# The Filly Next Door

**Author:** Rome Silvanus

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| Published | June 7, 2026 |
| Updated | June 7, 2026 |
| Status | Complete |
| Rating | Safe |
| Word Count | 51,144 |

**Tags:** `scootaloo` `sex` `nsfw` `young` `teenager` `impregnation` `romance` `child` `my little pony` `friendship is magic` `anthro`

> **Scootaloo visits her neighbor**

> Scootaloo visits her neighbor and gets preggers

Story written for me by Lorelove

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## Chapter 1: Chapter 1

> **Author's Note**
>
> Nice

	Most days you had spent in Ponyville were just enjoying the sun and the warmth it gave to all those under it. Sure, you could have gone out to exercise or something more productive but you felt you had earned the relaxation. After all, you just got done with spring cleaning and a hectic winter prior to that. You deserved putting your hooves up for a moment.
	The neighbors nearby had been getting more rambunctious as the days passed as well. Whether it was the young tomboy filly that always seemed keen on hurting herself or the screaming couple on the other side, it didn’t matter. You were due for time for yourself and nothing was about to stop that. If only the other ponies would calm down once in a while to savor the mellow tone.
	If the afternoon had been any warmer you might just have considered taking a few articles of clothing off. Sure, the neighbor filly might see some half-naked stallion but what did that matter? Not like you were flaunting yourself. The idea may have crossed your mind on occasion, despite knowing better though.
	Much the day was planned to be spent soaking in the rays of the princess’ sun. Maybe a nice shower or relaxing bath at night to just ease into a comforting sleep later. The point of the matter was you had very little real plans or anything dire to attend to.
	A young voice called out as you basked in your chair beneath the sun. Your flicks as you recognize exactly who it belongs to. Nopony was as loud as little miss Scootaloo when she was having a ball. You didn’t mind it, as fillies were fillies.
	There was much yelling and shouts from the other side of the fence as you did your best to relax. Small hooves stomped and ran along the grass of her own backyard while she acted out something she may have read or been told. A smile crossed your muzzle while you listened and reminisced about the days you were a colt and went on imaginary adventures.
	“Hey!” shouted the orange pegasus. It sounded closer.
	You tried not to pry, keeping your eyes closed and laying back as not to come off a little awkward in the moment. There were other thoughts that also lingered in your mind because of the filly. Thoughts a stallion probably shouldn’t have yet they never fully left. The ten year old filly did look a bit lithe and almost ideal for what you’d want in a mare.
	“Mister!” came another shout. She couldn’t possibly be calling to you. Could she?
	Before you had a chance to even check quickly, something thumped onto your stomach heavily. You let out a surprised grunt and open your eyes fully to spot a pair of goggles across your lower half. Taking them up carefully, you glance around and over to where you had heard the yells.
	The purple mane of the filly could be seen hardly able to get above the top of the fence. Her hand grabbed the top as she hopped up, those tiny wings fluttering as she tried to keep herself up just long enough to get a look before dropping again. What was the fuss over?
	“Sorry! Didn’t mean to hit you with them! I was hoping you could help!” Scootaloo called from behind the barrier. “I accidentally kicked my ball too hard and it landed in your yard. Could you get it for me, please?”
	How polite of her to ask nicely. You would have preferred not being slapped with her goggles but you didn’t want to come off like a jerk to her. Instead, you smile and nod before giving your own yard a look around. It was obvious to spot, the bright red ball sitting atop the green grass as if on a pedestal.
	You shift and move over in your chair before raising a hand in a signal to tell her to hold her horses. Casually, you saunter over to the ball and snatch it up before tossing it between your hands and playfully tossing it over for her. The squeal of delight was hard not to smile at when she saw the orb pass overhead.
	The filly ran off to retrieve her lost item as you move closer to the fence and hang the goggles over one of the end. She could fetch them when she wishes. No need to interrupt her fun.
	Watching her run over to the ball had you notice her attire while you stood at the wooden barrier between you both. The shorts hugged to her very young frame in ways many mares might be jealous. The top was a simple tank top and hardly hugged her at all. Upon seeing a near nip-slip, you could assumed she had refused to wear a bra of any sort beneath her top.
	The thought made your lower half tingle in ways it shouldn’t. She was young and highly underage. Though, her body was sleek and appeared so enticing. You only knew her age due to her proclaiming her birthday some odd months back. Idly, you wondered if she had coltfriend or somepony she might be eyeing.
	One thing that you did wonder is why you never seemed to hear much of her parents about. She was never told to quiet down almost ever and often would out and about at any given time. Did they just let her run free? Was there some sort of stipulation she had with them? Were they even there much?
	The last question made you glance up to the windows of her home. If they perhaps were there you didn’t want to come off as some creep spying their daughter. No silhouettes or ponies at the windows. Didn’t even appear as if the house had much going on inside anyway. You knew of her aunts but she only visited there a few times a week.
	Well, there didn’t seem to be much of a reason to worry about things. Thoughts were just that and she wouldn’t be interested in an older stallion such as yourself. While the initial realization of reality did seem to bring the mood down, you wouldn’t let yourself get upset over it. Besides, coming off as a weird pony to her might scare her off instead of seeing her friendly smile.
	You take a deep breath and turn to head back to your chair, willing to continue the day as if nothing had changed nor impure thoughts seeping into your mind. Still, the small peeks of her orange coat beneath the top replayed in your mind over and over. There was a small stir within your pants and you knew all too well just what your body was trying to tell you.
	Shaking your head, you trudge onward to the seat you had left moments before and finally plop yourself down with a grunt. Leaning back, you let your gaze roam the clouds and blue sky, curious if the pegasi in the factories were taking a slow day themselves. You didn’t seem to notice any giving a lazy fly through the open sky either. Your eyes shift over to the fence.
	Nopony would see if you just spent some time with the filly. Nothing wrong with simply talking to her and letting her have another friend, right? It just wouldn’t look that great if somepony else happened by and got the wrong idea. Maybe just a small chat with her before letting her be would be enough. At least then you could get the notion off your mind and get back to… To what, exactly?
	Sighing, you rub your head and sit up before looking at the wooden barrier between the two of you. The sounds of her hooves and the grass being kicked up were still ever present as she ran from one end of her yard to the other. You almost missed the carefree days of being young like her.
	The goggled seemed to be gone from the post, leaving you to assume she grabbed them after you went to sit back down. That familiar swell in your pants made you reconsider moving for a moment. Even if you were feeling such things, you could just go back inside and work out the stress if needed. It’s not like you haven’t before.
	Going against the will to rush inside for a quick tug, you push yourself up and do your best to act casual as you walk up to the fence once again. The sight of the little pegasus rushing around with a stick and her ball made you smile. Instead of just standing there and staring like a creep, you raise your hand up and give a small greeting.
	“Oh! Hi, mister!” Scootaloo replied and waved her entire arm as if you couldn’t see her where she stood.
	You chuckle and lean forward against the wooden wall, crossing your arms while you try your best to spark some simple talk. Asking her what she was doing and how she was enjoying the day had her quickly answering. There wasn’t really a name to her supposed game she was playing but she did like chasing the ball around. You offered to give her an audience as she kicked the ball to and fro.
	Plenty of times, you found yourself eyeing her shirt and hoping to see just a tiny bit more when she ran. The fabric would billow and flow as if to purposely tease you while she went along with her playing and seemingly enjoying having another pony to talk with. You offered a few praises when you could, usually between staring for long periods and shifting your stance behind the fence.
	An idea crossed your mind but you hesitated instantly. She wouldn’t see anything but your shoulders and up beyond the wall. It would be easy to simply pull yourself out and begin working it right there as she ran around with zero idea what exactly was going on. The thought was incredibly arousing and more than you expected it to be.
	“Well?” the filly asked, panting and putting a hand on her slender waist. “What do you think?”
	Watching her flat chest raise with each pant made your eyes almost bore a hole through her. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to notice as you forced a blink before looking up to her face. Whatever she was asking about you just gave a nod and smile, telling her she was doing well. A thumbs up was even thrown in to give her more encouragement.
	“Thanks!” she said, wiping her brow and taking a deep breath as she turned to the side.
	There it was. Her arm was raised in such a perfect angle with how she was turned that you could see inside her shirt. A soft, orange coat was given plenty of view with the tiniest hint you could make out of dark nipples. Oh, how you loved the view.
	Your legs shifted a bit more as you pressed them together and bit your bottom lip. It was such an innocent action with no lewd connotations behind it, yet you found yourself loving how erotic it seemed. Perhaps that was part of the enjoyment of it for you. Her slender arm stayed high as she calmed down before finally lowering and obscuring the magical moment but not until you had quite the eyeful to enjoy for later.
	Instead of letting your actions come off questionable, you perk up and give a lazy gesture to her house. Asking if she had her parents home often gave a surprising answer. They seemed to let her go about freely while constantly out either at work or some other thing. Her aunts made her food she would sometimes bring back so she didn’t overstay her welcome with them though she did love them dearly.
	Nopony at home other than her? Perhaps she should be careful who she tells such things to. You even offer her a word of advice on such things as stranger danger to have her give a strange face in return. Apparently, she felt strong enough that no intruder or otherwise would consider taking advantage of her. You couldn’t help but smile at her attitude.
	“What about you, mister?” she asked after a moment. “You live all alone?”
	The question seemed odd at first but she was a young filly. More than likely she was simply repeating the same question back to help be social. Maybe that’s how she thought friends were made? You answer honestly and tell her what you did along with all the fun things you get to do by yourself. Of course, you kept the more naughty aspects away from her ears, at least for now.
	Minutes seemed to leak into hours though neither of you noticed. The day shined on and the conversation continued as you listened to all her ideas and various attempts at stunts or sports. She obviously didn’t mind that you went and pulled your chair a bit closer at some point to better talk with the filly in case you needed to sit.
	“I also wanted to try and see if I could get my cutie mark by skating really fast but that didn’t pan out,” Scootaloo mentioned while she idly jogged around and kicked at the ball in her yard.
	You continued with questions and ideas to help keep her interest as well as merely be a friendly neighbor. Even though the back of your mind kept up the very wrongful thoughts you knew it was fine. It wasn’t as if you were going to jump the fence and tackle her. Acting like a freak and no better than an animal would surely be messed up.
	As the day stretched on and slowly worked into the evening, the two of you talked it all away. You could have sworn there were more hours in the day before. The orange and red hues began filling the sky as you took note and pointed it out to the small pegasus. Her shrugging made you smile. She just didn’t seem to care much about what time it was.
	Instead of lingering on and trying to talk well into the night, you did have other things that needed to be done. The rumbling in your stomach was certainly one to take care of. Even though you were sure to see her the next day, you didn’t really feel like saying goodnight. Why didn’t you want to just head inside?
	The confused feeling made you frown but quickly wipe it off your face. There was a brief exchange between the two of you before you let her be. Perhaps you were growing attached in some way. Odd as it may be, you did find her attractive and even entertaining to chat with. Was it so wrong to at least enjoy the fact you might have made a friend?
	You roll your eyes inwardly and give the filly a polite wave. Her ecstatic arm flailing in return made you chuckle before finally stepping inside. It was getting dark and the house felt a little more alone than usual. Perhaps all the talking made you realize how you craved a bit social interaction.
	Lighting a lamp and continuing with several candles, you make sure the house is lit just enough to walk through without stubbing a hoof. Your stomach growls at the long wait through the day and you put it off no longer. There was nutrition to gain and your body wasn’t going to let a filly distract you anymore for it.
	The fridge held most of what you needed. Lettuce, tomatoes, some condiments and other assorted goods. You did your best to make a couple hasty sandwiches with extra hay, just because you needed it.
	Plopping down at the table, alone, you ponder about the day and your own feelings. Was it actually just a friend you were thinking you made or was it deeper? She probably didn’t think anywhere near the same way but you couldn’t deny that there was something that kept your mind on her. Age difference or not, she was friendly and seemed to enjoy conversing with you at the very least.
	You ate in silent contemplation while staring down at the table. The candles flickered about as they normally did while you slowly exhaled through your nose. A stallion falling for a filly. Was it so hard to believe?
	There would be plenty more time to think on it all when you get up the next day. No sense in letting the thoughts hang so heavy. You shook off what you could of the strange feeling before finishing up the rest of your meal. Things would be far more clear after some rest anyway.
	Cleaning your plate, you place it in the sink and begin blowing out the candles as you make your way to your room. The lantern you held gave the warm glow of orange on the walls as you slowly headed into the bedroom before closing the door.
	A small adjustment on the wick and you had barely any light to undress by. As much as you’d love a bath, you craved to lay down far more. A quick wash in the morning would be fine. It wasn’t until you were almost bare to the coat that something caught your eye.
	Out your window and directly across from you was that young little filly. She was in her own room, conveniently right in your view. Your heart stopped for a moment before you saw she was lost in her own world. The sight of her stretching a bit made your loins give a light stir.
	Seconds slipped away as you let the slow cover of moonlight illuminate into her bedroom almost as if Luna herself was wishing you to see what happened next. Your eyes never left the window as you reached over and snuffed the lantern out quietly before watching from the darkness. No sense scaring her if she looked over.
	The ten year old pegasus continued her small stretches for a bit longer before your heart nearly caught in your throat. Her hands gripped the bottom of her shirt and tugged it off with ease, showing anypony that looked to her window the soft and smooth flat chest adorning the filly. You could hardly believe what you were seeing but worried if you blinked it might go away.
	Scootaloo stood around in her darkened room, topless and cute, as her wings fluttered before she turned away and bent forward. Your hand was already massaging your arousal growing from your lap. Those boxers hardly held it from what you were given to view.
	You watched as those little thumbs slipped into the sides of her shorts and pulled them down instantly. Her purple tail blocked your view for only a moment until it swayed aside. Oh, how you were going to mentally picture that view for years. Your hand had a mind of its own as you began undressing the rest of the way and starting giving yourself eager tugs to the nude filly.
	Was it luck or just chance? Perhaps both? Whatever the case, you were witnessing a small pony going completely naked before you and showing off as if it were nothing. Of course, she had no idea who she was showing off to or even that she was. You didn’t mind though.
	Her body straightened up as she stretched from side to side and let her adorable rear stay facing you. So many impure thoughts flooded your mind as you enjoyed the free show. Whether it was lust or you did have feelings for her was something yet to be determined but you knew exactly how your body was reacting to things.
	That ten year old backside swayed to and fro as she let herself limber up before turning around and giving the night sky a look. There many things you wanted but none more than her. You wished to have her not just in a lustful way but to cherish her and protect her. Why though? Why did you feel such a strong desire for your neighbor filly?
	Harping on the questions would just impede the fun you were enjoying. Your hand stroked eagerly as you felt the tip of your rod leak. At least you could replay the event in your mind for a while to get off to. Her body, slender all the way, walked back and forth for a moment as you eyed her cute nipples and tiny swell of her mound. Nothing ever looked better.
	Sadly, her pacing came to an end as she walked over to her bed out of side and began to climb in. The last you saw was that orange flank perking up as she bent over to slide into the covers. Hardly able to withstand such a show, you give yourself several more encouraging pumps before leaning to the window and emptying that pent up load directly onto the floor.
	Panting and smiling, you wait until it eases up before letting out a content sigh and beginning quickly cleaning in the dark. You could get the rest in the morning. An issue did occur when you tried to finally lay down and find that your sheets wants to set up camp. She had quite the effect on you and you were under that filly’s spell for sure.
	Your smile never left your muzzle while you let the scene run on repeat in your mind as you began to drift off to sleep. If you could only have her. Get closer to her in some way. Maybe just invite her over and see where things go. The idea sounded innocent enough and like a good start. If it seemed to quickly develop for her as well then why hold back?
	Luna may have very well been sneaking into your dreams to help place just your needs before you. You hadn’t rested so well in ages and it was the most enjoyable dream you could last remember. The next day would certainly be a test of will and curiosity. You couldn’t wait.


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*— End of Chapter 1 —*