Scootaloo, Chapter 1

No good deed...

By Isseus De Sade

The sky is blue. It's one of those things that you never stop to think until suddenly, one day, you look up and keep on staring. The sky blue is a colour that never ceases to amaze. It's so deep and feels like it goes on forever to infinity, and maybe even beyond.

Scootaloo was pretty used to watching the sky, especially when she was hanging around with Rainbow Dash. She always had to squint to spot the rainbow-coloured streak cutting across the deep blue dome. There was no such rainbow today, only the endless, eternal blue. It was nice to look at. No clouds in sight, not even an errant mailpony looking to make a late delivery. Just the azure.

Most of all, as long as she concentrated really hard at looking at the sky and staying absolutely still, it wouldn't hurt quite as bad.

"...Okay?" she heard a voice from somewhere far away. Her helmet muffled some of the words, and the pain shooting through her back made her ignore the rest. A hoof grabbed onto hers and she gritted her teeth, preparing to tough the ache out. That's what Rainbow Dash always said: "When you wipe out, just get back in the saddle." She'd always giggled about it, because Dash said 'when', not 'if'. Both the Pegasi knew that crashing was a part of becoming awesome.

She shut her eyes and clambered up to all fours, her teeth making a tiny scraping sound against each other. The world lurched to the side, almost tipping her over again. She crouched lower, spreading her legs and riding the vertigo out.

"Come on, we gotta hurry!" the same insistent voice nagged at her from much nearer now. She felt another tug on her forehoof, breaking her balance and sending her crashing down onto her stomach. Scootaloo finally opened her eyes and the sight in front of her brought her back into reality faster than one of Pinkie’s triple-chocolate espresso shots. Not that she'd ever try it again after the dare from Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle.

But no, the sight that made her wince backwards was that towering above her prone form stood not one, but two Silver Spoons.

"Come on, blankflank! We need to move. Right now," she said.

Scootaloo shook her head. Thankfully, the two bullies coalesced into one, thought it was still far too many for her. "Urgh. Get lost."

Instead of leaving, Silver Spoon grabbed her again and dragged her up. Scootaloo couldn't really put up much of a fight.

"You stupid, ungrateful blankflank," she heard Silver Spoon berate her. "I'm trying to help! You're screwed if you don't move right now."

The world didn't make sense. First the crash and then one of her most hated ponies in the world was helping her? Scootaloo tried to shake out the rest of the cobwebs from her head. Silver Spoon dragged her across the playground and up to a large bush on the other side.

"What the—" was all Scootaloo was able to say, before the other filly unceremoniously rammed her from behind, sending her face-first into the shrub. "Ow! You crazy or somet—"

The rest of her words were cut off by Silver Spoon's hoof pushing against her lips. She'd jumped into the bush right after the Pegasus, pulling them both down to the ground. "Shut up, or you'll get all of us in trouble. Just watch." She moved her hoof from Scootaloo's mouth to point at the schoolhouse beyond the playground.

That was the first moment Scootaloo saw what had happened. One of the large windows of the school had been smashed in, right where she'd woken up a moment ago. Her scooter was nowhere to be seen. A sudden rush of memories flooded her head.

She'd been practicing her tricks after school in the playground. She wasn't supposed to, but all the swings, rails, and jungle gyms made it the perfect place for grinding and tricking.

The next one was from only a week ago, when she'd been scolded severely by Miss Cheerilee for breaking a window in school after she'd accidentally launched her scooter at one of the windows and broken it in. She'd gotten off with detention, but Miss Cheerilee had made it clear that the next time...

"Oh no! I'm gonna get expelled!" she yelled in panic.

"Shut! Up!" Silver Spoon hissed.

Scootaloo was already on the verge of panic, her mind constructing scenarios of horror about her father finding out she'd been kicked out from school, even if not permanently. She was shaken out of it, though, when she saw her scooter get flung through the broken window and far into the playground, burying itself halfway into the sand. Then Diamond Tiara, her number one most hated pony in all of Equestria ran out from the schoolhouse, looked around hastily, picked up a hoofball from the ground and tossed it in through the broken window. It almost looked liked she was covering up for Scootaloo.

"What the hay...?" she mumbled, but got another angry shush from Silver Spoon.

Only a few seconds later, Miss Cheerilee walked around the corner. She'd been in the teacher's lounge after school, probably grading exams or whatever heinous things teachers got up to on Friday afternoons. She took in the calamity, first looking at the broken window, then at the appropriately guilty looking filly, and finally inside through the window to see the ball act as the final piece of evidence.

"Diamond Tiara. Would you care to explain what happened?" she asked, more out of routine. The events were already clear to anyone with even half a brain.

Diamond Tiara was already on the verge of well-practised crocodile tears. "Miss... Cheerilee! I'm so sorry! I was just kicking the ball around and, you know, against the wall and back and then it went in the window. I'm so sorry, Miss Cheerilee!"

"Hmph," their teacher looked around. "Well, at least you aren't hurt, are you?"

"N-no, Miss Cheerilee. I'm sorry."

"Well, accidents do happen. Haven't I told you foals not to kick the ball against the walls, though? It's just asking for something like this to happen."

"Yes, Miss Cheerilee. I must have forgotten."

The teacher looked around the playground one more time. Scootaloo and Silver Spoon crouched even lower in the bush, making sure not to blow their cover.

"Well, Diamond Tiara, I must say I am very disappointed with you. We just had a broken window last week and our school's budget really can't take these incidents. I'm sure you understand that you're going to have to be punished for this as well. I know it was an accident, but if you had followed the rules, the window wouldn't be broken right now. Come inside and I'll write a note to your parents. You will get detention for this, but I think we have to move that to next Monday. I still have to grade your geography exams today." She let out a sigh as she looked at the foreboding back door to the school and the awaiting pile of “Canterlouds” and “Evergreen Forests”. “Yes, definitely Monday.”

Cheerilee turned around and started trotting for the back door of the school that led to the Teacher's lounge. After a moment, she turned around to notice Diamond Tiara still standing next to the window. "Come along now. No use in procrastinating."

After the filly didn't move, she walked back to her. Diamond Tiara looked up to her with her eyes rolling with tears.

"Umm, Miss Cheerilee? I, well, my father gave me a big allowance just yesterday so... maybe I could pay for it? I mean, I really feel sorry for this. It would be all I’ve got, but at least the school wouldn't suffer."

"I don't think that would be right, Diamond Tiara."

"But, well, you said it yourself, right? The school can't afford it and, um, maybe it would kinda serve as punishment for breaking the window too?"

"No, I—" Cheerilee couldn't help her mouth opening in a yawn, which she slowly covered with a hoof. "Why do these things always happen on Fridays?” she muttered.

"Miss Cheerilee?” Diamond Tiara asked in her most wide-eyed, innocent little filly voice.

"Yes, thank you. I...." Cheerilee looked around once more to see nopony was around. "...it would probably serve as a suitable punishment. If you really want to pay for it, you may bring the money to school on Monday and we will not talk about this again."

Diamond Tiara picked a small green pouch from her discarded saddlebag on the ground. "I have it right here! I was going to go buy, err, something nice after school."

"Diamond Tiara, haven't I told you not to bring money to school?"

The filly looked properly ashamed of herself. "Yes, Miss Cheerilee."

"I'll let it go this time." She picked up the small bit pouch from Diamond Tiara and looked inside. "Looks like this is enough to pay for the window. I'll give you the rest back on Monday after school."

"Thank you, Miss Cheerilee," Diamond Tiara said and promptly hugged her teacher.

"That's... quite alright, Diamond Tiara." She dislodged the filly with some trouble. "Just make sure it doesn't happen again."

Diamond Tiara made sure to be beaming with appropriate happiness for getting away from detention and a note sent home to her parents. "I will, Miss Cheerilee!"

"Now run along. I'll need to contact Crystal Night again. At least he should have the measurements from last week."

"Yes, Miss Cheerilee! And, uh, have a nice weekend too, Miss Cheerilee."

"Yes, you too."

Diamond Tiara looked after her teacher, even waving at her happily when she rounded the corner. As soon as Cheerilee was out of sight, her expression fell to her usual sour scowl. She grabbed a packet of tissues from her saddlebag and started to wipe the fake tears from her face with vigor.

Silver Spoon got up from the bush next to Scootaloo and walked to her friend. "Like, well done, Di! You really know how to work the grown-ups."

Diamond Tiara was mirroring herself from one of the intact windows to make sure that she looked presentable. "Thank you, Silvy. I just can't believe how they can let somepony so dumb teach us."

"Yeah, she's like, totally, um, dumb. I mean, how could she just let you bribe yourself out of detention like that?"

"Money makes the world go 'round, Silver Spoon." Diamond Tiara said, trying to impersonate her father. She looked around the playground. "So where's the blankflank?"

"I'm, uh, here," Scootaloo said as she climbed out of the bush. She winced from the several bruises covering her body.

Both of the bullies walked up to her, one on either side. "Do you have something to say to us for rescuing your sorry blank flank from trouble?"

Scootaloo hazarded a guess. "T-thanks?"

"What was that? I didn't hear that," Diamond Tiara said close to her ears.

"T-thank you," Scootaloo said, this time a bit louder.

"Thank you, who?" Silver Spoon asked her this time, making Scootaloo twist her head from one side to another.

"Thank you, uh, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon." Scootaloo couldn't believe her own ears as she said words that were never supposed to be uttered. She was sure some eldrich horror somewhere had just awoken from its indeterminable sleep because of them.

"Well, now. That's more like it." Diamond Tiara walked over to the discarded scooter and popped it up from the ground with a stomp of her hoof. "Here's your stupid thingy."

Scootaloo walked over to her prized possession. She still couldn't believe what was happening around her. Was she really getting out of trouble thanks to the two bullies who'd been torturing her for the whole time she'd spent in Ponyville Elementary? As she grabbed hold of the handlebar, Diamond Tiara just sneered at her with her usual distaste.

"Okay, I don't get it. Why?" Scootaloo asked.

"Why what, blankflank?" Diamond Tiara answered.

"Why are you doing this? Helping me out?"

"Oh, what kind of ponies would we be if we didn't help a friend out of trouble?"

"You know, stopping them from getting expelled from school?" Silver Spoon joined in.

"Having their scooter confiscated until the end of the school year?" Diamond Tiara tagged in.

Scootaloo was getting even more confused with every word. It didn't help that she was still feeling dizzy and the two fillies were circling around her like hungry predators.

"Getting in trouble with their parents?"

"While taking the blame for a stupid blankflank that even cost me several weeks' allowance?"

"Okay, I really don't get it!" Scootaloo said and lifted her hooves into the air.

Both of the bullies ended up standing right next to each other, pushing their faces right into Scootaloo's.

"Because, blankflank," Diamond Tiara said, "I own you now."

Scootaloo took a step back and tripped over her own scooter, landing painfully onto her rump.

Dark shadows fell over the two bullies' faces. "That's right," Diamond Tiara continued, "you'll do exactly what I tell you to, or I go back to Miss Cheerilee right now and tell her the truth."

"B-but you'd get into trouble for lying!" Scootaloo tried to desperately wiggle out of the situation.

"Oh, I don't think so. Miss Cheerilee already took my money. She couldn't really do anything to me because I'd tell everypony about it. On the other hoof, you'd get into serious trouble."

"Yeah," Silver Spoon cut in. "She'd do whatever we asked her to. We could tell her to expel you from school for, like, forever."

There was a sinking cold feeling in Scootaloo's chest as the reality of the situation finally started to set in. Her shoulders slumped down.

"Now that you understand, we'll meet you at your stupid clubhouse in thirty minutes to get started."

"Wait, huh?" Scootaloo was once again lost.

"Listen, you stupid blankflank. I know both of your, urgh, Cutie Mark Goofball friends are out of town today, so we get to use your clubhouse."

"Yeah, it's in a nice, remote place where nopony will bother us."

Scootaloo had to swallow the huge lump from her throat. If the fillies were planning something that required no adults to be in sight, or even hearing range...

"You do realise that even though you won't get into trouble with your parents, we're still going to punish you... our way, Diamond Tiara said.

"We'll see you there in half an hour," Silver Spoon chimed in. "We need to get ready for what's going to happen to you."

As the two bullies turned around swinging their tails high in the air, Scootaloo knew this was going to be the worst day of her life.

For the hundredth time, Scootaloo looked at the tiny clock on the wall of the CMC clubhouse. It was way past the time she'd been told arrive. Almost an hour had passed since the incident at the playground, but the two bullies were still nowhere to be seen.

She'd gone home and left a note to her parents telling she was out playing. Her father had bought her some snacks for the afternoon, but she'd only drunk a can of juice. She'd been hungry after school, but somehow her appetite had vanished completely. Even now the juice felt like it was burning in her stomach.

When she'd gotten to the clubhouse, she'd checked her scooter to see if it had suffered any damage. Like always, it proved to be a lot sturdier that the filly riding it. She looked absent-mindedly at the new dent in her helmet, among several others. It might have looked dorky at first, but after maybe the twentieth time she'd crashed on her head she'd finally agreed that maybe her mother was right in always nagging for her to use it.

The clubhouse always felt lonely and empty when the other two, or even three, crusaders weren’t there. Sure, it had a good collection of comic books and a soft mattress in the corner for napping, but it was mostly a place to do things. It didn't help that Scootaloo had always hated waiting. This time she didn't mind, though. Every second that the clock ticked away, the hope grew in her mind that maybe, just maybe, the bullies wouldn't come. That maybe they'd been caught shoplifting or rolling a granny or whatever they got up to when they weren't at school.

When the clock finally told her that an hour had passed, she finally exhaled from relief and got up. She popped her helmet on and shot out the door on her scooter, only to almost crash into Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, the latter of whom was pulling a card laden with stuff.

"And where do you think you're going, blankflank?" Diamond Tiara asked.

"I, uhm, well, you—"

"Did I give you the permission to speak!?" Diamond Tiara shouted at her. She trounced up to Scootaloo and pushed a hoof into her chest. "From this moment on until we say we're done, you're going to do exactly what me and Silver tell you to, or we go straight to Miss Cheerilee and tell her what you did. Do I make myself clear?"

Scootaloo, not knowing what else to do, just nodded.

"Good. Now, bring this cart inside. Silver has been working so hard on pulling it here. Oh and remember to thank her for it too."

Silver Spoon had uncoupled herself from the foal-sized yolk of the cart and was rubbing her neck. "I still don't get why I had to pull the cart the whole way."

"Well, duh! If you didn't, who would have loaded it?"

"But I almost got, like, sweaty." She shook her silvery mane for emphasis.

"And whose fault is that?" Diamond Tiara turned to look at Scootaloo.

Scootaloo looked at Silver Spoon, then at Diamond Tiara, then back at Silver Spoon. With a deep breath, she bowed her head down. "Thank... you... for pulling that cart here."

"Oh, and from now on, call her Mistress Silver Spoon. And me Mistress Diamond Tiara."

"What the hay? I'm not going to—"

The grins on the two bullies' faces made her cringe.

"Did I hear that right, Silvy?"

"Why, I think you did, Tiara."

"Can you imagine what would happen if we went to the schoolhouse and told Miss Cheerilee?"

"Why don't we go find out right now?"

"What a great idea!"

The two fillies turned around and set off at a brisk trot for the schoolhouse. Scootaloo didn't have enough time think. She rushed past them and stood in front of them. "Fine, okay, you win. I'll call you... Mistresses."

"Hmph. Too late now, blankflank."

"Yeah. You can't stop us now."

The bullies passed by her, one on each side. Diamond Tiara made sure to slap Scootaloo's face with her tail as she passed.

Scootaloo ran after them. "P-please! Wait! Hey, come on! I'll... I'll do whatever you tell me, okay! Just... please don't tell Miss Cheerilee!"

Diamond Tiara stopped and leered at her. "Ugh, fine. But only because i can't stand your whining." Scootaloo barely had time to let out a sigh of relief, before the bully continued. "But this is your last chance. If you don't do exactly as we tell you to, we go tell on you and there's nothing you can do to stop us."

Scootaloo's head drooped down. She knew there was no way out of it. She was completely at the two fillies’ mercy and she'd just have to try and bear anything they could throw at her, or she'd get expelled and never see Apple Bloom or Sweetie Belle again. She'd probably have to move to a different school if she couldn't go to Ponyville Elementary as well. And maybe she and her her father would have to move too. Then she wouldn't see her friends ever again. Or Rainbow Dash. Or anyone.

She could already feel her eyes start to burn as the first tears were forming. "Y-yeah."

"What was that, blankflank?"

"Yes, M-mistress."

"Good. Now. Kiss my hoof."

Scootaloo looked at Diamond Tiara with her mouth agape. She couldn't believe her ears. She gulped and with a final little whinny, gave up. She laid down on all fours in front of Diamond Tiara and planted her lips onto her forehoof. The pink filly cackled maniacally, making Scootaloo shiver in fear of what was to come.

After four trips to the cart, Scootaloo had finally carried its contents inside. There were a half-a-dozen boxes, four bottles of soda and a bag that was still warm to the touch with the Sugarcube Corner emblem on it. She could smell the freshly baked treats inside and knew she wouldn't be getting any of them.

"Hey! This place is a mess! I'm not going to sit on this dirty, rotten floor!" Diamond Tiara shouted, prodding the floor as if worried it might give in under her weight.

"Yeah! There are pillows and stuff in the boxes. Hurry up!"

Scootaloo looked at them, shrugged and went to go through the boxes.

"HEY!" Diamond Tiara shouted straight into Scootaloo's ear.

She jumped from the sheer shock and fell onto her rump.

Before she could say anything, Diamond Tiara kept on shouting. "Didn't I tell you how to address us when we give you a command?!"

"I, uhh—"

"What was that, you lazy, idiotic, blankflank?!"

"I, sorry, yes, I mean, yes, Mistress."

"Good. This is the last time I'll forgive you for forgetting it. Now get us the cushions, pronto! My legs are getting sooooo tired!"

"Y-yes, Mistress!" Scootaloo said, the word tasting sour in her mouth. She did find the cushions and carried them over to the leering fillies. She put one on the floor and had barely enough time to dodge Silver Spoon's rear-end as she sat down. Scootaloo quickly fetched the other pillow.

"Hurry up! We're hungry!" Diamond Tiara shouted as she sat down, her words accompanied by her friend's giggles.

"Y-yes, Mistress."

Scootaloo picked up the bag of treats and opened it up. Inside the bag were two of the tastiest looking vanilla-and-strawberry danishes she'd ever seen and one bun that looked like it had been baked the day before. Her stomach grumbled from the sheer sight, which didn't go unnoticed by Diamond Tiara.

"Oh, what's the matter, blankflank? Didn't remember to eat your carrots today?"

Scootaloo looked at her with what she hoped was a bored expression. That joke about her coat hadn't been funny since kindergarten. She slipped the danishes out onto single-use plates and served them to the giggling fillies. She didn't know what to do with the bun, but because she'd been told not to say anything, she just wrapped it back. Somehow it still felt very ominous to her in a way that no normal pastry should.

"Drinks too, you slowpoke!" Silver Spoon called out.

Scootaloo had to struggle a moment to get the soda bottles open, but soon had them served with straws for the duo as well. She sat down to watch them eat, happy to at least get a small reprieve as they munched down on their tasty pastries.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon made sure to eat their treats as slowly as possible, grinning and leering at Scootaloo after every bite. She tried to think of other things, but her body refused to listen, making her stomach grumble even louder.

"Oh, whatf the matter, blankfank?" Diamond Tiara teased with her mouth full of pastry. "Aww, Silvy, look. I think she's hungry."

"Mmmmh. Sho she does," Silver Spoon answered, licking stray crumbs from her lips.

"Well, we can't have that, can we?"

"Nu-uh! Good thing we brought her something too, right?"

So the bun was going to be for her, Scootaloo thought. She didn't mind. Anything was better than the growling in her stomach right now. She sat down, opened up the bag, rolled the dry bun out onto a hoof, and opened her mouth hungrily.

"What do you think you're doing, blankflank?" Diamond Tiara shouted. She shot up from the mattress and slapped the bun from Scootaloo's hooves. "I didn't give you permission to eat!"

Scootaloo had to fight back the urge to just shout at the filly. Or sock her straight in the face. Her hoof tingled from the hit and she had to grit her teeth to stay quiet.

Diamond Tiara walked over to the fallen pastry and promptly stepped on it, slowly and deliberately grinding it against the clubhouse floor, all the while looking directly at Scootaloo's darkening expression. After it was just a thin pile of mush, she pushed it towards Scootaloo. "There you go, eat up."

The pegasus took only one look at it and said, "I'm not hungry."

Diamond Tiara walked next to her ear and growled, "I didn't ask you anything. I told you to eat up!"

Scootaloo shook her head. It wasn't the weirdest thing she'd done. Eating stuff from the floor was pretty much how they usually did it at the clubhouse anyways, because the table was always covered in something more important. Sure, it was pretty gross after being mushed up, but she'd handle it.

That was, until Diamond Tiara walked back to the bun, leaned down over it, and let a long sliver of spit slowly droop onto it.

"Umm, Tiara? Isn't that a bit—" Silver Spoon started, but was quickly cut off by her friend.

"She has to do anything I tell her to!" Diamond Tiara shouted, her face growing a darker shade of red. "If I tell her to eat it, she will eat it."

Scootaloo just stared at the crumpled treat. The mere thought of even stepping towards it made her stomach turn upside down. She gave a final look of pleading to the two fillies. Diamond Tiara struck a hoof towards the bun with a wicked grin on her face, but Silver Spoon just looked away.

Scootaloo took the longest two steps in her young life and leaned down. The bun was only a mush of dried dough. She couldn't see any spit on it, but she'd seen it go down on it, so it had to be there. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth wide and took the whole thing inside her mouth at once. Her idea was to try and chew it down as fast as possible to get it over with. Unfortunately for her, it was still too big to fit her mouth properly, so she soon started choking on it. The thought of Diamond Tiara's spit being in her mouth did the rest. She had to dash out the door to spit the whole thing out. She tried to cough and spit as much of it as possible out and even felt herself do a dry retch out of disgust. Spent, she stood against the railing of the clubhouse and panted.

"I didn't give you permission to leave! Get back in here!" she heard her 'Mistress' call out to her. With a groan, she wiped her mouth with a forehoof and walked inside.

"Tiara, like, it's better that she went out. She would have done that gross thing inside."

"Yes, well, fine. But you're still going to get punished for it!"

Scootaloo was already beaten. The bun had been the last straw. She just sat down on the floor and lowered her head. "Yes, Mistress," she mumbled.

"Good. At least you know how to behave properly. She rummaged through one of the boxes and took out a permanent marker. "Time for a little Art Class."

Before long, Scootaloo had had her face drawn on by both the bullies. They'd put other make-up on her as well, making sure to use way too much blush on her cheeks and too much mascara on her eyes. The results were almost as bad as the time they'd tried out Rarity's make-ups during a sleepover, but not quite.

After the make-up session, she had to feed the two bullies grapes directly from a bunch while they lounged in the sun on the porch of the clubhouse. Both of them naturally kept spitting out the kernels at her, the little black beads sticking to her mane and coat. She had to wave a fan at them to cool them off, to massage their hooves, brush their tails and try and fulfill their other, even more ridiculous demands. All the while, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon hurled insults at her, lacing them with threats of telling on her if she even dared to think of disobeying. She didn't have much fight left in her anyways. She'd given up, just trying to go through the motions and think as little as possible of what she was doing. That soon came to an end when they returned inside and she'd served them their second bottles of soda.

"Hey, Silvy? Do you think it's time?"

"Time? Oh, you mean the time?"

The fillies giggled conspiratorially. Scootaloo could hardly wait for the next torture they were going to inflict on her.

"Blankflank! There's something nice for you in the big brown box. Open it."

Scootaloo cocked an eyebrow at her, but did as she was told. Inside she found a cap with an unmistakeable rooster crest on it. When she lifted it up, a fake beak fell out from inside it. She understood immediately what was going to happen and it must have been evident on her face, because the two fillies were besides themselves from laughter.

"Go on!" Silver Spoon egged her on. "Put them on!"

Scootaloo didn't. She just kept staring at the cheap chicken costume she'd been given. She'd been touchy about being called a chicken for a long time and it had gotten worse ever since she'd found out she couldn't fly yet. Sure, she'd shown the two bullies off at the Equestria Games Flag Carrying competition, but they hadn't let that slow them down. Instead, she'd started getting shouts of "chicken" and "dodo" and other flightless birds from behind her back. It was easy to deal with when Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle were around, but now, alone with the two bullies, it wasn't as easy any more.

Not easy at all. She felt the burning tears once again form in her eyes, but she willed them away. She wouldn't break down and cry in front of these two monsters. She wouldn't give them that satisfaction. With an angry huff, she pulled the hood on and slipped the rubber band of the beak behind her head.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon took one look at her, and started laughing out loud. It wasn't the childish giggle they'd been doing all afternoon, but a full on laugh that was fast approaching hysterics.

"Go... go on! Show us what a good little chicken you can be!" Diamond Tiara shouted between chortles.

The tears were welling in her eyes again and it took everything she had not to let them come out. Scootaloo leaned forward like a chicken would. And clucked.

The two bullies were sent into another fit of laughter. "More! This is so rich! Do it again!" they shouted.

Scootaloo couldn't do anything but obey. She hated herself for it. She hated the two bullies that had gotten her into this situation. But there was nothing she could do. Nothing.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon made her keep on pretending to be a chicken for a while longer, until the former finally got up from the ground. She walked to the grey box and rummaged inside, finally pulling out a small bag of bird feed. She unceremoniously poured it all over the floor and tossed the bag into the corner.

"Now, lets see you pick those up with your cute little beak!" she exclaimed. "And remember: Chickens don't fly, so no flying!" She stopped, as if just realising something. "Oh, wait! You can't fly anyway!"

Scootaloo knew those words would come sooner or later. That was what it had been all about. Her not being able to fly. She'd braced for it and tried to act like she didn't care anymore. It didn't work. As she leaned down, she could hardly see what she was doing through her blurry eyes. She felt a tear roll down her cheek, hating herself for crying front of the two bullies. She couldn't really estimate the distance to the floor any more, and the beak slammed into her muzzle as she went down too fast and hit the floor. Her fake beak couldn't really pick up the seeds, but she tried to act like she was. Bent low, she went from one to another, making clucking sounds that sounded more like sobs.

"Oh, hey! Silvy! Guess what?" Diamond Tiara shouted from behind Scootaloo.

"What?"

"CHICKEN BUTT!"

Scootaloo's eyes shot open as she felt the hoof come down onto her backside. The smack echoed inside the small clubhouse. She lost the last of her self-composure, jumped up and put both of her forehooves onto her rump, balancing awkwardly on just her hind legs. "What the hay do you think you're doing!?" she shouted, tears finally rolling down her cheeks.

"Would you look at that, Silver Spoon?"

"At what, Tiara?"

"She's doing the Chicken Dance!" They both giggled once more.

Scootaloo sniffled and wiped a hoof across her eyes. The smack hadn't really hurt as such, but it had taken her completely by surprise. She rubbed her rump one more time before returning to stand on all fours. She'd had enough.

"Okay! That's it! I'm done!" She ripped the hood and the beak away. "You two crazies can go tell on me to anypony you want! I don't care anymore!"

"Oooh! Look at that, Silvy. Our little chicken thinks she's a rooster!"

"G-get out!" Scootaloo shouted and pointed at the door.

"I don't think so, blankflank." Diamond Tiara walked right up to the fuming pegasus. "I mean, sure, if you really want us to go, sure, we'll go..." She took a few steps past Scootaloo. "...but I think we'll go straight to your Dad, won't we Silvy?"

"Oh, would we really do something like that?" Silver Spoon answered coyly.

"It would be pretty nasty to do, right? Remembering what happened last time when little blankflank here got into trouble?"

The thought gave Scootaloo a pause. The detention the week before hadn't been the only punishment she'd gotten. How the two fillies knew about it was... "Hey! How do you know about that?!"

"Hmm? Well you did talk to your friends about it at recess. We couldn't avoid hearing it."

"Wait, you were spying on us?"

The bullies looked at each other, slightly taken aback. "Like we'd do something as stupid as that, right Silvy?"

"Nu-uh."

"It doesn't matter how we know. But we know that your Dad gave you a spanking for breaking the school window."

"Yeah," Silver Spoon continued, "Just think of what you'd get for getting thrown out of school completely?"

She didn't even have to remind her. The thought of her father's saddle belt came clearly to her mind. She'd gotten a few licks of it as a warning after last week's spanking so she knew what she'd get if she ever got into the same situation again. The horror of that possibility hadn't even crossed her mind, having been so focused on getting into trouble with Miss Cheerilee that she'd completely forgotten on what would happen when she got home with a note of another window. And barely a week had gone by. "N-no. Please. D-don't tell Dad," she whimpered.

"What was that?"

"Y-you can do whatever. Just please don't tell Dad."

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon looked at each other, first in confusion, and then in victorious glee. Neither of them had expected their threat to be this effective, nor their victim to surrender so completely.

"Well, of course we won't, blankflank," Diamond Tiara said. "But I think you still need a good punishment."

Silver Spoon circled to Scootaloo's other side. "Yeah. You totally deserve something really nasty."

"I think me and Silvy will give you a spanking ourselves," Diamond Tiara declared.

"W-what?" both Scootaloo and Silver Spoon asked in unison.

"I think it's only fair that she gets a spanking if she would have gotten one for getting into trouble anyway, right?"

"Well, yeah, but, still, isn't that a bit... I dunno," Silver Spoon said.

Scootaloo sat with her mouth agape between the two fillies, looking from one bully to another. Diamond Tiara had a determined look in her eyes, while Silver Spoon looked away in defeat with a tiny blush rising to her cheeks. Red cheeks. Just like how Scootaloo's own rear-end had ended up looking the week before.

She could almost feel the sting of her father's hoof even now. She'd told Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom that she hadn't even cried and that it hadn't hurt that much. They'd cheered her for being so brave. The truth was something completely different. There was no way she could have stayed silent. She'd been crying almost from the first smack, begging for her father to stop. The moment he'd put her down and went to get the belt had been far worse. She'd flung herself onto her father's hind leg, bawling and begging for him not to use it, but he hadn't stopped. He'd taken the saddle belt, laid Scootaloo on her bed and given her a good dozen licks. It had hurt more than anything she could remember. A cold shiver ran through her body even now as she remembered the punishment. Even through her dark orange coat, her backside had been glowing with red stripes all weekend, barely subsiding to her immense relief before school.

And now she'd be getting the belt again, except this time it would be the whole spanking with the belt. Even though her father's hoof was horrible, it was foal's play compared to what was coming to her now. The thought of getting a spanking from Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon was terrifying, of course, but it was nothing compared to the thought of that belt waiting at home.

Scootaloo shivered when she quietly muttered, "Okay."

Scootaloo, Chapter 2

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Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were shaken from their debate on what to do with the blankflank. They both looked at her in stunned silence. Before they could say anything, Scootaloo added, "But, umm, if you give me a s-spanking, then we're even, okay? You won't tell anypony and we're done." Scootaloo said. "P-please?"

"As if you could tell us what to—" Diamond Tiara started, but this time it was her friend that interrupted her.

"We won't tell anypony," Silver Spoon said.

"Wait, what?" Diamond Tiara turned to face her. "We could do whatever we wanted with her and—"

"No, we couldn't, Tiara. You get to give a spanking to her. Think about it: You'll get to lay her over your lap and smack her butt as hard as you like and she won't fight back. I think it's enough, don't you?"

Diamond Tiara looked her into the eyes, but to her surprise, the stare coming at her from behind the thick-rimmed glasses was unflinching. She finally looked away. "Fine. But I won't be holding back."

Scootaloo couldn't help but feel relieved from having escaped her certain doom under the hoof—and belt—of her father. She'd take a spanking from Diamond Tiara and the whole stupid thing would be behind her. It wasn't that bad, really, she thought. Even though she didn't think it was something to brag about, she'd probably gotten the most spankings out the Cutie Mark Crusaders. At least a lot more than Sweetie Belle, for sure. How bad could it be coming from two fillies her own age?

Diamond Tiara pulled a chair across the floor and into the middle of the room. She made sure to go slowly, glancing at the nervous orange filly at the door every few steps.

Scootaloo swallowed a huge lump down her throat, the reality of the situation hitting her understanding like a runaway cart. She was going to get not one, but two spankings, and from the two bullies that had been making her life miserable for ages. When Diamond Tiara climbed into the chair and beckoned her over, she couldn't stop her legs from quivering under her. She walked to stand in front of the chair, her head bowed.

"Now, blankflank, you've been very naughty and you're going to get a spanking for it. Both me and Silvy are going to put you on our laps and smack your stupid butt until we're happy and you won't do a thing to stop us!"

"Yeah, yeah. Can we start now?"

"W-what!?" Diamond Tiara shouted. "I'm gonna spank you and you're talking back to me? If I did that to Daddy, he'd—" She quickly bit down on her words.

Scootaloo immediately noticed the slip-up. Apparently, Diamond Tiara wasn't a stranger to a visit over her father's lap either. She grinned, but another thought quickly wiped the smirk off of her face. Somepony who'd been spanked would give it far worse than somepony who'd only heard about it.

"Are you listening to me?!"

To Scootaloo's horror, she hadn't been. She tried to bluff her way out of it. "Y-yeah. Sure."

"Then what are you waiting for? Go stand in the corner!"

Scootaloo finally looked up to see the flushed face of the filly sitting above her. "Wait, corner time? Didn't we agree on just a spanking?"

"That was before you started talking back!"

"Aww, seriously?" Scootaloo rolled her eyes.

"That's twice the time for extra backtalk!"

"Wait—" Scootaloo started, but opted to bite her mouth shut. Without another word, she slowly walked to the corner and sat down maybe a foot from the walls. She could hear Diamond Tiara jump down from her chair and stomp her way up to her.

"Not like that, you dodo! You have to stand up and put your fores on the wall and your head right into it! Do it right or it's triple the time!"

Scootaloo rolled her eyes again, but wisely kept quiet. She'd half expected not to get off easy, but it was worth a shot not to have to do real corner time, because she knew from experience how much it sucked. She got up and assumed the required position. She felt Diamond Tiara push her hind legs apart to make the position more uncomfortable. She also felt the bully's breath on her back, which sent goosebumps up her back.

"Now don't move an inch. Me and Silvy are going outside for a moment, but we'll still see if you move. And if you move, the whole time starts again."

"But you haven't even told me how long I have to stand here in the first place!" Scootaloo said. Her back was already starting to hurt from the awkward position.

"Well, at first it was going to be maybe ten minutes, but now that you keep talking back, it might be an hour." She leaned against Scootaloo, adding pressure to the orange filly's back. "Or more if you don't behave."

The slap onto her bottom took Scootaloo once again by surprise. She had to buzz her wings not to fall on her back. A shout almost escaped her lips before she managed to bite down onto her tongue to stay quiet.

"See you in a looooong while, blankflank!"

Scootaloo heard them walk out the door and close it behind them. Their voices were barely audible through the window, but even though she tried to listen as hard as she could, there was no way for her to hear what they were saying. Her back was aching and her hind legs twitched from having her whole body weight suddenly thrust on them. Her forehooves didn't fare any better, already going numb from the weird angle they were in. Her father didn't usually make her stand in the corner for long. It was usually just for the minute or two it took for him to get the bedroom ready for her punishment and then it was over to her dad's bedroom and onto his lap. Even those short times had taught her that corner-time sucked. This time it was far worse. The clubhouse felt stagnantly hot, making sweat roll down her face. She tasted the bitter make-up that had been previously applied onto her face and she spat it out. Her muzzle itched and she tried to move her head as little as possible to scratch it against the wooden boards. Now that the first itch was taken care of, she could feel several others appear all over her coat.

It had been two days since her latest brush with the stinging nettles. She'd been cruising along on her scooter, trying to shake the thought of Frazzleberries from her head, when she hit the large rock on the road. After one-and-a-half flips, she'd landed belly-first into the vile plants, getting stung all over. Scootaloo hated nettles with a passion. They seemed to have something against her, growing in every brush and patch of grass she crashed into. The itching was getting unbearable, especially now that sweat was running down her chest into the ones around her belly. She tried to push her hips forward so she could rub it against the corner as well, but her hind legs wouldn't bend that far. The ones on the insides of her legs were even worse. Usually she'd just rub her legs together, but Diamond Tiara had made sure to spread them wide. For a moment she thought of how exposed she must look and quickly tucked her tail as low as it would go between her legs. She soon forgot her chastity when the itching grew worse around her belly. She thought of letting a hoof go from the wall and quickly scratching herself, but the thought of one of the bullies jumping inside with a "Gotcha!" stopped her.

Then she heard the mosquito. The high-pitched buzzing of its wings appeared right next to her ear, just like it always did. Her instincts took over and she swiped a hoof at it before even thinking. In horror, she slammed her hoof back against the wall with a dull clop, holding her breath in case the two bullies had seen her move. After several tense seconds of anticipation, she finally exhaled.

And the buzzing returned. This time she didn't move, but the eerie voice grew louder and louder. The bug was clearly stalking her, knowing that she couldn't move. It circled around her head, flying right next to her ear, then vanishing completely. Scootaloo was sure it had landed and was just about to punch its needle through her precious skin. Every second felt like an eternity as she waited for the sting, but she didn't feel it. Maybe it had already bitten her and she'd missed it? Maybe the mosquito would be happy now and fly away.

To her chagrin, the buzzing continued. It felt like the bug was about to enter her ear and she had to twitch it to get rid of it. The mosquito didn't give up, though. Once again it landed somewhere. Scootaloo was sure it was sitting right on her shoulder. She could feel it. The mosquito was clearly aware of its superiority over the filly, savouring every moment of its soon to follow feast of tender young foal. And then it took wing again. Scootaloo was hoping against all hope that it was now full of her blood and would go away and digest it or make magic dolls that could move her against her will or whatever mosquitoes did with the blood.

Several seconds passed by in total silence, the familiar itches of the nettle-stings returning for a reprise, as did the ache in her back. At least she hadn't had time to think about them when the mosquito had been stalking her and she almost wished it would return. Her wish was, of course, answered immediately. She sighed, the buzzing growing louder in her ears once more. This time she was certain that she felt it land on her foreleg. She lifted her head ever so slightly to see the bug sit on her skin, maybe an inch from her eyes. Her first reflex was to blow it away, but that would only make it fly around again. It wouldn't be that bad, right? She was always playing outside, so being covered in mosquito bites was normal for her. Well, mosquito bites, bee stings, nettle rash, rope burn, and tree sap. It was the first time Scootaloo had seen a mosquito in action. She looked on as the tiny bug inserted its needle into her skin, quickly grew a lot fatter and flew away. She hadn't felt a thing, except for a tiny prickle, which she was pretty sure she'd imagined.

All in all, Scootaloo was pretty much disappointed in not seeing a gaping wound or even a drop of blood. She almost felt betrayed.

The door slammed open with way too much force as the bully duo entered. To Scootaloo's immense relief, she'd just stopped moving and knew she probably wasn't going to be in trouble. Her hind legs quivered once more, their aching only trumped by the jolts of pain from her back. She heard the two bullies giggle again. Scootaloo might have imagined it, but there just might have been a tinge of nervousness under the fillies' normal schadenfreude. That made three of them.

"Have you learned your lesson, blankflank?" Diamond Tiara said in a grating, sing-song voice.

Scootaloo didn't know whether she should answer, having been told to stay quiet in the corner. She was desperate to get out from there. So desperate, in fact, that she hardly even thought of what would be coming next.

"Come here," Diamond Tiara commanded.

With a grand sigh of relief, Scootaloo turned around to drop on all fours. A stab of pain shot through her back, and she unceremoniously landed flat on her stomach. Her forelegs had lost all sensation, not supporting her weight at all. Her chin, on the other hoof, felt the slam on the floorboards quite gingerly, sending a few sparks dancing in her vision. Crash-landing on her face wasn't really that much of a deal for her, especially from such a low altitude, but still, it made tears once again well up in her eyes. Almost on reflex, she checked around her mouth. Luckily for her, she hadn't bitten her tongue.

"What are you playing at? I didn't give you permission to lie down!" Diamond Tiara walked over to the prone Pegasus furiously. "Get up! Or do I have to send you back to the corner!?"

"No! Please!" Scootaloo begged, having lost the last of her will to fight the bully while standing in the corner. "I can't! I'm sorry! I... I can't feel my hooves!"

"What do you mean 'can’t feel your hooves'?" Silver Spoon asked. "Are you, like, joking or something?"

"I'm... argh!" The tingling in her hooves told her that her sensation was coming back, and it was doing so with a vengeance. She tried not to move them, but even the slightest twitch felt like she'd plunged her limbs into boiling water. "My... hooves... went numb! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Just please don't make me go back there," she pleaded. Through her blurry eyes, she could see the gloating face of Diamond Tiara, watching over her defeated slave. The grin she had on her face was dangerous, almost hungry. Scootaloo sniffled despite herself.

"You'll have time to get your feeling back when you're on... on my lap!" Diamond Tiara said. She prodded Scootaloo's forehoof, sending another wave of agony through it. "Get up."

Scootaloo gritted her teeth and climbed up to all fours. The pain wasn't as bad as it had been a moment ago, and lying down had made her back at least remotely, slightly, maybe, possibly, hurt a little bit less. With clenched teeth, she slowly walked after Diamond Tiara. She watched helplessly as the bully climbed back into the chair and patted her lap. Scootaloo took a deep breath and crawled onto Diamond Tiara's lap. At least this time she could do it at her own pace and wasn't dragged there by her ear, like with her father. She lifted her tail up, just like she was told to do at home and closed her eyes, waiting for the spanking to start.

Diamond Tiara put one forehoof onto Scootaloo's back. "Now, blankflank. I'm gonna give you your punishment. You better not move or I'll, umm..."

"Start over," Silver Spoon theatre-whispered.

"Yes! I'll start over. So no moving! Do I make myself clear?"

Scootaloo looked at the floorboards and muttered "Yes, Mistress."

A hoof landed onto her uplifted rump. It made a loud smacking sound, but it didn't really hurt too much. She still had to wiggle her rump for a moment after it, expecting more to follow.

"What was that?" Diamond Tiara asked.

"Yes, Mistress." Scootaloo said, still quietly, but it seemed to satisfy her spanker.

Scootaloo felt her tail being tugged up even higher and pinned against her back. It was almost a relief, because she usually struggled to keep it from covering her rear during a spanking. Her father always made sure to stop for as long as it took for her to lift it up again, always making sure she understood that it also meant extra smacks. The main thing to her was that she would not not end up his lap today. This should be a cakewalk compared to it. A breeze. A—

The first real hit landed. It interrupted her thoughts as much as it did her breathing. It hurt far more than Scootaloo had expected. The second and third smack followed suit, not giving her time to catch her breath again. She bit her teeth together and clenched her bottom, purely as a reflex. The next hit slammed straight into her hard buttocks and Diamond Tiara yelped from surprise.

"Oww! S-stop that, you stupid blankflank!"

"I'm sorry," Scootaloo said, afraid of what extra punishment she'd have to endure now.

"Don't do it again or I'll start over."

Scootaloo heard Diamond Tiara blow on her hoof a few times and probably shake it. Seems this time it really did hurt the bully more than it hurt her. A tiny glimmer of hope had been sparked in her mind. Maybe she'd be getting off with a dozen smacks when the bully couldn't keep on going? She could feel a smile creep onto her face, but quickly shooed it away so neither of the other fillies would notice.

The rest of the smirk was cleaned away as the next smacks landed. Diamond Tiara was clearly angrier than before and was using a lot more force. Her aim was really random, just hitting wherever she could as hard as she could. Scootaloo whinnied despite herself, trying to keep her hindquarters as limp as possible. Her vision of the floor rocked back and forth from the strikes, but it really wasn't that bad. It hurt, sure, but it was nothing compared to what she'd gotten before.

After maybe another two dozen smacks, Diamond Tiara stopped. "Well? How does it feel, huh?" she asked, clearly out of breath.

Scootaloo was quiet for a moment. Sure, her bottom felt warm and stung a bit, but that was it. She was about to say just that to rub it into Diamond Tiara's face, but thought better of it. Time to play it smart, she thought. "It, umm, it hurts. Like, a lot," she said. After a moment she added "Like really, really lot."

"G-good! Because I'm just s-starting. Yeah. You're so gonna get it."

Scootaloo could feel Diamond Tiara shaking her hoof again. She almost laughed. If the bully hadn't picked that exact moment to hit her right at the base of her tail, she probably would have. Instead it came out as more of a yelp.

"See? You're not getting off easy," Diamond Tiara said, clearly gloating from having made her victim cry out loud.

The smacks continued to rain down onto Scootaloo's rear. The hits weren't even close to as bad as they'd been at the start—Diamond Tiara was clearly losing steam. She made sure to make a few "Oww!" and "Aih!" sounds just to make the bully think she was succeeding at her task. After maybe a total of fifty smacks, they once more stopped.

"O-okay, blankflank. Get off."

Scootaloo didn't have to be told twice. She made sure not to just jump down from Diamond Tiara's lap, moving slower as to seem more hurt than she was. She even sniffled. Her bottom did feel hot, so as soon as she got down on the floor she started rubbing it to ease the pain. She looked at Diamond Tiara, who was clearly cradling her forehoof and trying to massage it the same way she did with her rear. "So, uhh, we done?" Scootaloo asked.

The bullies looked at each other and giggled. "Nu-uh!" Diamond Tiara said. "Silvy? Would you go get The Thing?"

"Be right back," Silver Spoon said and sauntered out, making sure to wave her tail as she went.

A hollow pit was forming down in Scootaloo's stomach. "T-the thing?"

Diamond Tiara walked right up to her and leaned forward, making Scootaloo shrink down. "You didn't think you'd be getting off with just a hoof-spanking, did you? No, we have something far worse for you." When she saw Scootaloo's scared expressions, she added, "A lot worse."

Scootaloo's mouth had been lined with sandpaper. "What? W-w-what is it?"

Silver Spoon returned inside, carrying in her mouth a thin, foot long branch. All the bark, leaves, and other protrusions had been cleanly nibbled away. She dropped it on the floor, right in front of Scootaloo.

Scootaloo knew what it was, but she could hardly believe what the bullies were planning. "A switch?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon giggled at her panicked expression.

"But, but, you didn't say anything about a switch!" Scootaloo shouted, her voice breaking at the word.

"Well I didn't say anything about not using one, now did I?" Diamond Tiara said.

"Yeah. If you hadn't talked back to us, you would have just gotten the hoof, but because you were in the corner, me and Tiara got bored and figured you deserved something worse. So it's pretty much your own fault," Silver Spoon added.

"I... but... " Scootaloo stammered, not knowing what to say.

"You really didn't think you'd get off that easy, did you?" Diamond Tiara walked up to Scootaloo. "My hoof really hurts already and I really don't want to touch your dirty blank flank any more. Eww, even touching you might make me lose my Cutie Mark." She turned around so her tail slapped Scootaloo in the face. "I'm sure you'll cry for real this time and not just act like you were."

"Wait, you knew?" Scootaloo asked dumb-founded.

"We do now," Silver Spoon added as she circled on Scootaloo's other side. "I thought you were acting, but I wasn't sure."

"I, of course, knew all along," Diamond Tiara said directly into Scootaloo's ear.

"Wait, you did?" Silver Spoon asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm practically a professional in acting like a hurt little filly. That's why Daddy always gives me whatever I want," Diamond Tiara said. She turned to look at Scootaloo. "So yeah, I know you were faking it and that you're not even close to crying for real. So now you're gonna get the switch and I won't have to hold back because of my hoof."

Scootaloo tried to form words, but all she could do was stare at the length of wood lying in front of her. Another slap to her rump shook her out of it.

"Now you're gonna climb onto the chair and let your legs hang over the sides," Diamond Tiara explained. She motioned for Scootaloo to move.

After swallowing the huge lump from her throat, Scootaloo climbed up onto the chair. She laid on it, just like she was on somepony's lap, except her belly was against the wooden seat. Her hooves could barely touch the floor.

"Oh, Silvy?"

"Mm-hmm?"

"Could you hold her hooves so she stays still?"

"Uh, okay?"

Silver Spoon walked into Scootaloo's view. She placed her forehooves on top of the other filly's. "Just, try not to, like, cry on my hooves and stuff." She flashed her a wicked grin.

Scootaloo tried to put on a brave face, but in vain. Her belly was already itching against the rough wood and the pressure it put onto her chest made it harder to breathe as well. She felt a light rap on her bottom from the switch. It wasn't a strike, just Diamond Tiara finding her aim. Still, goosebumps ran over Scootaloo's back.

"Tail up and no clenching," Diamond Tiara commanded.

Scootaloo had to struggle to get her tail up. The thought of that evil-looking switch biting into her rear made her tail-muscles refuse to comply, but she finally succeeded. She once again felt the switch touch her bottom, travelling up and down, all the way from her ankles up to her tail. More goosebumps ran all over her body. She squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the worst.

She barely registered the whistling swish from behind her. What she did notice was the sound the switch made when it hit her bottom. It was a loud 'THWACK' that felt just as sharp as it sounded like. It took Scootaloo's body a moment to register the pain, but when it finally hit her, her eyes shot open. "Ahh!" she cried out loud. Her whole body rocked forward, but Silver Spoon held her in place from her shoulders.

The next hit came almost immediately after, hitting her high, almost on the base of her tail. It felt worse than the first one. Then another hit, once again with no pause, hit her on the thighs. She wasn't sure if it was just bad aiming or if Diamond Tiara had wanted to hit that low. Whichever it was soon faded from her mind, because the hits kept on coming.

"OWW! AIHHH!" Scootaloo yelped, feeling her eyes watering once again. She tried to fight, kicking with her legs, but she couldn't reach the floor or anypony behind her. She struggled to get her forelegs free, but Silver Spoon pushed down with all of her weight, pinning her to the chair. And the hits kept on coming.

"OWOWOWWW! PLEASE! NO MORE!" she shouted, her voice breaking with the first sobs. "I CAN'T TAKE IT!"

Thwack!

"Ple-he-heaase!"

Thwack!

"No! No more!"

Thwack!

"It hurts!"

Thwack!

"IT HURTS!"

Thwack!

"IT HURRRRTS!"

Thwack!

"I'M SORRY!"

Thwack!

"PLEASE! STOP!"

Thwack!

"Please... stop..."

Thwack!

"...stop..."

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

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Diamond Tiara took a small pause, so Scootaloo tried to plead to the other bully instead. She looked through blurry eyes at Silver Spoon. "Please oh please oh please make her STOP! Pleaseee!" She saw the filly look at her, having lost her wicked grin and now looking on her with almost pity.

"I—" Silver Spoon started, but could never finish.

"At least this time you're not just acting," came Diamond Tiara's voice from behind her. "We're just getting started, blankflank, and I think I'm gonna enjoy this."

Again, the switch returned to work on her rump. Hit after hit rained mercilessly down on her rear, with no pause. "OWWW! OWWW!" she cried over and over again, mixed in with the cries were her sobs and panting. She tried to think of anything else, bite her lip and her tongue, but she could hardly even notice the pain compared to the agony in raining into her rump. Struggle as she might. She tried to block the blows with her tail, but it was yanked to the side in an instant and the hits kept on coming.

Scootaloo could do nothing else. She lifted her head up and screamed. It wasn't crying any more, just a wordless scream, breaking in her throat. Diamond Tiara didn't care. It seemed to Scootaloo that the hits just got harder, but there was nothing she could do about it. She kicked and screamed, tried to punch Silver Spoon, anything she could. The Earth Pony holding her down was surprisingly strong, or she just couldn't muster enough strength, but it was futile to struggle again Silver Spoon. She screamed more, hammering her forehooves against the chair's legs, shaking her vigorously to butt Silver Spoon on the chin, but she couldn't reach her.

The pain was far worse than Scootaloo could have ever imagined. Her father used the belt, but he always scolded her and gave her small pauses to catch her breath. None of that came this time. Together with the constant pressure on her stomach and chest, the screaming brought bile up her throat, making her gag in the middle of her sobs. She was sure she was going to vomit soon.

"Stop!" Silver Spoon shouted.

The hits stopped for a second. Scootaloo had never been so thankful of anything in her short life than for that one little word.

"Why?" Diamond Tiara asked impatiently. She was out of breath as well.

"She sounded like she was gonna throw up," Silver Spoon answered.

"Gross! Really!?"

"Yeah. Maybe you should take it—"

"I think she's okay now," Diamond Tiara decreed, the next hit immediately landing onto Scootaloo's bottom, right on her thighs.

"No! No more! I can't take any more!" Scootaloo shouted, her voice clogged with the snot running from her nose. She hadn't been able to see in a long time now, so she just squeezed her eyes shut. Another volley of hits bit into her flesh. After a dozen more, the pain felt like it was moving from her bottom and up her whole body. She kicked out with both her hind legs, squirming and screaming at the top of her lungs, but It was no longer from pain, but from outright panic that the switching would never stop.

Then it ended. Not the spanking, but her struggling. Scootaloo couldn't shout any more. She had no more words to shout with. All fight left her. She just lay there, the merciless switch working on her bottom, again and again endlessly. It wasn't that her bottom had stopped feeling the blows. Quite the opposite, every hit felt like it was building on the previous ones into something beyond what she could have thought possible. There just wasn't anything she could do any more, but to take them. There was no more strength left in her tiny body. Her hooves felt like they weighted a ton. She'd been hollering into the air, but her head just fell down.

"Tiara?" she distantly heard Silver Spoon say.

The rest of her words were lost on Scootaloo. She felt the hooves holding her down leave and she just slumped to the side, trying to cover herself as best as she could from the hits. She hit the floor with a grunt. When she opened her eyes, she saw the two bullies standing over her, Diamond Tiara still holding the switch in her mouth.

"Hey! I wasn't finished yet!" Diamond Tiara said, dropping her tool.

"Yes you were. I don't think..." Silver Spoon looked at Scootaloo's rear and had to bring a hoof up to cover her mouth. "Oh my Celestia."

"Pretty, isn't it?"

"But she's all... oh my Celestia. That's—"

"Awesome, right? I bet she won't sit for a week!" Diamond Tiara said proudly. "Don't worry, you get to go next."

"What? You want me to spank her? After that?" Silver Spoon answered, her voice cracking in disbelief.

"Yeah! I bet it'll hurt even worse now!"

"No way, nu-uh. I'm not gonna spank her! Just look at her! She can't even stand!"

"Well then she won't fight back. I had to dodge her legs half the time because she kept bucking. She even smacked my tiara off. I swear, if she dented it, I'll make her buy me a new one."

Scootaloo's tail touched her spanked rump, and she jerked it away. Even the slight touch of her soft foal's hair had been enough to send burning jolts of pain up her spine. Her whinny turned the bullies' attention towards her.

Diamond Tiara leaned down and leered. "Did you hear that, blankflank? You get to do it all over again with Silver Spoon!"

"N-no... please..." Scootaloo sobbed.

"Get up!" She kicked Scootaloo's side roughly.

"Please..."

"Umm, Tiara? I don't think I should do it," Silver Spoon said.

Diamond Tiara was against her friend's muzzle in an instant, her face red with rage. "YOU WILL GIVE HER A SPANKING RIGHT NOW!" she exploded. "I just gave her one and you'll do the exact same thing to her. It won't be fair if only one of us does it. We're in this together, so you do not get to decide."

Silver Spoon backed away and looked down. "But..."

Diamond Tiara turned her crazed expression back on Scootaloo. "I told you to get up!"

Scootaloo felt a hoof grab her ear and yank her head up from the floor. She scrambled up as fast as she could, but her legs were made of lead. She fell back onto the floor, covering her head. Diamond Tiara slapped her hooves away and this time, a pair of sharp teeth bit into Scootaloo's ear. She screamed out from pain. Diamond Tiara pulled her up from the floor and this time there was nothing Scootaloo could do. Even though she didn't think her hooves would support her, she somehow got up. She was dragged over the seat of the chair by her ear. After the bully let go, something wet ran down the side of her face. She hoped it was not what she imagined it to be, but just spit from Diamond Tiara's mouth.

"Go on! Give the blankflank what she deserves!" Diamond Tiara shouted. She slammed her hooves onto Scootaloo's. Unlike Silver Spoon, she leaned onto them with full force, grinding her shoulders against the chair as she towered above her. For just a second, Scootaloo could see something wet glistening between Diamond Tiara's legs and thighs, but she thought she'd just imagined it. Her head was jerked up and the eyes of the monster were upon her.

Diamond Tiara's eyes were open all the way, but her pupils were just tiny dots against her irises. "Well?! Go on, Silvy!"

Silver Spoon hesitated again. "I don't want to, Tiara. It's not right. She's too hurt."

"YOU WILL BEAT HER UP!" Diamond Tiara screamed.

Scootaloo closed her eyes, praying for a miracle to happen and save her from her torture. It was the only thing she could do any more.

That prayer was answered by a cyan Pegasus who at that very moment kicked the door of the clubhouse in. Through Scootaloo's blurred vision, she looked like an avenging angel, standing lit by the low sun behind her, framing her rainbow mane in a fiery halo of bloody vengeance. The incarnation of justice walked in, her red eyes blazing fury like two dark braziers filled with embers. The kind that were used to heat irons before branding criminals on their cutie marks in the days of old.

"What the hay are you doing?!" Rainbow Dash shouted.

Scootaloo, Chapter 3

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Scootaloo felt the pressure leave her shoulders. Both Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon backed behind her, standing next to each other. She could hear them stammer out excuses to Rainbow Dash.

"We... uh..."

"Just, umm..."

"Nothing, we were... nothing..."

"Playing! Playing... umm... house!"

"Yeah, umm... house! Right!"

The rest of the words were lost to Scootaloo. She rolled onto the floor and ran. With desperate, tiny hooves, she clung onto her big sister. "They hurt me," was all she could say before the tears took over. Two strong hooves embraced her. She felt Rainbow Dash's warm chest press against her wet cheek.

"Shh. I've got you now, Scoots. I'm here."

Scootaloo could hear the sound of two fillies running past her and felt Rainbow Dash twitch as if to move. She gasped and hung on even tighter, afraid that if she let go, her saviour would vanish, that she'd turn out to be just a dream. The strong hooves never left her.

"It's okay, Squirt. Just let it all out."

Scootaloo did. She bawled out tears that she didn't think she had left, having just cried all them out under Diamond Tiara's switching. "I'm sorry," she repeated over and over again, not knowing why herself.

"Shh. It's okay. Just breathe, okay? Can you do that for me?"

She tried. It took everything she had. With all her concentration, she took a big gulp of air. Then another. And another. Finally, she could feel her tears slowing down and her heart stop ricocheting inside her ribcage. "I'm sorry."

"Why do you say that, Scoots? What happened?"

"I... I broke a window at school by accident and Tiara took the blame and then they said that now I had to do what they told me and they made me do weird things and I had to eat stuff that she spit on and lick her hooves and then... then they told me they'd spank me and I said no but they told me they'd tell Dad and I was so scared that I said yes and they got a switch and... and—"

"Hay, Scoots, that's... that's really bad," Rainbow Dash said. "Really bad. I'll go grab them before they get too far. Just wait here for a moment."

"NO!" Scootaloo shouted, pushing her big sister up to a hoof's length. "I... I took my punishment! It's over now!"

"Scoots—"

"They won't tell anypony. It's over. Just... please don't do anything! I don't want to get into any more trouble! They might tell Dad!" The rest of her words were silenced when she was once again pulled in a tight hug.

"Scoots, listen. What those fillies did was wrong. Like, crazy wrong. You might have messed up at school, but there is no excuse for what those two did. None. They might have made you think like they did, but that's not how it works."

"But... but..." Scootaloo sniffled, not know what else to say.

"Scoots, I know how bullies work. I know how they think. Trust me, what they did was totally wrong."

"It... was?"

"Abso-bucking-lutely." A gentle hoof ruffled her mane. "Now, will you trust your big sis' to fix things up?"

"O-okay."

"Now, wait here. I'm going to go catch those two creeps. They shouldn't have gone too far." Rainbow Dash walked outside onto the balcony, and opened her wings, preparing to jump into the air.

"Umm, Dash?" Scootaloo asked in a quiet voice.

It still stopped Rainbow Dash from taking off. She closed her wings and turned around. "What is it, Squirt?"

"P-promise me I won't get into trouble, okay? I mean... I... I..."

"Say no more, kiddo." The same, gentle hoof once again patted her on the head. "I got this."

For the first time that whole day, Scootaloo felt the ends of her mouth curl upwards. She swiped a hoof over her eyes. "T-thanks!"

"Now just gimme a sec." Rainbow Dash jumped into the air, and the wind from her takeoff made the leaves in the trees around the clubhouse rustle. She rose above the treetops and made a large circle before vanishing from Scootaloo's sight.

Scootaloo sat down and immediately jumped back up with a yelp. Just the touch of the coarse boards of the balcony had made the burning return. She tried to touch her bottom, but even her lightest touch felt like another smack. All she could feel was the heat flowing from her skin. She tried to catch a glimpse of the damage, but all she could see were the few dark-red stripes that ran along her flanks, caused by the few hits that missed their target. The thought of how bad it might look made her shiver.

"But she's all... oh my Celestia. That's—" she recalled. Even Silver Spoon had been horrified.

Her musings were cut short as she heard Rainbow Dash return. Or rather Diamond Tiara's complaining carrying over the treetops.

"Let me go this instant! I'll tell my daddy all about this and he'll make sure you regret it! He'll inform the Guard! He'll sic his lawyers on you! I'll own your house after he's done! You better apologize right now and I might let you stay out of jail!"

Scootaloo had to back away to make room for Rainbow Dash because of her struggling and kicking load. At least on one side. Silver Spoon looked sour, but stayed quiet.

She landed down onto the balcony with a bully under each foreleg. They were deposited onto their stomachs from a few feet before Rainbow Dash landed herself. Diamond Tiara got the wind knocked out from her for long enough to let the Pegasus speak.

"Now you two creeps go inside and pick a corner to stand in. I'll come in after I talk with Scootaloo and then I'm going to take the same switch you used onto your butts."

"You can't do this! I have rights—" Diamond Tiara started.

Rainbow Dash turned to look straight at her. "You'll be first."

Diamond Tiara suddenly found a large lump inside her throat that removed the rest of her objections, even after she swallowed it down.

Silver Spoon walked next to her and tapped her on the shoulder, motioning for the door. They both walked inside with lowered heads. Diamond Tiara still shot a hateful glance over her shoulder at Scootaloo.

After the door closed, Rainbow Dash flapped her wings and flew to the window. "Looks like they did what I told them to."

"Y-you're gonna spank them?"

"Definitely. I think they should get far worse for what they did, but at least you get to watch."

"What? Me?"

"Yeah, of course. Hay, if you want, I'll let you give them one as well."

"N-no, it's okay. That'd be... umm... are you sure I won't get into trouble for this?"

"I told you I got this, right?"

"Yeah, right, you did. Sorry."

Rainbow Dash laughed a bit. "No worries, kiddo. Now, wanna show me your butt?"

"Huh? What? Why?" Scootaloo asked in confusion, hiding her backside behind her tail and backing off a few steps. She touched the railing with her rump and jumped forward with a yelp. "Oww!"

"That's why. I wanna see how bad it is."

"Umm, promise not to laugh?" Scootaloo asked, her voice quivering slightly.

"Laugh? Nah, that'd be so un-cool. Come on."

Scootaloo's head drooped a bit, but she soon lifted it up with determination. She walked up to Rainbow Dash, turned around and put her chest down while she lifted her tail up as high as she could, presenting everything underneath it.

Rainbow Dash whistled quietly. "They sure did a number on your butt, Squirt."

"Is it... is it that bad?"

"Yeah. I mean, this must have hurt a lot."

Scootaloo looked over her shoulder and grinned a bit, feeling proud for some reason. "Yeah, it was pretty bad."

"Well, the good news is, there's no cuts, but it'll sure hurt like heck for a while."

Scootaloo felt Rainbow Dash's hooves touch her rear. She whinnied a bit, trying to move her bottom away and pushed her stomach down.

"I know it hurts, but trust me, this'll make it better. Can I?"

After thinking a moment, Scootaloo leaned her rear back once more. "O-okay. But it hurts real bad."

"I've gotten my butt smacked a few times as a filly too." After a pause, she added, "Hey, why don't you turn around and, well, kinda, hug me? It'd probably hurt a bit less that way?"

Scootaloo got up, looking at her big sister in confusion. The fact that Rainbow Dash was looking away with a weird expression on her face didn't help. "Umm, okay?"

"Right. Come here."

Rainbow Dash opened her hooves wide and Scootaloo wrapped her hooves around her neck. It actually made her feel a lot better already, but being the tough filly she was, she didn't say anything about it out loud. Scootaloo had to stay standing on her hind legs, but it seemed to be exactly what Rainbow Dash was hoping for as gentle hooves started stroking Scootaloo's aching rear. She shook from the pain, whining a bit, but didn't move away. It felt like she was being spanked again, but with maybe only a hoof this time. She clutched the sides of Rainbow Dash's neck a bit harder with her hooves and for some reason, the pain in her bottom didn't feel that bad anymore. The hooves kept going, gently massaging her all the way from her knees to the base of her tail. Scootaloo felt tears once again rising to her eyes, not sure why. What she knew was that even though she was hurting, it was okay, because her big sister was there. She nuzzled the warm chest she was leaning against and smiled.

The massage kept going for a long while, but Scootaloo didn't mind at all. The pain was ebbing away, turning into a warmth under Rainbow Dash's touch. She felt her hooves on her flanks, on her bottom, going along her legs, around the base of her tail, everywhere. She didn't mind. It was making her feel better. Occasionally the hooves went along the insides of her buttocks and lower, touching on her private parts, then moving down her legs, only to return the same way, each time sending an unfamiliar wave of pleasure up her spine. She had no idea what it was, but it was probably something Rainbow Dash was doing that was making her feel so good. She looked up and saw a pair of red eyes look back at her over a warm smile. It was the exact same smile they'd shared after the camping trip where they'd become sisters.

"Feeling better, Scoots?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Rainbow Dash!"

"Don't mention it." They remained against each other for a moment longer, before Rainbow Dash continued, "Scoots, I know it feels bad, but I want you to tell me everything that's happened today. How you broke that window and from then on."

Scootaloo looked away from Rainbow Dash, but nodded. After taking a deep breath, she started telling of the events that had led her to the clubhouse with the two bullies. She told about the window, the bribe, everything she had to do for the bullies, everything they did to her, about the corner time, the spanking, everything. She sniffled a few times, but like a big pony, she didn't cry at all this time.

"Well, that explains why your face is such a mess," Rainbow Dash said after Scootaloo finished her story.

"Hey! They used a permanent marker too! It'll be impossible to get off!"

"No it won't. Trust me, just a bit of alcohol and it'll come right off."

"What, really? I thought it was, you know, permanent?"

"Yeah, I thought that for the longest time. Turned out they just say that to sell more of them."

"So, umm, how come there are permanent markers and crayons and stuff but we have to use quills and ink to write at school?"

"I dunno. I guess it's more official. Go ask Twilight. She's the egghead."

"No way. She's weird."

"Only when you get her in lecture mode. Just don't ask her to help with your math homework, okay?"

Scootaloo giggled. "It's a deal."

Rainbow Dash snuggled her once more before getting up. "Now, ready to go inside?"

"Umm..."

"Huh? What is it?"

Scootaloo looked around, clearly embarrassed about something. She touched her forehooves together with a silent clop. "Umm, umm... It's not that I'm not grateful about you being here and all. I mean it's totally awesome you saved me! But how did you know I was here?"

It was Rainbow Dash's turn to look embarrassed. She tried to put a hoof behind her back and gave a nervous laugh. "Well, I, uhh..."

Scootaloo stared up at her, eyes wide from anticipation.

"I kinda visited your house."

"You what?!" Scootaloo shrieked and pounced against her idol, almost knocking her down. "Why'd you go there? Was my dad there? Omigosh you didn't talk to Dad, did you?!"

Rainbow Dash put both of her forehooves onto Scootaloo's shoulders to get some breathing room from the filly. "Hey, chillax, okay? Sure, I met your dad and yeah, he was a bit, err, upset for you being so late from school—"

"Omigosh! I totally forgot! He's gonna be so angry! Crap, I'm in so much trouble!" Scootaloo's jaw was already trembling.

Rainbow Dash ruffled the filly's mane once again. "Well you will be if you keep using that kind of language."

"Sorry!" Scootaloo said quickly.

"No prob. Like I said, I took care of your dad."

Scootaloo shook her head. "Wait, what? How?"

"When I went over there, I was going to ask you if you wanted to hang out. See, AJ told me that she and Apple Bloom were going to be out of town and that Sweetie Belle would be somewhere with her folks, and I thought, hey, you might be bored, so I came over."

"But... but I wasn't there! And Dad must have been—"

"He was a bit pis—angry, yeah. But I kinda, umm, told him that we'd agreed that you'd come to my place for a sleepover tonight and we'd do some flight practice tomorrow morning."

"You lied?" Scootaloo said, her mouth barely able to form the words with a slack jaw.

"I'm the Element of Loyalty, not Honesty, so I didn't want you to get into trouble because of me. So, yeah, I might have lied a bit, maybe. But if you come over, I wouldn't have been lying, right? So, uhh, wanna come?"

Scootaloo tried to make sense of the explanation, but in the end, the question was if she wanted to go have a sleepover at her idol's awesome cloud-house for the first time. What else could she say, but, "YES! That'd be so awesome!" She also once again lunged at Rainbow Dash's neck, gripping her in another huge hug of both affection and relief.

"Anyway, I had to find you fast before we both got into trouble, so I flew over to your school, but when you weren't there, I thought I'd check here."

Scootaloo let go of her and looked down. "And you saw me—"

"Yeah, and wow we’re gonna go and make some naughty fillies regret the day they decided to bully my little sister."

Scootaloo nodded vigorously and followed Rainbow Dash inside.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were standing in their respective corners, in the same exact position they'd made Scootaloo take. She could see both of the fillies' hind legs shiver under the awkward angle. It made her smile.

Rainbow Dash walked to the cushions the bullies had used previously. She tossed one on the floor, a few feet from the chair. "There you go, Squirt. Best seat in the house. Which side would you like, the red butts of these two or their faces when they cry their eyes off?"

Two nervous whimpers escaped the fillies in the corners.

Scootaloo sat down on the cushion, thinking hard on how to answer Rainbow Dash. It was going to be the first time in her life she'd get to see somepony else get spanked. For it to be the two bullies that had been making her life miserable for years was something of a dream come true. On one side, it would be great to see the switch hit home and see the fillies squirm and kick. On the other, the expressions on the fillies' faces would be priceless as the sneers they always had on would be replaced by tears and pleas. Maybe she could do one with Diamond Tiara and the other with Silver Spoon?

A sudden warmth ran through her body. It was the same one she'd felt when Rainbow Dash had been hugging her and rubbed her aching rear. It was probably the soft cushion under her, she thought.

"Get over here. I told you you'd be first." Rainbow Dash said as she grabbed Diamond Tiara by the ear.

The filly turned around and slapped the hoof away. "Don't you touch me, you... you... lout! You can't do this to me! You can't just come in and give us a... spanking! There's laws and everything! I'm going to walk out from that door and you have to let me go!"

Rainbow Dash looked at the filly. She then slowly stepped aside and pointed a forehoof towards the door. "You wanna go? Feel free."

Diamond Tiara's snotty facade broke for a moment with an expression of immense relief. "I, umm, really?"

"Sure. I won't stop you. You're totally free to go." Rainbow Dash leaned against the wall, putting both of her forehooves behind her head and smiled to the filly.

"Did... did you hear that, Silvy? We're free to go. Come on!"

Silver Spoon also dropped onto all fours from the corner, her expression a mask of confusions as much as relief.

The two fillies looked at each other, then started sidling slowly for the door, not breaking eye contact with Rainbow Dash.

Diamond Tiara even seemed to be regaining her obnoxious composure, sneering at Scootaloo.

Scootaloo was probably the most confused of the three fillies. She looked to the door, to the bullies, and to her mentor, her head jerking from one direction to other. To an outside observer she must have looked like she was shaking her head from disbelief. She was about to say something, when Rainbow Dash pushed herself away from the back wall and flew over the fillies with a simple wingbeat. She landed next to the door, but not in a way that would obstruct the fillies from leaving. She lifted a forehoof up and looked underneath it casually, as if trying to find cracks on its surface. "You two fillies do understand that once you walk out from that door, I'm going to take Scootaloo here on my back and fly directly to Filthy Rich's Barnyard Bargains. I'm going to tell him everything you've done here today, including how you bribed and cheated Cheerilee, and then I'll tell him what horrid things you did to Scootaloo. Then I'm going to go to Mint's Antiques and tell the same things to Silver Spoon's parents. Then, if my wings aren't too tired, oh, I dunno, maybe I'll fly to Scootaloo's house and go to the Guard with her father and press charges against you two. After that, I'll tell everypony I know about what happened and ask them to tell it forward. How does that sound?"

The bullies stared at her in absolute shock. Neither of them could move a hoof, let alone talk. They looked at each other, then at the door, and back at Rainbow Dash.

Diamond Tiara regained her voice first. "You... but... Scootaloo would get into trouble too!"

The filly in question looked pleadingly at Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow Dash just smiled and sat down so her eyes were on the same level as the two bullies'. "Yup. She sure would. But guess who else would be in trouble? Your parents. When word got out that you used their money to bribe a teacher, along with extorting another foal, how do you think their businesses would go afterwards? And what kind of trouble do you think you two would also be getting into?"

Silver Spoon grabbed onto Diamond Tiara's hoof. "Di? We can't let her do that! Dad would be... and mom would—"

"Silvy, shut up! We could tell them she made all of it up!"

"You really think the word of two little fillies would weigh anything against a grown-up's? Or two, if I asked Cheerilee?"

"She's just bluffing! She... she has to be!"

Rainbow Dash kept on smiling. She slowly pushed the door open. "Try me."

"But... you can't... I... I'll..." Diamond Tiara stuttered, her eyes darting for the open door and the freedom behind it, and back to the calm Pegasus looking at them.

Silver Spoon, on the other hoof, lowered her head in defeat. "Tiara, she’s got us. We can't let her tell Dad. Or your dad either."

"I... but... I don't want to get spanked..."

"Let me tell you something, girls," Rainbow Dash said. "You two have done some really bad things today. Really. Bad. Both of you know it. You extorted another filly, made her into a slave, did all sorts of nasty stuff to her, and beat her up. If you two were grown-ups, you'd be going to jail right now. Now that I think about it, maybe it would be better if I actually did go to your parents—"

Silver Spoon ran to Rainbow Dash, her eyes already wet. "No! Miss Dash! Please! Don't tell my parents! Just... please give me a s-spanking! Please!"

"A spanking is a really light punishment for what you did. I dunno."

"Please! I... I promise to... to never cause bla—Scootaloo any trouble again!"

Rainbow Dash seemed to think about it for a moment, before turning to look at Diamond Tiara. "What about you?"

The filly didn't answer. She was frozen in place, her mouth forming words but nothing came out. Her legs were shaking and her eyes were running with tears. She took a big gulp of air. "I don't want to be spanked!"

"I think that's a bit late now. You're going to be punished one way or another. Now you just get to choose if it's going to be me, or your folks. Pick your poison."

"I promise I'll never bully anypony again! I'll... I'll say I'm sorry and—"

"Yes, you will. But that's after your punishment," Rainbow Dash said calmly.

Scootaloo looked at both of her bullies, the haughty duo that always seemed unfazed at anything she or the other Crusaders hurled at them, being reduced to tears with just a few words from Rainbow Dash. She wasn't sure if she should be impressed, or scared. She'd always thought of her idol as a friend, a big sister. Now was the first time she was thinking of her as a grown-up as well. The thought felt too big for her little head, and she tried to massage her temples to make it fit.

Silver Spoon walked over to her friend. "Tiara? Listen, okay? I don't want to get spanked either, but it's either that, or they tell your dad."

"I don't wanna..."

Silver Spoon put a hoof under her friend's chin. "Tiara?"

Diamond Tiara looked up and sniffled. "Y-yeah?"

"We... deserve it. I mean, sure, it was, like, a fun idea, but... we really went too far and I feel pretty bad about it. Don't you?"

Both Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash looked at Silver Spoon in astonishment.

Diamond Tiara didn't say anything. Her head just drooped down. After a long silence, she finally nodded.

Rainbow Dash walked to the two bullies. "So, what's it gonna be? Your folks, or...?" She let the sentence hang in the air while looking pointedly at the empty chair in the middle of the room.

Silver Spoon took a deep breath, and to Scootaloo's amazement, looked Rainbow Dash straight in the eyes. "Would you please give us a spanking, Miss Dash?" she asked, with only a hint of fear in her voice.

Rainbow Dash nodded and turned to Diamond Tiara. "You too."

"Fine. Do it," the filly muttered, not looking up from the floor.

"That's not gonna cut it."

Diamond Tiara's head jerked up and she glared up at Rainbow Dash. "If you think I'm gonna ask you to do it, I won't. I won't!"

"It's either that, or I tell your folks. Up to you."

Diamond Tiara tried to keep glaring, but the stare coming at from Rainbow Dash was too much for her. She looked away, making sure she at least wouldn't let Scootaloo see her face. "S-spank me."

"You'll have to do better than that."

This time the filly didn't try to fight it any more. "Please... give me a spanking."

Scootaloo couldn't believe how the nastiest, most headstrong pony she'd ever met actually asked to be punished. She didn't know why, but another warm wave washed over her, sending goosebumps running up her back.

"Good. Now, you go back to the corner," Rainbow Dash said to Silver Spoon. "No need to stand, just sit and face the wall."

Silver Spoon nodded and did as she was told.

Rainbow Dash took hold of Diamond Tiara's ear once more. This time the filly followed her quietly to the chair. "So, Squirt, which side is it gonna be? Face or butt?"

The question made Scootaloo shiver. "B-butt."

Rainbow Dash winked at her, then tugged on Diamond Tiara's ear again, pulling her in position over the seat of the chair. Scootaloo watched in quiet awe as her idol picked up the discarded switch from the floor with a hoof and gave it a test swing. All three fillies in the room winced as one as it hit Rainbow Dash's other hoof with a loud thwack.

"Have to give it to you fillies, this is one darn good switch. Bark's been cleaned off nicely, no little nubs that would break the skin, not too heavy or too light, I'll give it five stars. This is coming from someone who's had to make several in my life. Which one of you made it?" She walked up to the chair, not really expecting to get an answer, but a quiet voice came from the corner.

"Umm, I made it," Silver Spoon said quietly.

"You gotten a switching before then?"

"N-no, Miss Dash. It, well, I just wanted to, like, make it as good as I could. I've always liked to, well, work on things."

"Huh. The more you know," Rainbow Dash said. She stood up on her hind legs, pushing one of her forehooves onto Diamond Tiara's back to pin her against the chair. With the other, she took hold of the switch and flicked it under the filly's tail. "Lift it up and keep it that way."

Diamond Tiara quietly obeyed, lifting her bushy tail high. From underneath it, her pale rear came into Scootaloo's full view, along with everything else that was usually at least partly hidden.

Scootaloo felt herself starting to sweat, a lone drop running down her back between her wings. A nervous feeling of doing something wrong or forbidden squirmed in the pit of her stomach. It didn't make sense to her, because Rainbow Dash had said that it was going to be okay. Her big sister was taking care of this. So why did it feel so naughty to look at Diamond Tiara's predicament? Was this how the bullies felt? Is this what they were after when they bullied her and her friends?

She didn't usually look at other ponies' behinds, so now that Diamond Tiara's was on show, she couldn't stop admiring just how round it was. Scootaloo had sometimes looked at her own posterior in the mirror, mostly when brushing her tail, so she knew she was far slimmer than Diamond Tiara and a bit shorter. Even out of the three Crusaders, she was by far the smallest, both in stature and girth. She just hadn't realised exactly how big the difference was. The other filly wasn't fat in any way, but there was clearly a lot more to her bottom than to Scootaloo's. The way she squirmed to make her position even remotely comfortable on the chair made her bottom jiggle from side to side. Diamond Tiara twitched as the switch lightly brushed against her rump and her hind leg kicked out involuntarily, rubbing her buttocks together.

All these thoughts vanished the moment the first strike landed and Diamond Tiara squealed. Scootaloo's eyes were absolutely glued to the rear end where Rainbow Dash's strike had hit. A dark line appeared across the lighter pink coat of the bully. Scootaloo felt her own heart skip, not only because she had been in the same situation a scant half an hour ago, but because she could now see the damage the switch could do. Rainbow Dash took her time before striking again. Diamond Tiara bucked with both of her hind legs, but she might just as well have been tied in place. Rainbow Dash's held her down effortlessly, striking her twice again in rapid succession, making the filly’s bottom dance and jiggle because of her struggling. Scootaloo felt a rush of warmth flushing over her whole body. She felt herself start to sweat all over, just watching at the display in front of her. It was something she'd always dreamed of seeing, but watching and even hearing the bully get her just desserts was so much better than she could ever have imagined.

Diamond Tiara was already sniffling loudly. “Please stop!”

Rainbow Dash actually did, just to downright laugh at her. "Seriously? I'm just getting warmed up."

A huge sob escaped the filly. The switch came down again, this time high, almost at the base of her tail. She immediately lowered it to cover her rump.

"Get that thing out of the way, or I'll start all over," Rainbow Dash said.

Diamond Tiara's tail shot up like a rocket. "Sorry! I couldn't help it!"

"That was your last warning. If you do that again, I will start over." She paused to give three rapid thwacks. "You don't want that, do you?"

"Nooooo! Please!"

The spanking continued, with the switch landing steadily all over Diamond Tiara's rear, and the filly making a lot of noise, desperately struggling to get away. Her shouts were starting to become more desperate, her pleads becoming simple shouts of 'please' and 'I'm sorry'. She filled the room with promises of becoming a better pony, of never bullying anypony again, of giving money to Rainbow Dash if she stopped, anything she could think of. They only served to spur Rainbow Dash on, hitting harder and faster, making the filly finally just cry out with no more words.

Scootaloo was almost hypnotized by the dance of the switch and the wiggling rump of the bully. Every time the switch hit and Diamond Tiara cried out, she felt more dazzled at the display. The feeling at the pit of her stomach was now a burning ember. She put a hoof between her legs, trying to reach for it. At first, she tried to rub her belly, but it didn't help at all. She moved lower, and finally touched her slit. The jolt that ran through her was like nothing she'd felt before, making her gasp out loud. Startled, she moved her hoof away and looked around the room. Rainbow Dash was half turned away from her, and the two other fillies were in no position to look around. Scootaloo hazarded another touch, feeling the same immense pleasure shoot up her stomach and up her spine. She rubbed her burning hot slit, trying to keep her mouth shut so she wouldn't make more noise and call Rainbow Dash's attention to herself. With every movement, she shivered, her eyes drooping half-closed. To her astonishment, the feeling kept growing, becoming even more intense as she rubbed herself. It hurt, but at the same time, she couldn't have stopped if she wanted to. Her body seemed to start moving on its own, making her hips start thrusting forward. She was still sitting properly, but had to lean forward with her other forehoof to steady herself. With a passing glance she could still see the spanking going on, but she hardly cared any more. Her hoof was going back and forth along her slit, rubbing against the smooth fabric of the cushion.

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She didn't know when her mouth had opened, but she noticed a drop of drool falling onto her forehoof. It brought her back to reality. Scootaloo's eyes shot open. The room had fallen silent. Rainbow Dash was still holding Diamond Tiara down, and apparently hadn't noticed anything that Scootaloo had been doing, whatever it had been. She carefully leaned back, trying to pretend nothing had happened. The hoof she'd had against her nethers was wet from something, probably sweat, she thought. With the other, clean hoof, she wiped the sides of her mouth. To her horror, she had been drooling a lot. Her heart kept pounding madly, not out of excitement, but fear of Rainbow Dash finding out. In front of her, Diamond Tiara was lifted up from the chair, once again by her ear, and shoved towards Scootaloo. She tried to put a nonchalant look on her face, hiding her wet hoof behind her back.

"Now, do you think you have something to say to Scootaloo, Diamond Tiara?"

The filly couldn't answer her. She'd lost her tiara and her mane was a mess, but that wasn't what shocked Scootaloo. It was the face. Puffy red eyes, cheeks wet with tears and a nose running with snot. The haughty bully was completely gone, replaced by a sad, broken filly, standing in front of her with quivering hooves and a downcast expression.

"Well?" Rainbow Dash insisted.

"I'm, umm..." Diamond Tiara started, but fell silent once more. She sniffled and wiped a hoof across her face, only making the mess worse. "I'm... sorry."

"For?"

"For... bullying you."

Rainbow Dash turned Diamond Tiara around by her ear, her eyes flaring with clear anger. "Bullying? Is that what you call what you did?"

"I'm sorry, I—"

"No, you shut the... hay up, and listen. Do you know who King Sombra was?"

Scootaloo couldn't see the filly's expression, her whole view being a close-up of the most punished bottom she could ever have imagined. Red and almost black stripes ran all over the buttocks, up to her tail and down to her ankles like some foal's first try at drawing with crayons. She couldn't tell the welts apart, only that there must have been several hundred of them at least. Or a thousand. Scootaloo lifted a hoof up, just to feel the damage that had been done, but hesitated to touch the bully's rear. Was that how her own rump looked right now? Had it been that severe? She knew she'd cried and kicked, but she had no idea if it had been this bad.

Rainbow Dash's words floated to her ears, snapping her out of her ponderings. "...even after a thousand years, he was around as a mean spirit, still trying to enslave all the ponies in the Crystal Empire. He didn't care about other ponies, just used them as slaves. That's what you did today too. You took another pony's freedom and used them. We kicked his flank in the end, but it took me and Fluttershy and Twilight Sparkle and the rest of us to do it, and we even had the help of a princess to boot. That's what you were doing, and like I said, you're getting off easy."

"I... I didn't think... I didn't mean to..." Diamond Tiara said with a quivering voice.

"Now, do you have something to say to Scootaloo?"

Diamond Tiara spun around to face Scootaloo. "I'm... I'm really sorry, okay? I didn't think it was gonna be that big of a deal! It was just gonna be fun and stuff. Sorry."

Scootaloo didn't know what to say. All she could muster was an "Umm, okay?"

"So, Squirt, you wanna have a go at her? Just say the word and she'll be over the chair and you can pay her back for what she did."

"Umm... no... no thanks. It's okay," Scootaloo said, looking away in embarrassement. It was true she wanted to, wanted to really bad actually, but she also knew what Diamond Tiara had gone through already and knew it would be too much. "She's gotten plenty already."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"T-thanks, bl— Scootaloo," Diamond Tiara said.

At that moment, Scootaloo knew she'd done the right thing.

Rainbow Dash reached for Diamond Tiara again. She shied away, afraid that she'd get pulled from her ear once again. Instead, a cyan hoof was put onto her back and she was led to the empty corner. "You can sit here, or stand. Just no looking, okay? Your switching is over, but you still have to wait."

"Okay."

Scootaloo knew what was coming next. So did Silver Spoon, apparently, because she slowly got up, clearly shaking, and looked over her shoulder to the other corner where her friend had just been placed. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw the red lines covering her friend's bottom.

Rainbow Dash walked over to her, and just as unceremoniously as before, grabbed her by the ear and dragged her to the chair. Silver Spoon tried to keep up, but her legs refused to move fast enough. She ended up whinnying from pain when Rainbow Dash gave her a strong tug on her ear. To the filly's relief, the hoof slipped free and she fell prone on the floor, rubbing her ear. "Oww! I... I promise I won't fight back so please, you don't have to pull my ear."

Rainbow Dash looked at her, clearly surprised. "Well get over here and climb on the chair then."

Silver Spoon obeyed, but stopped a few steps short of the chair. "Umm, Miss Dash?"

"What?" Rainbow Dash asked, already closing in to escort the filly the last few steps.

"Could I please talk to Scootaloo before you, umm, spank me?"

Rainbow Dash glared at her. "Why d'you wanna do that? You planning something?"

"No, no, it's not like that! I just... wanted to... talk to her. You know, privately?"

"And you can't do it here?"

Silver Spoon shook her head. She didn't look arrogant, but there was clear determination in her voice, despite it clearly quivering from fear.

Rainbow Dash shrugged. "Scoots? Up to you."

Scootaloo looked to her big sister, then to the bully standing next to her. Silver Spoon didn't look hostile, just somehow really sad. "Fine."

"Okay, you got two minutes," Rainbow Dash said. As the fillies walked for the door, she put a hoof onto Scootaloo's shoulder. "If she tries anything funny with you, you tell me. She might try to wiggle out of her punishment or something like that, so don't let her fool you."

Scootaloo nodded and walked outside. Evening had fallen, and the orchard around was bathed in the last rays of the setting sun´. Silver Spoon pushed the door shut behind her.

"So, what is it?" Scootaloo asked. She knew she was supposed to be angry, but seeing Diamond Tiara's face a moment ago had really taken much of it away.

"Umm, first off, I... I wanted to say I'm sorry. I mean, really sorry, not just, like, saying it cos I don't want to get s-s-spanked, okay? I felt really bad about what we were doing even before Miss Dash came here. I... I don't know if you noticed, well, probably not, but I really tried to stop Tiara."

Scootaloo sat down, wincing slightly from the hard wooden surface of the patio, but it passed quickly. "Huh? Wait, you did? You were?"

"Yeah. I mean, it was going to be fun at first and we were going to maybe put makeup on you and stuff, but I didn't know anything about spitting on food and making you eat it or... or hitting you."

Scootaloo felt bile rising in her throat. "You didn't stop her either!"

Silver Spoon sat down and looked at the floorboards. "I know."

It took a moment for Scootaloo to answer. She tried to suppress her anger, but couldn't keep it bottled any more. "Why!? You're always picking on me and Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle! Why the hay do you do it!? Why are you now suddenly sorry about it?"

"I... I know, okay," Silver Spoon said. When she looked up, her eyes were getting moist underneath her thick glasses. "I know we're bullies. I know we do bad things and... I know they're wrong."

"So why the hay do you do it then!? Don't you feel bad about it?" Scootaloo shouted, not caring if the ponies inside could hear or not.

"I do! It's just that... we've been together so long that, well, I stopped thinking about it. Calling you names and stuff was fun at first, then we just, you know, kept doing it. I thought it was okay and, well, you didn't seem to mind. You had your Crusader's thing and all."

"But what about today? What about..." Scootaloo had to stop herself from tearing up as well. "What about the Flag Carrying competition? You... about my wings..." She couldn't talk any more.

"I'm sorry. I knew that was really nasty. I... tried to tell Tiara to let it go, but she wouldn't listen."

Scootaloo's eyes narrowed. "So... you're gonna say it was all her idea now?"

Silver Spoon nodded. "I know it sounds like I'm blaming Di. I know you don't believe me. I just... wanted to tell you that... today, I wanted her to stop and she didn't." She looked down. "I was scared. S-she liked hurting you. I didn't. I'm really happy that Miss Dash came in when she did, because I really didn't want to hit you. I really didn't!"

Scootaloo felt her mouth hang open. "You didn't? But—"

"I don't know if I would have. I... it’s really hard to say no to her. She gets so angry."

Scootaloo stood up, shaking her head. "I don't get it! Why do you hang around with her then? You're scared of her! What kind of friends are afraid of each other?!"

Silver Spoon was quiet for moment before answering. "Because she doesn't have anypony else. I don't want her to be lonely."

There was nothing Scootaloo could say. It felt like the wind had been knocked out from her with those few simple words. Her whole world had suddenly turned upside down. The thought of her incessant bully for several years running could actually be... nice? Think about others?

The door swung open. "Okay, what's the deal here? I thought I said two minutes? It's been, like, five." Rainbow Dash asked. She saw Scootaloo look away, and put a hoof onto her shoulder. "Scoots? She say something nasty to you? She try something?"

Scootaloo caught a glimpse of Silver Spoon's face from behind Rainbow Dash's concerned face. "No. She just wanted to say she was sorry."

Rainbow Dash looked from one filly to another. "Huh. Well time for your spanking, Missy. Get your butt inside."

"Y-yes, Miss Dash."

Scootaloo followed the two inside and pulled the door shut behind her. The room was already pretty dark now that the sun wasn't in the sky any more. She walked over to an old oil lamp and lit it with a match, soon bringing a soft, flickering yellow light to the place. She then walked over to the cushion and stopped dead in her tracks. The middle of the cushion was completely soaked with a large wet patch. She gulped and looked at Rainbow Dash, but the mare didn't seem to have noticed. Scootaloo flipped the cushion over as covertly as possible and sat down.

"So, this your first spanking then?" Rainbow Dash asked Silver Spoon.

"Well, I've gotten the hoof once but it... it was a long time ago. So no, Miss Dash."

"Well, you're in for a real treat then." She turned to look at her little sister. "Squirt? Same deal as before? Butt, right? That's what I'd choose, anyways." Rainbow Dash grabbed Silver Spoon, this time by a forehoof, and started to drag her over the chair.

The thought of watching Silver Spoon get her rump spanked felt somehow wrong to Scootaloo, not the least because of what had happened with Diamond Tiara and her, well, private parts. "Face," she said, no louder than a whisper.

"Sorry, you say something?"

"I'd, umm, like to see her face. For the spanking. Please?"

Rainbow Dash looked at her with a raised eyebrow, then shrugged. "You're the boss." She turned the filly around and dragged her over the seat of the chair, this time facing towards Scootaloo. "You getting a good view from there?"

Despite herself, Scootaloo smiled. "Sure am." The smile started to fade as she saw Silver Spoon's face. Her lower lip was trembling, and she was rubbing her forehoof against her own shoulder nervously. It was too much for Scootaloo. "Dash?"

"Yeah?" Rainbow Dash answered, already getting ready for her task at hoof, standing up to hold the filly down.

"Could you, maybe, go a bit easy..." Scootaloo started, but to her surprise, she saw Silver Spoon shaking her head and smiling. It was the first time she'd seen her bully actually smile, not just sneer. She didn't look like the evil pony she'd thought she was at all. "...err, could you wait a second?" Scootaloo walked up to Silver Spoon, gently picked her glasses off, and set them down on a nearby table. "Cos, you know, they might fall and break and stuff," she muttered when she sat down.

Silver Spoon kept smiling and lifted her tail up without Rainbow Dash having to ask her to. Her expression completely changed when the first strike landed onto her rump, completely without warning and at full speed. Her eyes and mouth both shot open, not yet from pain, but from the sheer surprise. It took her body a few seconds to get to the 'pain' part, but by then, another thwack had already landed onto her rump. After three more, she let out her first cry of pain.

Scootaloo didn't know what to think. On one hoof, it was the bully getting a well-deserved spanking after all the time she'd made her miserable. But... what had Silver Spoon actually done to her? She'd called her names, sure, but what else? Now that she really thought about it, it had almost always been Diamond Tiara causing the problems. She'd always been the leader, the head bully or what have you. It had been Diamond Tiara who'd started the whole blankflank thing in class after Miss Cheerilee's lesson about Cutie Marks. She'd been the one to cause them grief with the school newspaper, about her wings, all of it. Silver Spoon had been there most of the time, but she'd just been repeating what Diamond Tiara said and giggling. Sure, she was a bully and deserved what was coming to her, or actually raining down on her rump at that exact moment, but still, it felt off somehow.

Silver Spoon probably didn't think about anything else except how to make the pain stop. She squirmed, kicked, bucked, flailed, grit her teeth, wailed, squealed, cried, but to no avail. She rocked back and forth over the seat of the chair in rhythm with the switch hitting her tender bottom, her screams already coalescing into one, long whine.

Then it hit Scootaloo. Diamond Tiara had been begging, pleading and making promises that she could never keep. Silver Spoon wasn't.

Instead she yelled: "Sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for what I did! Please! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! Sorryyy!" With she hit her forehooves onto the legs of the chair, she tried to worm her way off from the chair, but she never stopped saying "Sorry!"

Scootaloo got up and walked to Rainbow Dash and her spankee. Without a word of explanation, she put her hooves onto Silver Spoon's shoulders and held her down. Not roughly, but to show she was there. Sure, the bully deserved every hit, but Scootaloo felt that doing this was somehow right as well. Rainbow Dash didn't say a word either, only kept going.

Silver Spoon kept crying out, her face awash with tears and her nose running, but for a sliver of a second, she looked at Scootaloo, and a smile crossed her lips. After that, she didn't yell "Sorry" any more. She just cried her heart out, finally giving up the struggle.

Rainbow Dash kept going on for a dozen more thwacks, before she stepped back down.

Silver Spoon kept bawling, out of relief as much as the pain. Scootaloo held her shoulders still, not knowing what else to do. Her fetlocks were covered in the bully's tears, but it didn't feel nasty to her. Slowly the crying subsided into sobbing, and finally into just sniffles. Only then did Scootaloo let go. She dropped onto all fours, her face only inches from Silver Spoon's.

"I'm sorry," the bully said through her tears. "I'm sorry for everything."

Scootaloo didn't hesitate. It was something she'd wanted to say ever since the spanking had started. She hadn't planned on the rest, though. Without thinking, she leaned in against the filly, still prone on the chair, and put her hooves around her neck in a small hug. "I forgive you, Silver Spoon."

The filly gasped from surprise, but gladly answered the hug. "Thank you, Scootaloo. Thank you."

Scootaloo stepped back, a smile crossing her face completely without her consent. She wasn't happy or relieved of finally making up with somepony that she'd pretty much hated for years, was she? And there was probably dust in the clubhouse, because it seemed to have gotten into her eyes. A gentle grown-up hoof stroked her mane. She turned to look up to her big sister, who was also, for some inexplicable reason, giving her the exact same weird expression she was sure she had on her own face. She decided that she didn't mind.

Rainbow Dash motioned for the door and Scootaloo quietly obeyed, walking outside into the rather cool evening. Before following her, she turned to the two fillies, one still in the corner, the other just now getting down from the chair. "You girls gather yourselves for a while. You got your punishments and are free to go whenever. I won't say anything about it again, but if you ever bully Scootaloo or anypony else, and I hear about it, there's gonna be far worse than today. We clear?"

"Yes, Miss Dash," Silver Spoon said.

There was a murmur from the corner, probably of agreement.

Rainbow Dash walked out and gave the door a light kick with a hind hoof to close it.

Scootaloo walked to the edge of the patio. Her mind was abuzz with thoughts. Not like when she tried to understand algebra. It was far worse. If she'd known how to express it, it would have been something like a huge jumble of thoughts ricocheting around her skull, skidding over her synapses and finally scoring a touchdown onto her medulla oblongata. The spanking she'd gotten had been really bad. The pain wasn't gone yet, as she gingerly noticed when sitting down, but it wasn't what was making her think. So many other things had happened in a very short time: bullying, spankings, salvation, forgiveness, her body acting all weird all the time. None of those could really stand up against her main concern.

It was the way her big sister had acted all day long. She'd thought how her big sis seemed more like a grown-up than ever before. The things she'd spoken to Diamond Tiara, about the evil King in the Crystal Empire and all... it had been pretty scary. She'd heard about the Empire at school, but Rainbow Dash had been so busy they'd never had time to talk about it. The few times she'd asked her big sis, she'd just quickly changed the subject. She looked at her idol, not sure if she should say anything, or ask her. Sure, Rainbow Dash had told her she could talk to her about anything, but would she get mad?

Rainbow Dash, on the other hoof, seemed to be in high spirits. She was grimacing as she rolled her forehoof around that she'd just used to administer two very lengthy switchings to two very naughty bottoms. She leaned over the railing of the patio, throwing her forehooves over it behind her back and slouching down. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the filly. "I know that look, Squirt. What's eating you?"

"N-nothing. I was just... thinking," Scootaloo said, trying to look away and think of a topic that didn't have anything to do with the recent events. "Ummm, the orchard sure smells nice!"

"Uh-huh. That bad, eh?" Rainbow Dash flapped her wings to lift herself from the railing and landed in front of Scootaloo. "Cough it up."

"W-what?"

"You want to say something, but you're scared that I'll get mad, right?"

"H-how'd you know that?!" Scootaloo said, backing away until she had her back against the clubhouse's wall.

Rainbow Dash didn't pursue her. Instead, she just sat down. "You don't have to tell me if you really don't want to. But you can talk to me about anything, remember?"

Scootaloo fidgeted with her forehooves for a moment. It was a habit she'd picked when she was younger."Umm, well, today, uhh..." she started, not knowing what she even wanted to ask in the first place. "You were a bit, umm, scary."

"Huh? Scary?"

Scootaloo swallowed the large lump in her throat. "Yeah, when you told them how you'd tell their parents and then you told Diamond Tiara about the evil King and..." She didn't know how to continue, so she just left the words hanging in the air.

Rainbow Dash nodded. "I did. I just wanted to make sure those fillies would understand what they did. And, well, you too, cos I'm not even sure you do. What they did was something really bad, Scoots. Something that ponies should never do to each other. I, well, kinda lost it."

"Was it because of the stuff in the Crystal Empire?"

Rainbow Dash let out a sigh. "It's not something that I should talk about to a kid. Just believe me, I saw some scary stuff there."

"But... you're not afraid of anypony!"

She got a tiny smile as a response. "Hey! I said it was scary, I didn't say I was scared!"

"You were almost scared then?"

Rainbow Dash had to rub her head to think of what the difference was. "Err, I guess so?"

After thinking for a moment, Scootaloo agreed. "That's still really scary!"

"It's stuff you don't really have to know anything more about. Just remember your totally awesome big sis saved the day... with a little help from her friends. That's why I'm around, right? Taking care of bullies, boogiemares, and crazy kings?" She lifted her forehooves in the air and made a spooky "Oooooo" sound for emphasis.

The filly giggled, but finally nodded again. "Okay."

They sat in silence for a moment. Some quiet hoof-falls carried from inside, but it seemed the fillies weren't quite ready yet.

It gave Scootaloo enough time to gather her courage. "A-are you angry?"

Rainbow Dash tilted her head in confusion. "At you? Of course not."

"No, I mean... are you still mad at Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon?"

"No, I'm..." Rainbow Dash started, but the filly's wide, innocent eyes stopped her. "Yeah. I guess I am."

"Why? Didn't you give them their punishment already? Isn't that, well, it? I thought when you got spanked it meant that the whole thing was forgiven?"

"Yeah. I know, I know," the mare said, but even Scootaloo could hear the hesitation in her voice. "That's the thing. I don't think they'll change. That's just bullies for you. They'll lie low for a while, then they'll be on your case again."

Scootaloo could feel the tear-soaked cheek of Silver Spoon pushing against her own as the filly apologized to her. "But they said they were sorry."

"Listen, Scoots. I know how bullies work. Especially creeps like Diamond Tiara. They're all proud and haughty until the moment they get put in the same position as the ponies they bully. Then they completely break down. They'll say anything to get out of trouble, lie, make promises, everything they can think of. They're like little dogs. They keep barking, but if a grown-up even looks at them, they run away scared."

"But what if they change? They might, right?" Scootaloo asked, torn between believing her idol and, to her surprise, her bully.

"Well, maybe." Rainbow Dash shrugged, but didn't sound convinced. "Just be careful about them. I just don't think bullies change, that's all."

"You know a lot about bullies, Rainbow Dash?" Scootaloo asked.

Rainbow Dash's ears fell flat against her head. She was almost ready to deny it, but realised that there was no accusation in the filly's voice, only curiosity. "I guess I do."

"Is it... is it because you fought the bullies that were picking on Fluttershy?"

"Wha... huh?"

Scootaloo stood up, her wings fluttering gently. "When you told us how you got your Cutie Mark. It was when you were defending Fluttershy, right? So that's why you know so much about bullies? Cos you fought them?"

Rainbow Dash couldn't look the filly in the eyes. "Yeah, something like that."

"Maybe Silver Spoon is different?" Scootaloo asked, her voice filled with childish hope.

Rainbow Dash shrugged, but then nodded. "Yeah, maybe."

Scootaloo seemed to hesitate for a moment, before walking up to her and giving her a hug. "Thanks, Rainbow Dash."

The hug was happily answered. "Don't sweat it, Squirt. That's why I'm your big sis, remember? And if those two ever act again, you're going to tell me about it. It's not being a snitch or anything, understand?" She ruffled Scootaloo's mane with a hoof for emphasis, just like the time she'd made Scootaloo promise not to fall over waterfalls in the middle of the night.

Just like back then, Scootaloo looked up at her. "It's a promise."

After a moment more snuggling, Rainbow Dash talked. "So, wanna tell me what made you change your mind about Silver Spoon?"

Scootaloo didn't know what to say. In the end, she wasn't exactly sure what had happened either. "I, umm, I guess we made up?"

"Seems that way. Are you gonna hang out with her now?"

"I dunno. Maybe? I mean, I still don't like Diamond Tiara, but Silver Spoon seems, well, nicer than I thought."

Rainbow Dash fell silent for a moment. "For what it's worth, I don't think she was faking it. I guess you could give it a try. It's always better to have more friends, right?"

"Right!"

The door creaked open next to the two sisters. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had packed their things back into their boxes. They started carrying them out without a word. Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash didn't say anything either. It took the fillies only two round trips to carry their gear to their cart. Scootaloo saw the cushion she'd been sitting on sticking out one of the boxes, and promptly blushed.

"That's all, I think," Silver Spoon said as she dropped the last box into the cart.

"Yeah. Well, buckle up. We can go to my place tonight. Daddy's working late so we don't have to worry about him finding out."

Silver Spoon looked at her in confusion. "I pulled it here, remember? You told me you'd take care of it on the way back."

"Yeah, but I was going to make the bla—Scootaloo do it." Diamond Tiara said. She looked over her shoulder nervously to make sure she wasn't in any more trouble.

The other filly didn't budge. "Well I brought it here, so now it's your turn."

"Nu-uh! I'm not going to pull it! It's... menial labour!"

Silver Spoon adjusted her glasses on her face. "I'm going to let that slide because you don't even know what that means."

"Whatever. I don't care. I just wanna go home now." Without another word, Diamond Tiara turned around and started walking away.

Silver Spoon was left to look after her, then back at the cart. Her expression went sour and she kicked the cart. After huffing a moment, she lowered her head in defeat and started doing up the harness.

Scootaloo walked down the clubhouse's ramp and to the filly's side. "Hey, Silver Spoon?"

Silver Spoon had already gotten a hoof tangled in the harness and shook it off with a sigh. "Yeah?" she asked in a sullen voice.

"I could, well, I have my scooter so I could pull the cart to your house?" She tried to look as nonchalant as possible, failing miserably. "I mean tomorrow, cos it's so late now. I'm used to pulling our Crusader cart with both Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle inside it, so this wouldn't weight anything."

Silver Spoon looked at her in astonishment. "You would? But why would you? I mean—"

"Cos... cos I think we're friends now. And friends don't leave each other in trouble, right?"

Silver Spoon looked after Diamond Tiara, who had already vanished from sight. "That would be... really nice."

"Hey, no problem." Scootaloo said, not understanding why her face felt like it was on fire.

Silver Spoon shuffled her hooves nervously, before she walked up to Scootaloo and placed a quick kiss on her cheek. "Thank you, Scootaloo." Before the dazed filly could answer, Silver Spoon turned and galloped after her friend at full speed.

Rainbow Dash walked down the ramp. "Friends, huh."

"S-s-s-s-s..."

"Yup. Always good to make new friends."

"S-s-s-s-s..."

"I'll go turn the lamp off and we can go to my place."

Rainbow Dash walked inside and the clubhouse fell into darkness. She closed the door and put the latch on so the wind wouldn't get inside. "Ready to go?"

"She kissed me!" Scootaloo finally shouted.

Scootaloo, Chapter 4

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"She kissed me!" Scootaloo shouted.

"Yeah, it was cute. Now hop on." Rainbow Dash leaned down so the filly could climb onto her back. They were soon soaring over the dark orchard, heading for the cloud-house not far from where they were.

"But... but... she kissed me! And she's a filly!"

"Would it have been better if it was a colt?"

"EWWW!"

"Thought so."

Scootaloo buried her head into Rainbow Dash's flapping mane. "But... it was, like, a kiss."

Rainbow Dash laughed. "Well, kissing is cool."

"Huh?"

"I think kissing feels awesome."

"R-really?"

Rainbow Dash turned her head and gave a small kiss onto Scootaloo's muzzle. "It's not that bad, is it."

Scootaloo giggled, but had to admit to herself that she really didn't mind the kiss. Especially coming from Rainbow Dash. She tried to play it down. "Yeah, but you're, like, my big sis. It doesn't count."

"Really?" Rainbow Dash said in almost a challenging voice. She turned around again and started raining tiny kisses onto Scootaloo's cheeks and forehead.

Scootaloo tried to struggle against the fierce onslaught, but had to hold onto her big sister's mane, which left her defenseless. "Stop it! Argh! Not fair! Eww!"

Rainbow Dash turned to look forward and went into a slow loop-de-loop, turning both of them upside down, before going into a steep dive. Her house was directly under them, and she only pulled up at the last second, landing softly as a floating feather onto the clouds next to her front door. "Here we are!"

Scootaloo didn't say anything as she jumped down. Now that she finally had her forehooves free, she tried to desperately rub the kisses from her face.

"Heh, sorry about that, Squirt. You just looked so cute with Silver Spoon that I couldn't resist."

"Hey! I'm not cute! I'm... I'm cool!"

"Why not be both?"

Scootaloo pushed her tongue out and blew a raspberry at her big sister.

Rainbow Dash only smirked at her and pushed the door open into her cloud-home. They entered the two-story foyer with the huge spiral staircase leading upstairs. Scootaloo had seen it only once before and it had been only a quick glance back then, because Rainbow Dash had forgotten her favourite coaching whistle at home and had to pick it up. The floor and walls were made from some hard material that almost looked like marble, but how marble could be held up by clouds was beyond Scootaloo's understanding. The best explanation she could come up with was 'magic'. The room had a lot of the details that were more typical of Cloudsdale: tall pillars, busts, and a tiny fountain with a rainbow flowing through it, just like the bigger one outside the house. There was also a very modern-looking kitchen alcove with a high table and three bar-stools. That was where Rainbow Dash was headed.

"Sit down," she said, pointing at one of the stools. "You hungry?"

The rumbling in Scootaloo's stomach answered for her. She did have the decency to act slightly embarrassed. "A bit."

"So what'll it be? I have... umm..." Rainbow Dash started going over her mostly barren cupboards. "Noodles?"

"Sure! I could eat almost anything right now!"

"That's the spirit." Rainbow Dash tapped a tiny cloud over a sink and filled a kettle with some rainwater that poured out. She pushed it on the stove and kicked a much darker storm cloud near the floor. A small light lit up on the stove, signalling it was heating up. Rainbow Dash turned around, opened up a bar-cabinet in the corner, took out a small bottle of dark brown liquid, and slammed it on the table in front of Scootaloo. She also produced a rag from somewhere. "Now let's get you cleaned up. You really look like a mess."

Scootaloo didn't understand what she was talking about, until she finally remembered the permanent marker. "Oh, yeah! You said you can get it out with alcohol." She looked at the bottle on the table. The label had a pirate pony with an eye-patch and a grin with several missing teeth on it. "Captain Maregan Rum? You... you have alcohol at your house?" She asked, almost accusingly.

"Hey, I won that in some competition years ago. Good excuse to use it away. I don't really do the strong stuff. You know, cos I'm an athlete?"

"Why would they give alcohol as a prize in flying competitions?" Scootaloo wondered, her eyes still stuck on the bottle.

"Who said anything about flying?" Rainbow Dash answered with a smirk. She poured some of the vile-smelling liquid onto the rag and started wiping Scootaloo's face off. "Close your eyes. Don't want to get this stuff in them."

Scootaloo felt her face get pushed around several times, then heard Rainbow Dash pour some more rum onto the rag and again got it swiped all over her face.

"Ponies really drink that stuff? It smells awful."

"Never understood it either. When I drink something, it's just cider."

Scootaloo felt the rag leave her face again. She opened her eyes up. "Dad drinks cider too. He's never let me taste it though," she added sullenly.

Rainbow Dash's eyes glossed over as she looked at the wall. "Cider's the best drink in Equestria. It's been brewed with love from the best apples, carefully chosen yeasts and some of them even add a tiny trickle of maple syrup and vanilla in the mix. Brewed in a dark-oaken cask giving it a slightly smoky yet still perfectly smooth taste. The way it foams as you pour it out the bottle makes your mouth water just at the thought. The first sip is always the best, when the sweetness of the cider slowly dances on your tongue before the slight bitterness comes through. I love them half-dry, not the stuff that tastes like apple juice, but the kind of stuff that makes your tongue stick to the top of your mouth for a moment—"

"Umm, Rainbow Dash? You're drooling."

"Oh? Argh!" Rainbow Dash quickly wiped her mouth with the rummy rag, immediately catching a coughing fit as some of the taste got into her mouth. She pushed her tongue out. "Eww! That stuff tastes as bad as it smells."

Scootaloo laughed at her antics. "Seems like you really like cider. I almost want to try it now too."

"Hmh? Oh, don't worry. I'll let you taste some."

"Really?" Scootaloo's wings fluttered in excitement.

"Yeah... when you grow up a few years." Rainbow Dash finished with a bap onto Scootaloo's forehead.

"Awww..."

Rainbow Dash cooked the noodles and they ate, both of them hungry enough not to spoil the moment with talking. There was even a fresh bottle of milk in the icebox, and Scootaloo soon had her belly filled.

"You wanna go grab a shower?" Rainbow Dash asked after she'd finished cleaning up the dishes. Scootaloo had expected her to just toss them into the sink, but her big sister really seemed to make a point of washing the dishes.

"If it's okay, sure."

"Of course it is. Ever used a cloud-shower before?"

Scootaloo shook her head. "Nu-uh! We have one with pipes at home."

"Well there's nothing quite like a real cloud-shower. I got a fresh raincloud from work yesterday so you can shower as much as you want."

"Cool!" Scootaloo jumped off her stool and followed Rainbow Dash upstairs. They walked through her bedroom, and past the biggest bed Scootaloo had ever seen.

"Wow!"

"Awesome, right? I had to specially order it to get a cloud that big. I had to pull out half the wall to fit it in."

"And it's all just for you?" Scootaloo looked at the majesty of the double XXL-queen-and-the-rest-of-the-royal-family sized bed.

"Well, tonight I'll have to share it. Can't have you sleep on a couch."

"Really? I get to sleep in that?"

"Only after you've washed up," Rainbow Dash said as she pushed the bathroom door open.

"Oh, right!"

Inside the bathroom was almost a disappointment to Scootaloo. The floor and the walls were made of the same kind of boring white tile as the one at her house. That was before she looked up. "Is that a real cloud?"

"Didn't I tell you got one just yesterday? I'm sure it's warmed up nicely today."

"How does it work?" Scootaloo asked, jumping around with her wings abuzz, the added energy from dinner returning her back to her energetic self.

"Well, there's soap and shampoo on that shelf and there are towels on the rungs near the door to the toilet. When you want to start, just pull that string and it'll prod the cloud and it'll start raining."

"This one?" Scootaloo said, pulling on it immediately. Just like Rainbow Dash had said, the whole room was filled with warm rainwater pouring down on her face. "Wow! It's like being outside in the rain! This is awesome, Rainbow... Dash..." She'd turned around to see the mare looking at her from under her rainbow-coloured mane, now hanging wet down the side of her face. "Err... oops?"

Rainbow Dash tried to glare at her, but had to give up and laugh. "I needed a shower anyway. Mind if I join you?"

Scootaloo fully enjoyed her first cloud-shower, swirling around, throwing water everywhere from her hooves and wingtips. She fluttered her tiny wings, churning the rain into tiny mist around her and laughed. "Dad would be so mad at me if I did something like this at home!"

Rainbow Dash had been watching her play around with a smile, but stopped her frolicking with both forehooves. "It is still a shower, you know."

"Oh, right!" She turned around once more. "Can I use your shampoo?" she asked.

"Sure. Here," Rainbow Dash grabbed a bottle from the shelf and poured some directly onto Scootaloo's head.

The filly quickly shut her eyes so none of it would get into her eyes. Before she could do anything else, she felt two hooves start to rub the shampoo into her mane. "Hey! I can do that myself!"

"I'm sure you can," Rainbow Dash answered, not slowing down for a moment.

"I'm a big pony! I don't need to have my mane washed!"

"I'm sure you are."

"Oaww!" Scootaloo said, but sat down with her forehooves crossed and her lower lip in a pout. Now that she had to hold her eyes closed, she noticed what the shower sounded like. The pitter-patter of the raindrops was all around her, sounding just like real rain falling onto a rooftop. The most relaxing thing to fall asleep to. Rainbow Dash's hooves also felt pretty nice on her head. She was far gentler than the filly had expected. Now that she thought about it, she couldn't remember the last time somepony else had washed her hair. She hadn't taken a shower with her father for years and her mother had left them a long time ago too. She wrote once in a while and all, but that just wasn't the same. Scootaloo had to admit that she'd missed it.

The hooves left her head, and the shower fell fully onto her head. She lifted her head up, feeling the rain on her face. The warm water washed over her, taking away the shampoo. She waited impatiently, almost opening her eyes, worried that Rainbow Dash wasn't going to continue. Soon enough, she felt something else get poured onto her mane. The faint smell of flowers filled the bathroom. It was the same scent she'd come to associate with Rainbow Dash's mane from whenever they were flying together. The mare's mane would flap in the wind against her muzzle and it always smelled of spring flowers. Scootaloo had always wondered about that, because shouldn't a wild and cool pony like Rainbow Dash use something that smelled sporty? Like her father's aftershave he always used when going to work, telling her how it made him smell athletic? The one that always made her gag? Scootaloo decided that smelling like flowers was pretty cool too, if Rainbow Dash did it.

All too soon, the gentle hooves left her head, and this time they returned with a bit more force, rinsing the shampoo and conditioner away. She wiped the last drops from her eyes and opened them up. The room had grown slightly foggy, but she could clearly see Rainbow Dash standing over her, smiling. She flashed her a toothy grin back. Without thinking, she then turned around, lifting her tail up.

"Now the tail too? I thought you were a big pony?" Rainbow Dash asked.

Scootaloo's heart skipped a beat. It had felt so nice and familiar when she'd had her mane washed that she'd turned around just like she'd done with her parents. "But... but... weren't you going to?"

"Would you like me to?" Rainbow Dash asked.

It was indeed something Scootaloo would very much like for Rainbow Dash to do. For a moment she thought of acting tough and saying no at first, but she couldn't risk it. She swallowed the last tiny bit of pride she had left. "Please?"

"Sure."

Scootaloo felt her wings flutter excitedly, no longer caring if she was acting like a baby. She backed up a step, lifting her tail high up. Only a moment later she felt something a bit colder than the shower water hit the base of her tail. Two tender hooves started going through her knotty tail. She knew she was supposed to brush it more often, but it always seemed like she was too busy. When the hooves found those knots, she felt a tiny tug on her tail. It didn't hurt much, but she could definitely feel it. She felt a touch against her hole, making her twitch a bit, but she remembered that it wasn't really possible to wash someone's tail without touching the other's butt, or even hole, for that matter. And it was her sister, after all. Now, if she were to go a bit lower...

Scootaloo's eyes shot wide open. The thought of Rainbow Dash's hooves rubbing her tail, going lower, touching her in the place where she'd touched herself earlier when watching Diamond Tiara get spanked made her shiver. She immediately felt the same hot feeling start to build up inside her stomach. Scootaloo thought that maybe, just maybe, Rainbow Dash might accidentally brush against the same place. It might happen, right? Her hooves must have been only inches away when she was washing her tail. She was going to put the conditioner on there too, so it was even more likely. Maybe if she spread her legs a bit and lifted her rump up higher—

"Hey, Scoots, you alright?"

Scootaloo was shocked from her fantasy "W-what?" Had Rainbow Dash found out somehow? She'd already guessed what she was thinking several times that day. Had she gotten caught doing... something?

"You're fidgeting around. Is your butt still sore from the spanking? Does the shampoo sting or something?"

Scootaloo breathed out a sigh of relief. How could Rainbow Dash know what she was thinking? Even she herself wasn't sure to begin with. Good thing her big sister had given her the excuse she needed. "Yeah, just a bit. It doesn't hurt that bad."

"Well, you're still pretty red here, so I wouldn't be surprised. Here, lemme wash the shampoo off. Maybe the conditioner won't feel so bad."

"Yeah, maybe," Scootaloo said half-heartedly. That meant there was only a slim chance of an accidental touch now that Rainbow Dash was being careful about her spanked bottom. Sure enough, she hardly noticed anything while her sister finished up with her tail and rinsed even the conditioner off.

"There we go. You can finish up washing and wait outside. I still gotta wash my mane." Rainbow Dash said, before adding with a smirk, "Or you can hang around here if you'd like."

"Yeah, this cloud-shower is pretty awesome. Wish we had one at home too."

"They're pretty swell, but getting clouds for them every few days is hard work. And it'd cost a lot if I didn't get them for free from work."

Scootaloo plopped down on the floor, lifting a hoof up to her chin. "Oh. I didn't even think about that."

Rainbow Dash poured some more shampoo on her hoof and started spreading it onto her head.

That's when Scootaloo had the most amazingest idea ever. "Rainbow Dash?"

"Mmh?"

"Can I wash your mane?"

Rainbow Dash opened up one of her eyes. "What? You serious?"

"Yeah!" Scootaloo jumped up, her wings buzzing. "You did it to me so now I get to do it to you!" She did a full circle around Rainbow Dash. "Please? Please? Pleaaaase?"

"Okay! Okay!" Rainbow Dash said, and promptly fell onto the floor onto her stomach. "You win."

"Tehee." Scootaloo walked over to the prone Pegasus and reared up, lifting her forehooves into the air. She slipped a little on the wet floor, ending up bonking Rainbow Dash on the face with one of her hooves.

"Oww! Watch it!" Rainbow Dash said slightly nasally, holding her muzzle.

"I'm sorryyy! I slipped! I promise not to do it again!"

"Grhmhrmm..." was the only answer Scootaloo got. This time, she started to rub the shampoo into the rainbow-coloured mane very carefully. The strands of hair were coarse, far more than her own, she noticed. There was also a lot more of it than she'd thought. Now that the mane was completely wet, it ran the whole way from the top of Rainbow Dash's head all the way down her neck and onto the floor. Scootaloo made sure not to step on it to avoid any more accidents. She started from down her sister's neck, almost from her wingtips, gently rubbing the shampoo into Rainbow Dash's mane. The mare in question had closed her eyes and let out a content sigh, so Scootaloo knew she was doing something right. She let her hooves travel all over her sister's neck, finally touching the two ears sticking from the middle of the sea of colour. They flipped and flopped around under her touch and Rainbow Dash grunted. It almost sounded like a laugh.

"I didn't know you were ticklish, Rainbow Dash."

Rainbow Dash turned her head towards the filly. Even though her eyes were closed and her face was covered in shampoo run-off, the glare was clearly there. "Let me tell you one thing, Squirt. I am not ticklish. If you ever say that again, especially around other ponies, so help me Celestia you're gonna get it."

"S-sorry! I promise not to tell anypony!" Scootaloo said in a hurry. When the eye-less stare turned back forward, she was left to wonder what Rainbow Dash meant with 'get it' anyways. Was she going to tickle her? Or... something else? Would she... spank her? That was a stupid idea. Why would her big sister ever give her a spanking? Except... if she'd done something bad and it was that or tell her dad... Scootaloo shook her head, wondering why she would even think such things. They were friends and she was washing her mane and everything.

Just like family.

The thought flashed inside her head like a stray bolt of lightning from the raincloud above. Rainbow Dash was family for her now. Being like a big sister meant she was like family to her. That's why she'd really liked her washing her mane. It was just like her mom had done to her before she left with that other stallion. The thought brought a smile to her face, but it soon vanished as another, scarier, thought appeared.

Applejack gave spankings to Apple Bloom when she misbehaved. She'd seen her switched rump several times. So would Rainbow Dash do the same to her? Just like she'd done with Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon? Put her over a chair or pull her over her lap? Scootaloo felt the rain very gingerly on her bottom right at that moment. The same burning inside her had returned, or maybe it had never gone away completely after having her tail washed. It was like an itch that she wanted to scratch.

"I think you've washed that part three times already, Squirt."

Scootaloo fell onto her rump from surprise. "S-sorry! I was, err, I'm new to this!"

Rainbow Dash didn't answer, only snuggled her head between her forehooves into a better position.

The last part Scootaloo hadn't yet touched was the tuft of hair usually hanging on Rainbow Dash's forehead. It would be a bit difficult to reach, especially now that the cyan blue ears were clearly a no-go zone for her. She carefully circled around to stand directly in front of her sister. Trying to balance as best as she could, she reached for the last bit of mane and started rubbing it. Then something horrid happened between her legs. It felt like someone had made her sit on something really cold. A shiver ran all through her body and even made her flutter her wings. When she looked down, she understood what had happened. Her private parts were almost touching Rainbow Dash's muzzle, and when she exhaled, the breeze had hit her directly there. It happened again, as soon as she figured it out. The feeling was awful, but at the same time, absurdly exciting. If she'd spread her hind legs just a teensy bit, Rainbow Dash's muzzle would touch her there.

"You done?" Rainbow Dash asked. Her eyes popped open as she felt her nose brush against something.

Scootaloo felt her heart stop completely, as she understood that her big sister was staring directly at her most private place after having just rubbed against them.

Rainbow Dash's eyes turned upwards. "The conditioner, maybe?"

"Yes!" Scootaloo jumped backwards, barely holding her balance as she tiphoofed on her hind legs before returning onto all fours. She quickly grabbed the bottle from the shelf and ran back. She ran too fast, in fact, and slipped onto her back and slid against the wall behind Rainbow Dash. She ended up looking directly up into the raincloud, accompanied by some stars.

"You okay there?"

A familiar face with a raised eyebrow appeared into Scootaloo's vision. "Yup! Crashing is—"

"...just learning to be awesome. How many hooves am I holding up?"

"Two?"

Rainbow Dash looked at her extended forehoof, then shrugged. "Ehh, close enough. You'll live."

Scootaloo rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up. The room did a pirouette, but other than that, she was completely fine. "Oh yeah! The conditioner!" She picked the bottle from the floor.

"Umm, not that I wouldn't appreciate it, but maybe I should just do it myself? Wouldn't want you slipping again."

"Oaww! But I wanted to do it," Scootaloo grumbled, kicking an invisible pebble on the floor, almost losing her balance in doing so.

Rainbow Dash patted her on the head. "You did a great job with my mane."

"Oh." Scootaloo sat down, in large part because of her head still buzzing slightly. She shook her head to clear it off. "I just, I dunno, thought it was pretty nice when you did it to me and, well, isn't that the kind of stuff sisters do?"

A silence fell in the room for a moment. Scootaloo looked up to see Rainbow Dash looking at her with a weird expression. It seemed like the mare was torn between two things. She then nodded. "You know, maybe you could do my tail? I can finish with my mane."

"Sure!" Scootaloo said, jumping up from the floor and dashing behind Rainbow Dash.

"Umm, shampoo?"

"Right! Sorry!" Scootaloo once again slid back to the bottle and again to the awaiting tail.

Rainbow Dash flicked it up from the ground, but stayed prone. She grunted a bit as she started applying the conditioner in her awkward position, ponies typically sitting down on their haunches when doing it instead of lying on their bellies.

Pouring a large dollop of shampoo out onto her forehoof, Scootaloo got to work. She started at the base of Rainbow Dash's tail, spreading the liquid all over the colourful hair. It was just as coarse as the mane had been, but there was something she noticed immediately.

"Why don't you have any tangles in your tail?" she asked before even thinking about it.

"It's called 'brushing'."

"Oh, right." Scootaloo sat down, just running her hooves through Rainbow Dash's tail, spreading the shampoo while she was at it. "I never brush. It's so difficult to reach there and it takes so much time..." She fell silent for a second, then added, "...and kinda hurts."

"That's because you don't do it often enough."

"How often should I do it?"

"Well, I brush my mane and tail every day."

"Really?" Scootaloo fidgeted with the tip of Rainbow Dash's tail. "Umm..."

"Spit it out."

"I just didn't think you'd do stuff like that. I mean, you're always doing stuff or napping so I didn't think you had time."

"Just because I rest my eyes... once in a while, doesn't mean I don't take care of myself."

Scootaloo twisted the tail around her forehoof. "Sorry."

Rainbow Dash looked over her shoulder and grinned. "I mean, what if somepony took a picture of me when I was doing something awesome and I looked like a mess?"

Scootaloo giggled, relieved she hadn't offended her idol. "Maybe I should start doing it more too?"

"Yup."

Scootaloo soon finished with the tail, but when she started rinsing the shampoo off, a glimpse of the cyan buttocks underneath it made her think. She lifted the tail up carefully, making sure that Rainbow Dash was still working on her mane. Scootaloo took a peek underneath to where the mare's private parts were. It was the first time she'd seen what a grown-up mare looked like close-up. There was a puckered little hole near the base of the tail, but it wasn't really what caught her attention. It was the thing right below it. She knew her own was just a tiny slit with a little mound and two tiny teats near it—most of the time you couldn't even see them against her coat. But Rainbow Dash was different. Her slit was, for lack of a better word, open. The darker blue edges were puckered outwards, reminding her of something. She twisted her head to the side and thought that they looked exactly like lips. A giggle escaped her mouth and Rainbow Dash immediately shivered, lifting her tail up high. Too late, Scootaloo realised that breathing onto those lips would feel really cold to her big sister as well.

"What are you doing back there?" Rainbow Dash asked.

"I, umm, just, under the tail. Washing!"

Rainbow Dash sat up, looking into the rain as well. She rinsed the conditioner from her mane and then put some on her tail. "You wanna finish and then grab us towels? They're near the door."

Something in Rainbow Dash's demeanor made Scootaloo worry that she was in trouble. She did as her sister asked, quickly washing her face and moving onto her backside. Her forehoof travelled directly to her tiny slit. The thought of touching herself there made her hesitate. Rainbow Dash was just next to her, so the risk of getting caught would be humongous. The burning inside her wasn't letting up and after the several near-misses all shower long, it had gotten worse and worse. Should she just try and ignore it? Or maybe if she just rubbed it a little bit, it might help. With a trembling hoof, she touched herself. It felt even better than she'd thought it would. At the same time, it hurt a bit, but felt really good as well. She quickly pulled her hoof away, checking if Rainbow Dash might have noticed. Her big sister was washing her face, apparently all in her own world, completely clueless to what the little filly next to her was up to. Scootaloo gambled another long stroke along her private parts, feeling the same burning sensation growing even more intense from the touch. She inhaled sharply, then opened up her eyes to see a pair of red eyes looking at her.

"You ready to head out?" Rainbow Dash asked.

Scootaloo nodded, not knowing what else to do. She was sure she'd gotten caught and would now be in big trouble with her sister. Sure, she'd been facing towards Rainbow Dash. Was it possible that because she was so much shorter than the grown-up Pegasus that her hoof-work had gone without notice? Or maybe she'd thought she was washing there. Yeah! That's it! She had just been washing there. Nothing wrong with that.

Her cheeks burning, with embarrassment, Scootaloo walked to the door and picked up two towels. They were both huge, grown-up-sized beach towels, but they were the only two on the rung. Behind her, the rain finally stopped and her sister walked up to her. She tensed up, afraid that she'd get scolded or tugged by her ear, but instead, she just felt one of the towels vanish from her grip.

"Thanks," Rainbow Dash said, her voice muffled by the huge towel on her head. She rubbed it against her mane, tossed it onto her neck and walked out the bathroom door, letting in cold, dry air from the bedroom.

Scootaloo shivered as the air hit her wet coat. She tried to open the towel, but it was so big that she fumbled it and almost dropped it to the floor. She barely caught it on the way down, balancing precariously on her hind legs. Twirling around on just one hoof, she was able to push it against herself and the wall, neither towel or filly hitting the floor. She let out a breath of relief. After another try, she got the towel half-way open and tossed it onto her back, walking proudly out of the bathroom.

Rainbow Dash was sitting on the edge of her bed, drying the last of her mane into the towel. One look at Scootaloo made her laugh out loud.

"What's so funny!?" Scootaloo challenged, knowing full well it was going to be something to do with the towel.

"It's... it's... couldn't you find a bigger one? I might have some sticks and we could build you a tent." Rainbow Dash rolled on the bed, holding her stomach from laughing.

"Bah!" Scootaloo said and dropped the towel. Now that she looked at it, it really was ridiculously big for a filly her size. It having the text 'Welcome to the Little Island' didn't help.

Rainbow Dash saw her expression, which only made her laugh more. She collapsed onto her side on the bed, her hind leg twitching.

"Not funny!" Scootaloo shouted, sitting down with a pout.

Wiping tears away from her eyes, Rainbow Dash sat up on the bed. "There were normal-sized towels there too. I just forgot to pack these in the cupboard after our pirate adventure."

The pout vanished in a fillisecond. "Your what?! Why haven't you told me anything about a pirate adventure?!" Scootaloo rushed to her big sister and gave her the most intimidating glare she could.

"I was going to, but then stuff happened. It was just last weekend. Remember how me and the others went to the beach to set Fluttershy's pet fish free? We got mixed into a really weird adventure there."

"Tell me! Tell me!" Scootaloo said, her expression turning into one of anticipation, mirrored by her excited wingbeats.

"Sure! It's a sweet and sappy story about a lovestruck pirate, looking for his lost darling mermaid princess with a map—"

Scootaloo put her forehooves into her ears. "Eww!"

"I thought you wanted to hear all about it?" Rainbow Dash said with a smirk.

"I changed my mind, okay?" Scootaloo turned around to look at the towel on the floor. "I'll just go get another one."

"Nah," Rainbow Dash said. "Why bother wetting another one when you already started with that one. Come here." With that, she grabbed the discarded towel from the floor.

Scootaloo walked up to the bed and was immediately thrust into darkness underneath the huge blanket of a towel. She tried to struggle under it, but two strong hooves started rubbing all over her mane, drying it off. She finally gave up, just standing there like a little foal after a bath, completely humiliated. The towel was pretty rough, and when it didn't outright tickle her, it felt like sandpaper on her coat. "Owww! That hurts, Rainbow Dash!" she complained when it felt like the sides of her neck would be getting raw.

"Really? Sorry. I just thought you'd be tougher than that."

"I am tough!" Scootaloo yelled, gritting her teeth unseen by her tormentor. To her relief, the pressure on the towel greatly decreased and it no longer felt like it was about to peel her skin off. Suddenly a smiling face appeared from underneath the corner of the towel, surrounded by a halo of light.

Rainbow Dash tossed the folded towel onto Scootaloo's back. "Turn around."

Scootaloo did. It was only then she realised that her big sister was going to dry her rear-end as well. She was about to protest, but the thought of those hooves rubbing against her private parts made her just swallow. A sharp tug on her tail told her that it was being worked on at the moment. Then it went down her sides, and then...

The towel wrapped around her hind leg, going from the ground up to the exact place she'd been hoping and dreading. It sent a jolt running through her body and made her gasp aloud.

"Still that tender, huh?" Rainbow Dash said.

After that, the towel was merely pressed softly against Scootaloo's bottom, no longer rubbing. It never even came close to where she wanted it to. She felt betrayed.

"All done."

Scootaloo turned around. "Thanks," she said, but with very little enthusiasm in her voice.

"Yeah, I remember how bad your butt feels after getting the switch. Even sitting down on a pillow was awful." She picked up her hairbrush from the bedside table. "Want me to brush your tail for you? This brush is really good for it.

"I think I can do it myself," Scootaloo said, but even she didn't believe her own words.

"If you really want to, but those were some nasty tangles. Sure wouldn't be nice to try and tug them out yourself." Without warning she bit onto Scootaloo's tail and pulled her closer.

"H-hey!"

"I'll try not to touch your rump, so don't worry." Rainbow Dash pulled the hairbrush carefully through the tip of Scootaloo's tail. There were already several tangles to work through.

"It's not that bad, really." Scootaloo said. She wasn't sure if she should be happy or disappointed about the events. "I mean, my butt. It doesn't hurt, like, almost at all."

"You know, you don't have to lie about it. I can tell from just looking at it that it's sore. Probably will be tomorrow too."

"You think there'll be marks tomorrow?" Scootaloo's thoughts immediately went to her father, asking some very difficult questions if she went home with a striped backside.

"Mmm... maybe. You're lucky to be orange." Rainbow Dash chuckled. "Guess how long you could see the marks on my blue butt."

Scootaloo didn't answer, her mind swirling around getting into trouble the day after despite already thinking of being in the clear. "Y-you know, maybe I could hang around here tomorrow too. And maybe the next night too?"

Rainbow Dash stopped her brushing for a moment. "I got stuff to do in the afternoon and I promised to hang out with Fluttershy after."

"I could just stay here? I promise not to make a mess and..." She looked around, trying to find an excuse, spotting a pile of books. "You have all the Daring Do books! I could just read them all day long!"

"Even if I could leave you here, how wouldd you get down to the ground if something happened? There isn't a ladder here or anything. Besides, I told your dad I'd take you home before noon."

"Yeah, heh. Before noon. Riiiiighowowowww!" Scootaloo's words turned into a whine.

"That's one huge knot dealt with. I don't think there are any others that bad."

Scootaloo shook her head. It hadn't really hurt that bad. If only Rainbow Dash cleaned her house more often. There was so much dust around that it kept getting in her eyes. She had to bite her teeth together a few times more when the brush found more tangles, but it made short work of them. Before long, Scootaloo felt the brush going through her tail with no resistance. "Wow, did you really get them all out?" she asked in amazement.

Rainbow Dash showed her the brush with big clumps of purple hair stuck on it. "Yup. This thing's awesome for tangles."

It was the first time Scootaloo had looked at the polished wooden brush properly. She hadn't realized how big it actually was. Even in Rainbow Dash's far bigger hooves it looked a bit too big, with a thick handle, and a wide, flat end with the bristles thicking out. There was even a long cord on the handle, probably for hanging it on the wall. "That thing's massive!"

"Blame my dad. He got it for me when I was a few years older than you are now. He found it in some antique store in Canterlot on a work trip and bought it for me." Rainbow Dash turned the brush around in her hooves, showing the curly engravings under the smooth surface of the flat end. Her eyes glossed over a bit when she went trotting down Memory Lane. "We had a huge fight about it. I'd wanted a new brush and had set my eyes on a really expensive one. Then he got me this huge old thing. I didn't even think I could lift it, let alone use it." She shook her head, her expression slightly sad, even though she smiled. "I threw it at him and ran to my room. A few minutes later, he came in there too, with the brush. That was the first time I got spanked with it."

Scootaloo backed away from the brush, her eyes wide. "Y-you got spanked with that?"

Rainbow Dash's eyes focused back on the filly from their thousand-mile stare. "I don't even know how many times. It was pretty much the only thing my dad used after he got it." She put it back onto the end table. "Lemme tell you, that thing really stings."

Eyes still wide, Scootaloo gulped and nodded. In her imagination, she was over her own dad's lap, that wide hairbrush raining heavy hits all over her backside. She shivered.

"When I moved away from home, dad made me take it with me. Told me I should keep it to remember how to behave." Rainbow Dash smiled again. "Best thing for tangles too!"

Scootaloo was still staring at the brush, but she then suddenly realized just how much purple hair was on it. "Do I have any tail left?" Scootaloo asked jokingly, though she was at least half-serious.

"I dunno. Aren't short tails a thing now?"

"W-What!?" Scootaloo spun around, trying to get a glimpse of her tail. "How bad is it?!"

Rainbow Dash hid her face behind her forehooves, but couldn't keep the laughter from bursting out. "Bwaahhahahaa! Gotcha!"

Scootaloo turned on to her and flailed at her with both forehooves. "That's not funny!"

The outburst only made Rainbow Dash laugh harder. She dodged the weak punches and rolled away on the bed.

Scootaloo tried to follow, but she forgot to look in front of herself. Her hooves got tangled in the towel she'd used before and she fell onto her face with a yelp.

Rainbow Dash didn't waste any time. She jumped onto her little sister, pinning her on the floor.

Squirm and struggle as she might, Scootaloo couldn't move under the far heavier pony lying on her back. She refused to give up, but when a heavy blue hoof started noogieing the top of her head, she finally yelled "Uncle!"

Rainbow Dash rolled from the filly's back onto the floor and lay there on her side, still chuckling slightly.

"No fair. You cheated," Scootaloo huffed. She got up and turned around with a harrumph. She felt a hoof travel up her bottom, which made her jump up and spin around again. "H-hey!"

"Serves you right for shoving your butt into my face," Rainbow Dash said. "Still looks pretty sore, though."

Scootaloo wanted to jump on the mare for round two, but the compassionate words had blown through her bluster. She rubbed a hoof on her bottom, feeling several welts still protruding on her skin. "It hasn't really been that bad after you rubbed it at the Clubhouse. It made it feel a lot better," she, looking away.

"Want me to do it again?" Rainbow Dash asked, completely nonchalantly.

Scootaloo's eyes almost bulged out from her face. "What, really?"

Rainbow Dash looked a bit awkward. "I was gonna ask if you'd want me to. I know how much it helps and I have some lotion I could use. But only if you want."

"That'd be awesome!" Scootaloo said, her previous gusto returned ten-fold. It had made her feel really great at the Clubhouse. It was also then that Rainbow Dash had touched her for the first time. Probably by accident, she thought, but maybe she'd do it again?

Rainbow Dash got up from the floor and climbed onto her bed. She picked up a large, thick cloud that had been stuffed inside a pillowcase and dropped it in the middle of the bed. "Lie on your belly on that. I'll be right back."

Scootaloo looked after her big sister as she walked out. Not waiting for another second, she jumped onto the bed. It felt even better than it looked, she immediately decided. The bed felt like it wasn't even there, yet for a Pegasus, it completely supported her weight. It was heaven compared to the boring mattresses she had in her own bed. She rolled around a few times, the bouncy surface tempting her to jump on it and maybe even try a somersault. The approaching sound of hooves on the stairs stopped her at the last instant. She quickly dove onto the pillow. It was a lot firmer than she'd thought and she almost rolled over it. She had to back up a bit to find a comfortable position. Only then did it hit her that it was the exact same position she'd always been in when she got a spanking. Sure, she wasn't on her father's lap, but earlier that day she'd been just like this on the chair in the clubhouse. Again, the heat in her abdomen returned and made her shiver.

"You comfortable there?" Rainbow Dash asked. With a flick of her wings, she landed behind the filly.

"Your bed's really soft. It's just that, umm..."

Rainbow Dash sat down. "Something wrong?"

"It's silly, but I just felt like I was waiting to get spanked with my butt up in the air."

There was a small pat on the small of her back. "Nah. The only thing you're gonna get is some of this after-sun lotion I picked up at the beach. It should make your butt feel all cool and nice."

Scootaloo moved her hindquarters around nervously, but didn't say a word. Two strong hooves took hold of her flanks and pulled her back. To her great surprise, she was then grabbed by her ankles and her legs were spread wide open. She could hear Rainbow Dash shuffle closer on the bed and felt the mare's hind legs between her own, holding them apart. She put her tail down between her legs on instinct to cover up her private parts.

"You mind lifting that out of the way?" Rainbow Dash said.

Scootaloo hadn't expected her sister to pull her legs apart. It probably made sense so she could put the lotion on, but it also meant that she'd be completely exposed. Ponies were naked all the time, but that was doubly the reason why they kept their tails low. She remembered her mother scolding her for 'flagging' her tail if she didn't remember to keep it down. She'd even gotten a smack on her bottom in public for lifting it up it by accident. That was the last time she'd ever needed reminding. "Umm, but, you'll, you know, see."

"I don't think there's going to be anything under your tail that every other filly wouldn't have. Or me, for that matter."

Scootaloo lifted her tail up. The thought of exposing herself so fully made her whole body feel like she was blushing. The burning she'd been feeling earlier came back with a vengeance. The thought of herself, rump in the air, legs spread, tail high, being rubbed and touched all over with slippery, lotiony hooves...

The first drops of the lotion landed on both of her buttocks. She gasped from surprise. Rainbow Dash started first with one hoof on her bottom, the other following suit. In a word, Scootaloo felt heavenly. She hadn't realized just how sore her rump was, but now that the cooling lotion and the tender hooves worked their magic on her skin, she let out another sigh, this one of great content. The hooves weren't in any hurry, taking their time, doing large motions all over her flanks, her legs and her buttocks. Scootaloo felt her hips pushing down on their own. She lifted her hindquarters up a bit to get back into position. Then it happened again.

"Hey, uh, Scoots?"

There was something very weird in Rainbow Dash's voice, Scootaloo thought. The usual mocking bravado was gone, replaced by something far softer. "Y-yeah?"

"Your mom isn't around, right?"

Why did she want to ask about that? That was old news anyways. "She left with another stallion a long time ago. She writes sometimes." It was a pure rote. She'd said it a million times.

The massage continued for a moment, before Rainbow Dash spoke again. "Do you have any adults you spend time with? Like, well, mares?"

"Nah. It's just me and Dad." Scootaloo thought for a moment. "And you, of course!"

"That's what I was afraid of."

"Why? Is something wrong?" Scootaloo asked, her voice tinged with worry.

The rubbing continued. "Scootaloo..."

It was the first time Rainbow Dash had called her by her full name in a long time. Now she knew she was in trouble.

"...I noticed you touching yourself today."

Scootaloo, Chapter 5

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Scootaloo froze. Her whole body went from warm and comfortable to ice-cold in maybe a second. "I... I..." She started, but no explanation came out. It was then she noticed that the massage hadn't stopped.

"Shhh. Please don't freak out."

"Am... am I in trouble?" Scootaloo asked, her voice growing higher. She felt her eyes begin to burn. Had Rainbow Dash seen everything she did today? How could she have been so stupid to think she wouldn't notice?

"I don't think so," Rainbow Dash said.

Scootaloo froze again, but this time out of surprise. "Wait, really? Aren't you mad?"

"No. What you were doing is pretty normal for fillies. It's just something ponies usually only do alone."

"It... is? I don’t... I don't even know what I did."

The hooves stopped for the first time in during the whole massage. "You don't?"

Scootaloo felt her eyes burning and for some reason, she sniffled despite being assured she wasn't in trouble. "I just felt really hot in my tummy and when I touched myself between my legs, it felt really weird, but in a good way."

Rainbow Dash continued working on Scootaloo's bottom. "Have you been doing it for long now?" she asked, her voice still uncharacteristically soft.

"Umm... today."

"For the first time?"

"Yeah." Scootaloo said. Her head fell limp on the pillow and her eyes closed. "I hoped you didn't notice."

"It's your own body. You can do whatever you want with it. And like I said, what you did isn't wrong at all. It's something I've done maybe hundreds of times."

"You do it too?" Scootaloo asked, completely taken by surprise by the confession.

"Yeah. And pretty much every other pony in the world. It's just something they usually do alone, like I said."

Scootaloo felt hot tears running down her face, not knowing why. "I'm sorry," she said between huge sobs.

"Shhh, Scoots, it's okay. I'm not mad at you. To be honest, I was pretty surprised about it when I noticed you do it at your clubhouse. Then I remembered I was around your age when I did it for the first time as well."

Scootaloo sobbed and hiccupped. She punched the pillow with a forehoof in frustration, but it didn't help. "Sorry! I don't know why I'm crying!"

"Don't sweat it. You can cry if you feel like it."

She did. If she'd had to say why she cried, she couldn't have. It was all the guilt, the humiliation of the spanking, the confusion, the new and awkward feelings and emotions. It had all been too much for her little heart to take in. When a little heart was too full, it flowed out as tears. She let them all out. After a moment, she noticed she wasn't lying on her belly any more, but was being held in a tight hug on her big sister's lap. She grabbed on again, just like she'd done at the clubhouse. Everything had gone so fast ever since that the things only now caught up to her.

After a good, long cry, she finally let out a long sigh. "Dad always says that big ponies don't cry," she said, wiping her face with a forehoof.

"Well maybe you don't have to be a big pony all the time?"

Scootaloo snuggled under the mare's chin. "T-thanks, Rainbow Dash."

"Feeling better?"

Even though she didn't understand why, Scootaloo did feel better. It felt like a pain in her chest had gone away, even though she hadn't noticed there was one. "Mm-hmm!"

After another long hug, Rainbow Dash broke the silence. "So, umm, would you like to ask me anything? Like, about the things you did."

Scootaloo had only about a million questions. "Is it okay if I do?" she asked. "You said it's private."

Rainbow Dash shook her head. "Have I ever told you about my mom?"

Scootaloo couldn't connect the dots between the question and the rest of the conversation, so she shook her head. "Nu-uh."

"Well, she left me and dad when I was a kid too. When all those... girl things started coming up, I didn't have anypony to ask about them. I thought it might be the same for you, so I wanted to talk to you about them. It was pretty hard growing up without knowing what I was doing or if it was wrong. I've actually been meaning to ask you about them for a while, but I didn't know how."

Scootaloo nodded, trying to take it all in.

"So, uhh, they tell you anything about sex at school?"

That was the cue for Scootaloo to turn beet red. "Y-yeah. Miss Cheerilee talked about it a bit. Like, about getting married and then the stallion putting his... thingy... somewhere."

"That's the place between your legs. The one you rubbed today."

"Oh. "Scootaloo once again nodded. "I didn't really get it and everypony was giggling all the time."

"You know, you don't need to know those things until you're a lot older and start hanging around with colts."

Scootaloo pushed her tongue out. "Why would I ever want to? Colts are gross."

Rainbow Dash laughed and patted Scootaloo on the head. "I know. But if you ever change your mind, we can talk about it again." She took a deep breath, steadying herself for the next topic, which was going to be far harder. "Have you ever heard of masturbation? Or clopping off?"

"Well, the colts say the clop thing sometimes. Dunno what it means."

"It's what you were doing today. See, even though you're not ready to have foals, your body is still getting ready for it."

"Is it the heat?"

Rainbow Dash had to cough at that. "You know what heat is?"

Scootaloo's head could be used as a stoplight. "Well, not really. It's what the colts sometimes shout at us fillies. And I felt really hot d-down there so I thought it might be it."

"Well, being in heat feels like that, but with your whole body. You can't miss it. I think you still have a couple years before that. You're, what, ten now?"

"And three quarters!" Scootaloo said proudly, before adding in a more subdued voice, "Umm, next month."

"I was fourteen when I got my first, but it was pretty late compared to the others in my class. The school nurse said it was cos I was so athletic." She pinched Scootaloo's foreleg, feeling the tiny muscles under the layer of baby fat, making Scootaloo giggle."Just like you, Squirt," Rainbow Dash finished.

"So just touching myself there makes me feel good?"

"Pretty much. You just have to be a bit careful cos it might hurt. You'll probably start leaking a bit too, but that's normal too."

"I did that today," Scootaloo said in a voice slightly louder than a whisper. "I left a huge stain on Diamond Tiara's cushion." She shrugged. "It felt sticky."

"Oh and don't try to put your hoof too deep inside, cos it'll really hurt. Just the outside for now. But it does feel really good when you do it right."

Scootaloo looked at her hoof, imagining how there were so many things she didn't know about her own body. "Wow," was all she could say.

"Yeah. That's what I thought when I found out too."

The two sisters sat together on the bed. Even Rainbow Dash had grown red on her cheeks with all the information she'd been sharing. She put a hoof around Scootaloo's shoulders and turned the filly to look her in the eyes.

"Just remember one thing, Scoots. I really want to be your big sister, so if there's anything you want to ask me, or tell me, I'll be here."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

Scootaloo smiled wide and nodded with vigor. "Mmmh!"

"So, uhh..." Rainbow Dash started. "We still got a bit of time before we should sleep, so anything you wanna do?"

Scootaloo thought about it for a moment, before she suddenly turned back onto her stomach on the pillow. After nothing happened for a while, she pushed herself up with her forehooves. "...can you do the thing you did before?"

"Heh. Sure, Squirt."

Scootaloo sighed contently as the first drops of lotion dropped onto her bottom again. Rainbow Dash's hooves started working their magic on her rump more. This time she wasn't feeling shy about it anymore, spreading her legs and lifting her tail up, revealing her privates to her big sister. Like she'd said, it was okay, because they were sisters. Then another thought seeped into her mind.

"You know, you said that, umm, clopping is something you do to yourself, right?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Well, couldn't, well, another pony do it to somepony too?"

The hooves froze on her bottom. "Y-yeah. I guess they could," Rainbow Dash said. "But those ponies would have to be really close. Like married."

"Oh."

When Scootaloo didn't say anything for a moment, Rainbow Dash let out a deep breath and continued. Her reverie was short-lived.

"Would, umm, two sisters be close enough?" Scootaloo tried to keep her voice level, but her wings fluttered on her back, betraying her excitement.

"Scootaloo—"

Scootaloo turned halfway onto her side to look behind her. Her face was still red all over. "I'm sorry! I... I didn't..."

"Hey, chillax, okay? I told you it was okay to ask anything. That's just a pretty difficult question."

"Sorry." Scootaloo said and lay down again.

"Told you it was okay," Rainbow Dash said. She tried to continue the massage, but her hooves hardly moved. "You see, even though these things start happening before you grow up, the law says that grown-ups shouldn't do stuff like that with, you know, minors."

"But I'm ten!"

"I know you're a big pony, Scoots."

"So what's the problem?" Scootaloo insisted. "Don't you... want to?"

"No, it's not that!"

Scootaloo jerked up a bit from Rainbow Dash's shout. "Sorry."

"No, I mean, I didn't... I didn't think you'd ask something like that, okay? Like, if you want to try it out with yourself here, it's okay. I know you must want to after what I just told you." She sighed.

"But I—"

"Hey, it's totally cool. Just try it out if you want and I'll just go downstairs. We can talk more after if you want."

"O-okay." Scootaloo had no idea what had just happened. Why had she even asked Rainbow Dash in the first place? If it was something private, it had to be wrong for her to ask her adopted sister about it. She watched as Rainbow Dash made good on her word and walked to the door. She felt her heart grow cold in her chest. "U-ummm... Rainbow Dash?"

The mare turned around at the door. "Yeah?"

"Could you... stay?"

Even Scootaloo could see the hesitation and conflict on Rainbow Dash's face. "Why?"

"Cos... I don't really know what I'm doing and... maybe if you were here and... told me... cos I'm a bit... scared..." Scootaloo felt her head sink. It wasn't a lie, either. Doing something like that to herself, even though it sounded really exciting, was now feeling quite foreboding. Worst yet, Rainbow Dash was giving her that weird look, probably thinking if the filly had lost it or something. What had made her say something like that? It wasn't going to work. She'd messed up her chance and now Rainbow Dash probably thought she was sick in the head or something. Maybe she'd tell her to get out or—

"I might be up for something like that," Rainbow Dash said as nonchalantly as possible. Her wings straightened on her back for a moment, but she folded them back against her sides.

Scootaloo jumped up on the bed, her wings buzzing like a hummingbird's, lifting her in the air for a second. "Really?!"

Her enthusiasm was answered with a wide grin. "Hey, would I leave my little buddy in trouble? I told you I'd be here for you, so don't sweat it." She returned to the bed and sat on the edge, looking at the hyped-up filly. "So, uhh, where do you wanna do it?"

The buzzing stopped immediately, dropping Scootaloo down on the bed on her rump. "I dunno." She looked around the room, but then the answer suddenly felt obvious. "Can I do it on the bed?"

"Sure. My favourite place as well." Rainbow Dash climbed the rest of the way onto her bed and walked over to the pillow they'd used for the massage just a moment earlier. She fluffed it up to make it more comfortable and patted it for emphasis as she looked at Scootaloo. "Why don't you lean on this, Scoots?"

The filly walked up to her big sister and fell down on her back, resting comfortably against the pillow. She was not quite seated up, but not all the way on her back either. She snuggled her rear from side to side, finding the perfect position. Cloud beds beat normal ones hooves down, she thought, before she reminded herself of why she was on the said bed. She spread her legs a bit, feeling a chill between her legs. She glanced down and noted with growing trepidation that she was leaking. "I... guess this is it." She put her hoof between her legs, almost touching her tiny slit, but hesitated. "Are you really sure it's okay for me to do this?"

Rainbow Dash nodded. "Like I said, everypony does it." After a moment of looking at Scootaloo, who just sat there almost paralyzed, she added, "Want me to turn around?"

The burning on Scootaloo's cheeks was worse than she ever remembered it being before. She tried to say something, but no word's came out. All she could do was shake her head and look at her big sister pleadingly.

"Okay then," Rainbow Dash said. She fell onto her side next to the filly, affording her a full view of everything.

Scootaloo's tongue had seemingly swelled to ten times its normal size. "S-so what d-do I d-d-do?"

"The same thing you did at the clubhouse," Rainbow Dash said. "Just start off easy."

Scootaloo swallowed, but tried to cover it with a grin. It lasted all of a second, before fading. Her hoof was still resting almost at her nethers, so she inched it forward until touching base. A small shiver of pleasure travelled up her spine immediately in response. She moved her hoof carefully down the slit, already feeling the strange sensation growing. It seemed to double as she worked her way up again. Her mouth fell open, releasing a low little grunt.

"That's it. Nice and slow," Rainbow Dash from somewhere behind Scootaloo's half-lidded eyes.

Scootaloo kept going, feeling the edge of her hoof gently travel along her crevasse. It was hot and wet, making her hoof feel slightly slippery with the little fluids that caught onto her hoof. It felt amazing. Rainbow Dash had been right: starting slow felt a lot better than the things she'd tried earlier, just rushing in. Another sound escaped her mouth, this time a little moan of utter pleasure. A new aroma wafted to her nose. Salty, a bit dull, but it still somehow felt familiar, as if she'd caught it somewhere long time ago, but couldn't quite place it. The slight tingling in her bottom against the fluffy bed reminded her of the spanking she'd gotten, which made her hoof twitch a bit as another wave of pleasure rolled over her gently. Without warning, Scootaloo's hips thrust up. She quickly pulled her hoof away. "W-what was that?" When she lifted her head up from the pillow and her eyes focused back on the room, she could see Rainbow Dash. She was still lying on her side, resting her head on a forehoof, looking at the filly with some red adorning her cheeks. The mare's other hoof was between her legs.

When Rainbow Dash saw Scootaloo looking at her, she casually pulled the hoof away from her crotch. "No biggie. Your body does strange stuff sometimes when you clop off. Just go with it."

Scootaloo kept staring at the mare's hoof that had been exploring her privates a moment ago. Her fetlocks were glistening wet. "Rainbow Dash? Were you... doing it too?"

"Heh. You caught me," Rainbow Dash answered, looking a bit sheepish. "You were having so much fun that I remembered it's been pretty long since I did it too."

"So we were, like, doing it together?"

Rainbow Dash raised her eyebrows slightly. "Guess so."

Scootaloo rubbed her forehoof against the other, only then noticing the damp streak it left on her coat. "C-could you show me, umm, how you... do it?"

The explosion of colour on Rainbow Dash's face was immediate. "Y-you want to watch me do it? Wasn't this supposed to be about you?"

Her breath once again caught in her throat, but Scootaloo braved on. "Yeah, but, but... you've done it a lot, right? So... I could, maybe, learn?"

"Scoots... it's something that everypony learns to do in their own way. Things that work for others—"

Scootaloo cut her off with her best impression of Sweetie Belle's pleading puppy-dog eyes. She ended up only an inch from the mare's face. "Pleeeeease?"

Rainbow Dash just slapped her moist forehoof against her forehead, before pulling it away. She took one more glance at the filly, then gave up. "Gah. Fine. Just stop doing that look."

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Scootaloo jumped up on the bed, but a stern hoof pulled her back onto her stomach.

Rainbow Dash looked her straight in the eyes. "Scoots, listen. If you tell anypony about this, I'll... err... I'll..."

Scootaloo waved her hooves around in a way remotely resembling the Pinkie Swear, ending it with a salute. "I won't! Sistersecret!"

Rainbow Dash frowned. "You just made that one up, didn't you?"

"Umm... heh... yeah." Scootaloo said, putting a forehoof behind her head.

Rainbow Dash shrugged, then saluted back. "Sistersecret."

The deal made, Scootaloo started to giggle, with Rainbow Dash soon joining in. After her laughter slowed down, Rainbow Dash grabbed her little sister in a surprise hug. "You know what, Squirt? You really are something pretty special."

Scootaloo didn't know what to say, so she hugged back. "Thanks?"

"You're welcome." Rainbow Dash pushed the filly away gently, then got into a slightly more relaxed position. "This is totally weird," she muttered under her breath.

"So are you gonna do it now?" Scootaloo asked, her wings buzzing in anticipation.

"Yes for the love of Celestia! Just stay quiet. It's hard enough getting in the mood already with you watching."

Scootaloo looked at her with her eyes wide open. "Mood? Didn't you just do it when you watched me?"

"I... argh. Just shut up."

Scootaloo slapped both her forehooves over her mouth.

Spreading her legs apart slightly, Rainbow Dash let her forehoof travel down her belly and down between her legs. She stopped for a moment, looked at Scootaloo, and closed her eyes. Her hoof started to move up and down her slit, slowly, but deliberately.

Scootaloo watched in amazement on how different it looked between the older mare's legs. The lips she'd seen earlier were even further open, and the cyan fur disappeared almost halfway between then, only leaving part of the fetlocks outside. The amount of liquid coming out was also lot larger than it had been on the filly. Now that she was so close, she also recognized the smell from earlier. It was coming from Rainbow Dash, from her moist lips.

The first low moan escaped Rainbow Dash's lips. They'd fallen slightly open, allowing her to breathe easier through her mouth. Every few strokes, she added another sound, sometimes a content grunt, a moan, or even a tiny whinny.

Most of them went unnoticed by Scootaloo. Her eyes were fixed on her sister's hoof working between those slim, athletic legs.

The mare shuddered every now and then, and just like Scootaloo, her hips thrust forward, accompanied by a louder moan. After few more strokes, she changed her hooves, the one glistening with fluids travelling up to her mouth, the other one going to work on her swollen lips. She licked her wet fetlocks, clearly enjoying her own taste.

Scootaloo thought that she should gag or at least feel disgusted, but everything Rainbow Dash did felt so natural that she just looked with growing intensity at the tongue playing over the glistening hoof. She felt her own nethers calling for her, and started to pleasure herself as well. A few drops of sweat had formed on Rainbow Dash's forehead and her breathing was growing more rapid. Her tongue already lolled out of her mouth, having just been left there after both of her hooves joined forces against the fort of Maiden Hill.

With a long moan, Rainbow Dash lifted both of her hind legs in the air, her hips thrusting into up and the rest of her body shuddering and shaking. After the last of the spasms, her whole body just fell limp and she rolled onto her back, her head hanging over the edge of the bed.

Scootaloo stopped her own task, creeping closer to her big sister. When she peeked over the edge, she saw that Rainbow Dash still had her eyes closed and was breathing rapidly, but she had a small smile on her face.

"Wow," was all Scootaloo could say.

Rainbow Dash opened her eyes halfway and looked up sleepily. "Enjoy the show, Squirt?"

"W-what happened? Are you hurt?"

Rainbow Dash sat up, shaking her mane from her eyes. "Nah. I came."

"Came?"

"Sometimes when you feel really good, your body just lets go and you feel totally awesome for a moment. Even better than just touching yourself. Doesn't happen every time, but like I said, it's been a while for me so... yeah." She fell on her back once more. "I really needed that."

Scootaloo circled around her, taking a peek between the mare's legs. Her whole lower stomach, crotch and even her thighs were soaked, as were several spots on the sheets.

"So, you gonna do it now, Scoots? Dunno if that helped you, but at least now you know what can happen, right?"

Scootaloo smiled and nodded. "Yeah." She rolled over once, depositing her back on her back on the pillow. This time she didn't hesitate with her hooves, diving in immediately. She stroked herself, moving up and down her slit, but after seeing what Rainbow Dash had just done, she felt almost clumsy. It didn't help that despite her moving as carefully as she could, there was still a lot of pain, especially if she pushed her hoof inside even a little bit. Sure, Rainbow Dash had said she shouldn't, but it had looked so awesome when the mare did it that she just wanted to try it out anyway. She couldn't stop some nervous whinnies and grunts of pain from escaping her. To her surprise, she felt a hoof stroking her cheek.

"You okay there?"

Scootaloo finally gave up and moved her hoof away. "It hurts."

"Yeah. I saw you trying to push your hoof inside. Didn't I say not to do it?"

Scootaloo's face was twisted in frustration. "But you did it and it looked so awesome."

"I did, yeah." Rainbow Dash said, but shook her head as well. "It's different for grown-ups. You just can't do it before you're older."

"Blah. That's what everypony always says. Being a grown-up is so cool."

Rainbow Dash didn't answer, just stroking the filly's cheek more.

"Did you do it as a filly?"

"Clopping off? Yeah. Around your age I guess."

Scootaloo fidgeted with her forehooves again. "S-so... you know how to do it then?"

"Huh? Do what?"

"Umm... to a filly... that is..." Scootaloo didn't know how to continue. She looked at her big sister.

Rainbow Dash sat there, her mouth hanging slightly open, her eyes wide.

"I... I..." Scootaloo shook her head. "I... want you to do it to me."

There was a long silence, during which Scootaloo's heart beat faster than it had ever done, even after the highest jumps she'd ever pulled with her scooter, the excitement paled in comparison to this moment.

"Scoots... what you're asking is a pretty big thing. I don't think you realize how big."

"I just... thought it'd be okay. We're sisters now, right?"

Rainbow Dash exhaled. "Yeah. We are."

"So... will you do it? I mean... to me?"

Another long silence, after which, to Scootaloo's greatest relief, Rainbow Dash nodded. "Yeah. Guess I will. But just this once."

Scootaloo moved in to hug her big sister, but was met with an outstretched hoof.

"...On two conditions."

"Umm—" Scootaloo began, but was cut off.

"First, this time you gotta understand that if you tell anypony about this, at all, I'll be in huge trouble. Hay, I know I should say no to the whole thing, but... that's not what I promised you. Just... if you tell anypony, I won't be able to be your sister anymore. Ever."

Scootaloo sat in silence for a moment. Despite her youth, she understood that this was something very serious that Rainbow Dash was saying. "I'd... I'll never tell. Promise."

Rainbow Dash looked her deep in the eyes. Scootaloo felt the urge to look away, but she couldn't. Not this time.

After a long, deep stare, Rainbow Dash nodded. "I trust you."

"So, uhh, what's the second rule?"

This time, Rainbow Dash grinned wickedly. "Oh the second one?" She leaned closer to the filly, who tried to back off slightly. "The second one? You gotta kiss me."

Scootaloo's mouth fell open. "Wait, wha...huh?"

"We talked about it on the way here, didn't we? This time, I'm gonna prove that kissing can be totally awesome."

"Do we... have to?" Scootaloo asked, her mouth growing dry from the thought of actually kissing somepony.

Rainbow Dash tossed her namesake mane back with a quick twist of her neck. "Up to you. But the deal's off if you don't."

"Okay! I will!"

Rainbow Dash didn't answer. She pushed Scootaloo onto her back and leaned over the filly.

Scootaloo watched the cyan muzzle approaching hers and she screwed her eyes shut. Soft lips touched hers. It was a very gentle, tiny kiss. She felt Rainbow Dash exhale through her nose, the breeze dancing on her face. A hoof softly landed next to her head, then another on the other side. The kiss returned, their lips locking again. Rainbow Dash was slightly sideways so their muzzles would get in the way, their teeth almost touching against each other.

Scootaloo felt her heart beating faster. The kiss was nothing like she'd expected. It continued, Rainbow Dash's lips working around hers tenderly, sometimes sucking against each other, sometimes just merely pushing together. Scootaloo felt something tickling her stomach and realised her big sister had climbed on top of her. She reached up, feeling Rainbow Dash's face. She stroked her cheeks, feeling them curve inward whenever their lips came together. Scootaloo answered the lips this time, mimicking what they were doing to her. She soon noticed that it was getting hard to breathe with just her nose, her mouth being completely occupied by those soft lips.

She took a deep breath through her nose, opening her eyes slightly. Rainbow Dash's eyes were closed as well, so she let her own droop closed again. A gentle hoof stroked her mane, brushing the tuft that was usually sticking over her forehead back. Scootaloo didn't know how long the kiss had gone on, but she'd already decided that she didn't mind if it kept on going. When the lips left hers for a moment, she immediately followed them up, finding them only an inch away from hers. They answered her happily, almost as if they'd been expecting to be welcomed back. Scootaloo could feel a tongue touching her teeth, rolling over her gums, exploring around the outer edges of her mouth. She opened her mouth up, letting her teeth part ways. The kiss immediately became stronger and deeper. Rainbow Dash opened up her own mouth as well, allowing her lips to follow those of the little filly's. She turned her head to the other side, never breaking the kiss.

Scootaloo felt weird tastes on her tongue and realised that she and Rainbow Dash were tasting what the other one's mouth tasted like. The tongue kept flickering onto her teeth, never deeper. It darted to the side, tickling Scootaloo's cheek from the inside, doing a lap around the back of the filly's teeth. In retaliation, she pushed her own tongue upwards, their tips touching each other. The larger one circled the smaller one, like the big, strong predator stalking its tiny prey, making sure it couldn't escape. Not that Scootaloo would have wanted to. What was in essence her and Rainbow Dash licking each other's tongues didn't feel weird at all. Slippery, wet, hot, but not disgusting in any way. Scootaloo purred happily, feeling her tongue dance around with its big sister. Then it backed away, out of her mouth and back to where it belonged.

Scootaloo tried to reach for it, pushing her tongue out from her own mouth and into Rainbow Dash's. It was just the moment the hunter had been waiting for, her prey to enter her territory, having lured it expertly into a trap. She bit down onto Scootaloo's tongue, not hard enough to cause pain, but locking it in place inside her mouth. The filly struggled, trying to yank her tongue out, but to no avail. She whined slightly, feeling the teeth pulling her even deeper in, the mare's tongue tickling her little tip between the teeth that had become Scootaloo's prison bars. Scootaloo grunted, not knowing what to do, trying to push with her forehooves onto Rainbow Dash's face to make her let go, but the teeth bit down, ever so slightly, reminding her that she was caught and completely helpless. She tried to speak up, to tell her big sister to please let go, but it was all just a guttural moan, said with no teeth nor lips, because Rainbow Dash dove back down onto her. The mare pushed her whole body onto the filly, pinning her helplessly against the mattress. The lips followed suit, locking against Scootaloo's, forcing her to open her mouth so wide it almost hurt. She had trouble breathing, with a pony twice her size lying on top of her, leaving her four small hooves to struggle futilely against the mare's sides. To her relief, the deepening kiss allowed her tongue to return closer to her mouth, so she happily accepted the lips on her own. Her brief reverie didn't last long, because Rainbow Dash once again pulled back, still holding the filly's tongue tightly between her teeth. Scootaloo tried to follow, but the mare's whole body was now on top of hers. Rainbow Dash pulled her head further back, pulling Scootaloo's tongue even further out of her mouth, until she couldn't take it anymore and let out a pitiful yelp. The effect was immediate: The mare leaned back down, carefully and gently returning the tongue back to where it belonged before finally releasing it. Scootaloo rolled it around her tongue, but apart from the slight tingling at the very tip, it felt completely okay.

Scootaloo only then dared to open her eyes up just a fraction, just like before. Rainbow Dash was looking down at her, her head diagonal to her own. With their lips locked, she could feel her big sister's mouth turn into a smile. Rainbow Dash's lips backed away slowly. Scootaloo followed like before, but only got a few teasing, short kisses onto her lips, not the full caress she was longing for. She slowly let her eyes open the rest of the way, realizing she'd just had her very first real kiss. Her heart pounded in her ears and she had to catch a breath now that her mouth was finally free. Rainbow Dash lifted herself up, but didn't leave her position above the filly.

"If I didn't know better, I coulda sworn a certain filly really liked kissing."

Scootaloo couldn't even pretend that she didn't, the whole thing having caught her so completely by surprise. "Y-yeah. Kissing is awesome!"

She got a short laugh as an answer. It wasn't a mocking one, but nice and warm. "Told you."

"Can we do it again?" Scootaloo asked.

Rainbow Dash smiled coyly. "Maybe. But first I think you wanted me to do something else?"

Scootaloo's memory came rushing back. "Oh!"

"Yup. You filled the conditions, so get ready for something awesome."

"Mmmh!" the filly answered with a vigorous nod.

Rainbow Dash placed one more short kiss onto Scootaloo's lips, then moved away. "Now, why don't you lie down like you did when I was giving you that massage?"

"The what?"

"Rubbing your butt," Rainbow Dash answered in a deadpan voice.

"Oh! That! Sure." Scootaloo rolled up onto her hooves and spotted the pillow she'd been using for various activities all evening long. She happily dropped onto her belly on it, not hesitating to open her legs wide and lifting her tail. Exposing herself made her heartbeat pick up again, but from excitement, not nervousness.

Rainbow Dash moved behind her, once again pushing her own hind legs between Scootaloo's, locking them apart. She began stroking the filly's coat, her legs, flanks, bottom. It almost tickled, but not quite.

Scootaloo tried to back up a bit, getting into an even more comfortable position. The hooves felt nice on her rear, not the way they did before when they took the pain away, but more like they were beckoning her, promising something even better soon.

Then a jolt of electricity ran through her body. Rainbow Dash had just touched her slit. Her hoof travelled it's whole length, very gently, but it felt thousand times stronger to the filly. It went the other way, starting from the edge of her hole and moving lower, until it touched on something even more tender.

"Aaaah!" she shouted out loud. Her whole body twitched, her hips pushing against the pillow on their own.

"Feels pretty good, right?"

Scootaloo could barely answer. "Y-y-yes!"

Rainbow Dash went back up the slit, then back down. When she hit the lowest point, she stayed there for a moment, then shook her hoof, making the room turn around for Scootaloo from the sheer pleasure.

Scootaloo wasn't completely sure if she'd shouted something out or not. She gripped the linen under her forehooves.

Once again the hoof travelled her length. It went up one side, then down the other. Slowly, like the mare behind her was savouring every long second it took for her to cover the barely two inches of fillyhood.

"Hnnngaaaah!" Scootaloo shouted. It felt almost painful, but so good at the same time. It was the perfect depth, not hurting her, but dancing just on the edge. Every time Rainbow Dash touched the lower end of her slit, the filly had to moan more, thrusting her hips down into the pillow under her. She tried to back up against the hoof.

"Getting impatient there, Scoots?"

It was the second time that day Scootaloo had been on her stomach, pleading about things that happened in her hindquarters. This time, though, it wasn't to avoid, but rather, entice the events. "P-please! Go faster! It feels so good!"

"It does? I had no idea..." The hoof stopped.

"Rainbow Daaaaaash!"

The hoof moved back and forth in rapid succession along her tender fillyhood, making its owner shiver and squeal in delight. Rainbow Dash kept the pace up, making Scootaloo pant from the sheer intensity, then slowing slightly to give the filly a moment to catch her breath, then increasing the pace again. Every time she did, Scootaloo bellowed another ululation of approval.

"You're pretty loud, Scoots."

Rainbow Dash didn't slow down at all, but Scootaloo still tried to answer her. "S-sorryaaaAHHAHHHH! Haah. Should IIIIIIIiiiiiiihhhh be more Q-q-q-quiet?"

"Buck no. It's hot as hell."

"Ahhhh!"

Scootaloo couldn't even describe the feeling she was having. She couldn't keep her eyes open, only watching the shaking wall in front of her from through a thin crack between her eyelids. She didn't think the feeling could get any better, but every stroke made her feel better and better. If the spanking from Diamond Tiara had been the worst thing in her life, then this was definitely the best. A new smell wafted into her nose. It was almost the same one she'd caught from Rainbow Dash, but a bit sharper. She realized it was her own juices, her own smell.

And suddenly, the hoof stopped almost completely. It only moved along her slit maybe once every few seconds. At first, Scootaloo thought it was Rainbow Dash teasing her. She pushed her whole tiny body against the hoof, but it didn't help at all. The burning inside her was fierce, making her almost reach out with a hoof to continue herself.

"Scoots... there's something else I could do."

"Yeh-yeah?" Scootaloo panted. She was out of breath like after galloping a mile, but she had just laid on her belly this whole time.

"It's... something a bit different, but you'll like it. Is it okay?"

Scootaloo didn't understand. What could be better than this? What was Rainbow Dash planning? She could hardly wait to find out. "Uhh... okay?"

The hoof left her slit, making her whinny sadly and wiggle her bottom. Rainbow Dash's forehooves crept around to her sides, grabbing her from both of her flanks.

If Rainbow Dash had her hooves to the sides, what was she... "AAAAHHHHHH!" Scootaloo squealed. Something wet rubbed from the bottom of her fillyhood all the way up to her puckered hole, tickling her there as well. It took her a moment before she realized what was going on.

"Rainbow Dash! Are you licking me?!"

The wet feeling left her buttcrack. She heard a slurping sound, as if someone swallowing something delicious. "Yup."

"EWWW! It's dirty!"

"Nnope. We just had a shower."

"B-but—"

Rainbow Dash smacked her lips. "Don't worry. You taste awesome."

Scootaloo's eyes opened wide. "What!? EWWW!"

The tongue returned to work. Scootaloo's whole body trembled with the movements of that tiny little muscle slithering all over her bottom. It went from her slit up to near her hole, danced on her buttocks, even went to her tail to pull it into Rainbow Dash's mouth and bite down on it, shaking the whole filly from side to side. She then dove back in, tongue first, straight into Scootaloo's most private spot, catching the minuscule nub that was right at the lower end of the slit and assaulting it with licks and suckles.

"Mwaaaaah!" Scootaloo shouted, hammering the bed with her forehooves. The tongue was so much better than the already ridiculously awesome hoof had been. She wiggled her bottom, moving it up and down, trying to get the tongue to move quicker. Rainbow Dash's rapid breaths felt chilly on her nethers, making her shiver despite sweating like mad.

It was right then that Rainbow Dash struck. Her tongue left a wet trail as it glided to Scootaloo's butthole. She made a circle around it before going right over the hole and pushing slightly inside.

"R-RAINBOW DASH!"

The tongue pulled out from its exploration into terra incognita rectalis. "Hmmmh?"

"That's... that's where my... Why did you... why..."

Rainbow Dash gave a few quick licks onto Scootaloo's dripping-wet slit before answering. "You're not right now, are you? Don't worry, you taste really nice there."

Scootaloo felt her whole body burn up from embarrasment. She pushed her tongue out. "Gross!"

"Felt good though, right?"

"Well, uhh, maybe a bit. But not as good as the... other part. "

"You mean..." Several quick licks assaulted Scootaloo's fillyhood, "...this part?"

"Yeh-he-hessss!"

Rainbow Dash's tongue flickered all over there. "And what do you want me to do there?"

Scootaloo was confused. Did Rainbow Dash forget or something? Was she playing? "Huh?"

"What would you like me to do there?"

"Umm... l-l-lick me?"

"You gotta say it louder, Scoots."

Scootaloo couldn't have been more embarrassed. "Lick me!"

"Louder!"

"Lick me!

"Good girl!" Rainbow Dash rewarded her with another loud slurp along her slit.

"AAaAAaaaahhhh!"

"Mmm. You're good at this. Let's see if you can make even more noise." The licks continued, this time at a steady, unrelenting pace, not giving the filly even a moment's respite.

"AAAAaaaahhhhhhhhh hhhaaaaaaaahhhh!" Scootaloo shouted. Her whole body moved up and down in rhytm with the tongue, as did her moans of pleasure. She felt something far bigger growing inside her. Even bigger than the heat that was burning inside the pit of her stomach, right above where Rainbow Dash was licking her. It felt like a giant ball of something glorious was being inflated with awesome inside her body. Her hips started slamming down on the pillow, Rainbow Dash's tongue barely having to move as Scootaloo pleasured herself on it. The feeling inside her was too big for her body, almost feeling like she was going to explode.

Then she did. Wave after wave of pure bliss wracked her body, over and over again. She felt like the whole burning from earlier was escaping through her nethers like a molten hot stream of lava. Rainbow Dash kept licking all the while, but Scootaloo couldn't think of anything but the unbearable pleasure. Her whole body trembled, her legs twitched, her eyes turned up, but she didn't notice any of it.

She screamed all out, feeling every movement in her body slowing down with every pulse finally being released from her. It felt like every wave was moving slower and slower, just like everything else. She felt her head jerk back and forth, but as if she was underwater, her brain floating an inch behind the rest of her head that was now filled with cotton candy.

Scootaloo only then realized she'd been holding her breath all the while, and finally released the air from her aching lungs. The world came rushing back in as the euphoria let go of her, dropping her from a mile high onto the bed face first on the sweaty pillow. Exhausted, she rolled to her side and eventually onto her back, panting and gasping for air. She felt a hoof do a few wide circles on her belly, rocking her slightly from side to side.

"Way to go, Squirt!"

Scootaloo slowly opened her eyes. Rainbow Dash was sitting next to her, still rubbing her. The mare's face was glistening with what the filly immediately realized were her own juices. She thought that maybe it should have felt gross, but after how good it had felt, she couldn't have cared less.

"That was... awesome," Scootaloo said. Sure, she called almost everything Rainbow Dash did 'awesome', but this time there was no other word to describe how she felt.

Rainbow Dash beamed. "Expect anything less from your totally awesome big sister?"

Shaking her head, Scootaloo propped herself up onto her elbows. To her surprise, she wasn't tired like she thought she would be. Instead, she felt like a small current of energy was still running through her dripping wet body.

With a long sigh, Rainbow Dash lay down next to Scootaloo, wiggling a forehoof under the filly's head.

Scootaloo happily returned the offer, curling up against the mare's chest. She could hear her big sister's heart beat just as fast as her own did, still clearly audible in her ears. She closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth emanating from Rainbow Dash. She could also feel her own body practically glow, her cheeks still burning, but not like she was embarrassed. It was the feeling she got after the most amazingest tricks she pulled on her scooter, or the most daring (or crazy) stunt she did with the Crusaders to try and earn their Cutie Marks.

Rainbow Dash planted a small kiss on Scootaloo's forehead and stroked her sweaty mane. They stayed there, just breathing, neither one of them willing to break the perfect moment. Occasionally, they'd kiss, but not like they had before. They were short kisses, tender, followed with smiles and rubbed muzzles. Scootaloo opened up her eyes to see her big sister looking at her with half-shut eyes, and to her surprise, tiny tears at the corners of her eyes. She didn't need to ask the reason, though. She knew exactly why. She felt the same way. With another content sigh, she let her eyes droop closed and snuggled in closer to the warm, cyan chest. The earlier spurt of energy was fast leaving her, and soon she fell asleep after one of the most eventful days of her life.

Author's Notes:

What happens in the morning?
How much of a big sister is Rainbow Dash going to become?
What happens when Scootaloo returns Silver Spoon's cart?

To be honest, this story was going to be far longer, but I kinda ran out of steam around this part. I waited for maybe two weeks to get my wind back, but as it didn't, I decided this was a good spot to leave the story, as it serves as a nice springboard for future cloppery. If people like this, I'll write more after I finish up with Cadance In A Minor.

If you liked the fic, please, tell your friends to check it out. I wouldn't ask this normally, but because it's foalcon, people have a tendency to just blindly downvote without reading. Sure, if the downvotes are from crappy writing, I'll happily take them and be even happier to read comments and critique on the fic. The fact that I got my first 4 downvotes within ten minutes of publishing the fic makes me a little bit sad, because I know none of them read it.

I hope you enjoyed the fic!

Rainbow Dash, Chapter 1

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Rainbow Dash had woken up a few times during the night when the filly next to her fidgeted in her sleep. Dash had gotten so used to sleeping alone that the slightest noise or movement would always get her to flinch up slightly. It wasn't a bad feeling as such, she'd have to admit, and she always fell asleep again soon after. Once she'd just lain there for a while, looking at the ball of purple and orange curled up under one of her blue nap blankets. A tiny smile dance on Scootaloo's lips once in a while. She was clearly dreaming of something nice. Without realizing it, she stroked Scootaloo's mane a few times and tucked her better under the covers before her own eyes slowly drooped shut once more.

Not a bad feeling at all.

The loud thump still took her by surprise. She opened up her eyes to see Scootaloo frantically climbing to her feet on the floor next to the bed. When the filly saw Rainbow Dash had woken up, her eyes shot open in panic.

"Ohmygosh, Rainbow Dash! I didn't mean to wake you up! I'm sorry!" she bellowed out.

"You okay, Squirt?"

"Y-yeah! I'm okay! It's just that, umm..."

"Yes?"

"It's a... it's a Yellow Emergency!" Scootaloo said. She was dancing in place in clear discomfort.

"Oh," Rainbow Dash said, before the words sunk in. "Oh! Just go to the bathroom and take the side door."

Scootaloo nodded vigorously and dashed out, slamming the door to the bathroom shut behind her.

Rainbow Dash yawned and rolled over to take a look at the alarm clock on her bedside table. It was clearly morning, and quite a bit later than she'd thought. It was about an hour before she'd promised to drop Scootaloo back home. She sat up and stretched her hooves with another humongous yawn, before letting them fall limp against her sides.

There were no two ways about it. She'd beaten two kids severely because they'd bullied Scoots. She'd taken Scootaloo to her home and... had sex. Sex with a filly barely ten years old. It was a jail sentence for sure, probably exile. Adults touching kids was totally wrong and she knew it. She'd known the night before too, of course, but something had pushed her over that dangerous line. Sure, Rainbow Dash had made the filly promise she'd never tell a soul, even going so far as to make her "Sister Secret" swear on it.

There was also no denying it that it had been one of the best days of her life. Those two evil little bitches had had it coming for a long time, and if their folks didn't do their job, she would. With great enjoyment and glee, she had to admit. Seeing those two striped rumps and snot-covered faces on those two little fillies who tried to put on airs and act all high and mighty. There were limits to what you could do, and they'd hit that limit at full gallop and never slowed down. At least that Diamond Tiara. Seeing how Silver Spoon had acted, there might be hope for her.

And the part with Scootaloo? Well... they were honorary sisters now and stuff like that probably happened between sisters. Sometimes. Maybe? She looked at the ceiling and sighed once more. That was the problem, wasn't it? Sisters. Scootaloo'd kept calling her 'Sister' and 'Big Sis' all day long. For a moment there, she'd actually believed it, imagining herself to be the older sibling of the most awesome kid in the world. It had felt great to talk about all the girl stuff with her, the things Rainbow Dash had hoped for years for somepony to explain her. Not being confused and afraid of what your own body was doing, worrying if you were sick or just crazy. And when Scootaloo had asked Rainbow Dash to stay when she wanted to masturbate for the first time, her huge, pleading eyes full of uncertainty, Rainbow Dash'd given in. She'd done far more than just stayed to encourage the filly. Hay, she'd given her a full show-and-tell. That would probably been okay, right? No touching involved and Scootaloo had been the one to ask. How else was the kid going to learn if not from example, right? Just a big sis teaching her kid sis about her own body. It was almost like Sex Ed in school, right? But the thing after? She had to admit it was more complicated.

Bottom line was, she knew it was wrong. Absolutely undeniably wrong. It had also made Rainbow Dash hornier than a buffalo stampede. Scootaloo's soft, tiny butt, still probably hurting a lot from the switching she'd gotten from the bullies, presented to Rainbow Dash like a gift. The kid was sporty as hay, but there was still a good amount of childish plumpness to her rear. The shivers running down the filly's back when Rainbow Dash had touched her sweet little cunny for the first time. The taste on her tongue when she'd slipped it inside Scootaloo's slit, savouring every drop. And the noises Scootaloo made! She'd been screaming Rainbow Dash's name at the top of her tiny lungs as she was licked to her first orgasm. Scootaloo had fallen asleep soon after, completely spent, her legs still spread wide apart with her moist, glistening slit still in full view. Rainbow Dash had clopped to the sight again before falling asleep as well.

Just thinking about the little filly all splayed out for her to take was too much for her. Rainbow Dash's hoof shot to her own Happy Valley. She was rubbing furiously against her own privates, when the sound of the bathroom door creaking open jolted her back into reality. She casually moved her hoof from her slippery wet crotch, pretending nothing had been going on. "You all done there, Squirt?"

"Yes! I mean, no, I mean... I did use the toilet! I didn't do anything else!" Scootaloo explained. She was distinctly looking away from Rainbow Dash, her cheeks glowing red.

Rainbow Dash immediately caught on. She rolled onto her stomach to hide her own previous occupations, bringing her only a few inches from the filly on the floor. Her nose confirmed what she'd already been suspecting. "Really? You were in there for quite a while."

"I, uhh, yeah. All good! Just, you know, umm, thinking! Yeah! I was thinking on how plumbing works in cloud houses!" Scootaloo beamed at the nice save she'd thought up.

"Uh-huh," Rainbow Dash said, letting her prey feel safe before going in for the kill. "And you weren't just sitting on the can and wiping after a lot more than you needed to?"

Scootaloo's eyes shot wide from surprise. "How'd you know?", she asked. She then brought both of her forehooves to her mouth to try and grab the confession, even though it was too late.

"Gotcha." Rainbow Dash gave the filly a victorious grin. "Seems like a certain naughty filly was playing with herself just now." Her grin soon faded as Scootaloo's head slumped forward.

"I'm sorry."

Rainbow Dash reached under Scootaloo's chin and brought it up again. "Hey, Squirt, didn't I tell you it's okay? Your body, your rules, right?"

Scootaloo did keep her chin up, but she was still looking down. "But you said I was naughty."

"I..." Rainbow Dash started, but wasn't sure on how to continue. "I... didn't mean it as a bad thing. You just looked so guilty when you came out, that's all."

"Really?"

"Yeah, real—" Rainbow Dash was caught off guard as two orange hooves grabbed ahold of her neck in a tight hug. She felt Scootaloo's soft, warm cheek pressing against her own. After a short hesitation, she returned the gesture. Grabbing hold of the filly, she rolled over onto the bed, bringing her precious cargo with her.

The two self-adopted sisters lay on the bed, holding each other close, Scootaloo burying her head against Rainbow Dash's chest. It was a feeling like nothing Rainbow Dash had ever experienced. The sheer innocence and trust that was flowing from Scootaloo was overwhelming. It didn't last long, and Scootaloo soon rolled away and stood up on the bed.

"So what are we going to do?"

"Well..." Rainbow Dash said. She sat up on the bed as well. "Why don't you turn around and let me look at your butt?"

Scootaloo smirked and turned around, pushing her chest to the mattress, lifting her tail up, and spreading her legs. "Like this?"

"Yeah, I want to..." Rainbow Dash started, but couldn't continue. She was afforded a full view of Scootaloo's privates, from the still-damp slit to the tiny puckered hole right below her tail. Rainbow Dash remembered very distinctly she'd been interrupted just a short while ago, but pushed it aside the best she could. "...uh, check how bad the damage was from the switch. You can put your tail down.

"O... oh," Scootaloo muttered. Her tail dropping down lazily.

"It's not too bad really," Rainbow Dash said. She followed a few of the darker red welts with her hoof, making Scootaloo flinch slightly. "Still hurts I bet."

"Yeah. A bit," came the sullen answer.

"I really wish I'd had your coat when I was younger. You can't believe how long a spanking shows from a blue butt like mine." Rainbow Dash laughed at the memory. Scootaloo joined in half-heartedly.

Rainbow Dash turned Scootaloo around to face her. "Scoots, what's wrong?"

Scootalo looked away once more. "N-nothing. Really. It's just..."

After waiting for a moment for the filly to go on, Rainbow Dash said "Just what?"

Scootaloo shook her head. "I just thought we were going to do the thing we did last night."

"It felt that good, huh?" Rainbow Dash smiled. She pulled Scootaloo against her with a wing. "Scoots, yesterday was special, okay. It was about... well... teaching you stuff. Grown-ups really can't do stuff like that with kids."

"B-but why?" Scootaloo mumbled. "It wasn't a bad thing! You said it wasn't!"

"It's complicated," Rainbow Dash said. "You see... doing it once, just once was okay... but if we did it again, it'd be bad." She had to swallow, mostly to ease her nerves. "Real bad."

"But... but..." Scootaloo said.

Rainbow Dash could feel her sniffle a bit. She pulled the filly in tighter. "I know it sucks, but you really just gotta trust me on this."

Scootaloo remained silent for a moment, but then she nodded. "Okay."

"And you can't tell anypony about this. Nopony. Not even Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle."

Another short silence. "Okay."

"That's my little sis," Rainbow Dash said, ruffling Scootaloo's mane.

Those two magic words did the trick again, and Scootaloo soon turned around with a wide smile on her face, this time nodding more heartily. "I won't tell anypony, because we made the Sister Swear!"

Rainbow Dash smiled as well. "Right!" She gave a meaningful look at the clock on her bedside table. "Now get your butt into shower. I promised your dad to drop you off in half an hour."

Those magic words, on the other hoof, seemed to freeze Scootaloo in horror. "D-d-d-dad... What if he notices that I've gotten in trouble again? What if he... if he... finds out about the glass at school? I'll... I'll get the—"

Rainbow Dash held Scootaloo from both sides of the filly's face. "Listen here, Scoots. There's no way I'm going to let you get into trouble. I'll drop you home, maybe distract your dad a bit and that's it. You just hide in your room for today and those marks will probably be gone by tomorrow."

"Promise?"

"Promise," Rainbow Dash said, once again ruffling the filly's mane. "For now, there's a totally awesome cloud shower waiting for..."

Before she could even finish, the orange blur vanished through the door with a squee.

Rainbow Dash landed on the front lawn of Scootaloo's house. The filly hopped down, immediately turning her rump away in case her father was in the window for some reason.

It wasn't going to be an easy sell, Rainbow Dash had to admit. Hopefully the old man would be taking a nap or on the can or something and she and Scoots could just waltz on in. And if not, she had a lot of experience in fooling even the sharpest of dads. And she wasn't even drunk this time. Without another thought, she walked to the front door and pushed it open.

And froze. The door opened into the house's living room. Its centerpiece was a humongous arm chair, the kind where a smaller pony would sink into and need an airlift to get out. Unfortunately, it wasn't occupied by anything short of the giant stallion that was Ship Shape, the burly and muscular Pegasus that ran Ponyville's heavy transit company. He'd been reading a newspaper, but lowered it down to his lap. "Well good morning to the two of you." He glanced at the grandfather clock stood against the wall. "Cutting it a little close there, fillies," he said in a gruff morning voice.

Rainbow Dash buffed her chest and walked right at Ship Shape. "There's no way I'd be late for anything, Pops. Fastest flier in all of Equestria, right?" As she swaggered closer, he could smell the faint remnants of cheap cologne and traces of cider from the night before. He'd been out the night before and probably slept in judging by his rough voice. He seemed to have skipped shaving for a day or two, showing a dark brown stubble on his massive jaw.

"Pops, is it now?" he asked. He folded the newspaper very deliberately and leaned forward to look Rainbow Dash straight in the eyes. "You are standing in my house, so wouldn't 'Sir' be more appropriate?"

Despite her bravado, Rainbow Dash had to swallow under that unflinching glare. "S-sorry, Sir."

Ship Shape's eyes grew wide for a second before he burst out laughing. "Unbelievable. Rainbow Dash, the brashest filly in town acting all proper. Never thought I'd see the day." He continued to chuckle, a hearty, deep rumble.

Rainbow Dash could feel the relief wash over her. It didn't help her burning cheeks, though.

Without sparing her another moment, Ship Shaped turned to Scootaloo, who'd been trying to creep past them and up the stairs. "Hey, kiddo! Aren't you gonna give your 'Pops' a hug?"

Scootaloo jumped at least a foot in the air. She turned her rump out of view once again and backed into a wall. The touch on her sore bottom made her wince, but she covered it expertly into a confident grim. With only some hesitation she walked over to her father, who promptly grabbed her in a humongous bearhug.

There were some muffled sounds from underneath the massive hooves which enveloped the little filly. Finally Scootaloo's head popped out from underneath them with a sour expression, only to be rubbed against the unshaved cheek of her father.

Scootaloo tried to push him away with both forehooves. "Dad! You're embarrassing me!"

"As if I'd care," Ship Shape said and gave her another nuzzle.

"Daaaaaaad!" Scootaloo cried out. She was released shortly after and ended up sitting on her father's huge hindlegs.

"So how was training? Did you get off the ground?" he asked.

Scootaloo, her cheeks burning from embarrassment yet and all her chutzpah gone, looked over to Rainbow Dash hopefully.

"She'll get there!" Rainbow Dash said. She couldn't help but ruffle the little filly's already frazzled mane.

"You sure will," Ship Shape said. "Give it time and you'll beat me in a race any day."

Scootaloo was usually quite sore about the topic of flying, but this time she just beamed at them and nodded.

"Now off you go. You eaten lunch yet? I'll start cooking something up." He picked Scootaloo up from underneath her forelegs and dropped her gently onto the floor.

"Nope! I could eat a ton!" Scootaloo said. "Oh and thanks for flying me home, Rainbow Dash!"

"No prob. I couldn't just drop you off my porch now could I?"

Scootaloo giggled and turned without another thought to climb the stairs up to her room.

Rainbow Dash felt her heart sink as she saw Ship Shape look after Scootaloo, with an increasingly furrowed brow.

"Scootaloo," Ship Shape said. "Could you come back here for a moment?"

Scootaloo froze mid step, and immediately tried to cover her rear with her tail. It was too late, and she knew it. Slowly, like in slow-motion, she turned around, her eyes wide from horror. She took a few steps back.

"I asked you to come here, Scootaloo," Ship Shape said with a sterner voice. "Don't make me ask again."

Rainbow Dash felt her legs turn to pudding. Looking at Scootaloo lower her head and slowly walk to her father felt like someone dropped a lead weight on her heart. She wanted to say something, do something to stop the inevitable, but her mind went blank.

When Scootaloo got to the chair, Ship Shape got up and sat on the floor. Without another word, he turned the filly around and pushed her her tail to the side. Scootaloo couldn't even try to resist.

"Would either of you want to explain this to me?" Ship Shape asked in a low voice.

Scootaloo's jaw trembled as she tried to work out words. "Uhh, umm—"

"A training accident!" Rainbow Dash shouted, trying to push herself between father and daughter. "We had a..." Her explanation was cut short by the stern look she got from Ship Shape.

"Please don't treat me like an idiot. I know a switched bottom when I see one." He traced a hoof along one of the bruises on Scootaloo's rump. "Quite thoroughly it seems."

Neither of the fillies could bring themselves to say anything.

Ship Shape turned Scootaloo around to look her in the eyes. "Should I assume this has something to do with the broken window at the school yesterday?"

Scootaloo's mouth fell open in shock. "H-how'd you know about that?"

"I met Crystal Night yesterday. He told me he'd gotten an urgent call to the school because some foals had broken a window there." He turned to look at Scootaloo, who was whimpering quietly. "Was it you again?"

The question was blunt, the answer was already clear. Scootaloo nodded.

Ship Shape pulled Scootaloo closer and brushed her mane tenderly. "I'm happy you're being honest about it. I really am."

Scootaloo answered with a sniffle.

"That doesn't change the fact that I am very disappointed in you," Ship Shape's voice was low and cold. "Just last week you broke a window at the school, and now you go and do it again? Was it your scooter again as well?"

Another nod and a sniffle.

"We talked about this, Scoots. I told you it couldn't happen again. Ever. And only a week later and here we are."

"I'm sorry," came the quiet whimper from Scootaloo.

"I know you are, but that doesn't change the fact that you know what has to happen next."

Scootaloo tried to look up, but immediately lowered her head. "P-p-please, no, daddy..."

Ship Shape turned to Rainbow Dash. "Now, could you explain the switch marks on Scootaloo's bottom?"

Rainbow Dash had tried to think desperately for an excuse. She was usually really good at thinking on her hooves and adjusting to new situations, but right now, she once again, she was drawing a blank. All she could do was go with the obvious. "It was me."

"Really?" Ship Shape raised a curious eyebrow.

"Yeah," Rainbow Dash said. "I gave her the... the switching. She, umm, she told me she'd broken the window and was feeling really awful about it. She told me that if, err, you found out, she'd get the belt." Scootaloo let out another whimper and shivered. "I thought that, well, she did deserve it and, well, if you found out, you'd maybe not do it because she'd already gotten her punishment?" It wasn't the worst lie in the world. All in all, it was almost plausible.

"I... see," Ship Shape said, He slowly scratched his chin, the stubble making a rasping voice in the deadly quiet room. "I understand what you were trying to do, and if it was something else, I may have let it go at that. But Scootaloo promised me she'd never do it again, and she knew what would happen. I told her she would be getting my saddle belt on her bottom if she did, and I can't go back on my word."

"Wait, you can't be serious!" Rainbow Dash shouted. "She already got spanked yesterday! You can't give her another!"

Rainbow Dash knew she'd made a mistake the moment she saw his expression. "Miss Rainbow Dash, you are a guest in my house. This is a family matter, and you have no say in it. You've already done enough as is."

"I... I..." Rainbow Dash stammered, but couldn't find any more words.

Ship Shape turned to Scootaloo. "Go to my room and stand in the corner. You know which one. I'll have a little talk with Miss Rainbow Dash here, and then I'll come upstairs and we'll take care of this."

Scootaloo didn't move. She grabbed onto her father's forehoof. "Please no! Please! Daddy! I promise it'll never happen again! I'm sorry! I'm so so so so sorry!"

"Scootaloo," Ship Shape said in a stern voice. "You will go to my room and stand in the corner, or I will take you there myself."

Scootaloo clung onto him even tighter, sobbing her apologies and begging for mercy over and over again.

Rainbow Dash could see Ship Shape's expression. His jaw was trembling too. At first she thought it was from anger, that he was going burst out into rage at any moment. But he didn't. Finally Rainbow Dash understood what it was. Sadness. Deep sadness and disappointment in Scootaloo, and probably in herself as well.

"Scootaloo, this is your last chance, Go upstairs. Now," Ship Shape said, never raising his voice. When Scootaloo didn't move, he took a deep breath, and sighed. "I'm sorry, but you leave me no other choice." His hoof went to Scootaloo's ear, and took it in a tight grasp.

"Owww! Daddy! Please no!" Scootaloo yelled as she was yanked upright from her ear.

Ship Shape looked at Rainbow Dash. "Don't go anywhere." Without another word, he got up from the floor and started walking for the stairs, pulling Scootaloo behind him by the ear.

"Pleaase! Lemme go! I'll go! I'll walk there myself! Please let me go!" Scootaloo begged amidst her tears, but it was too late. Ship Shape walked up the stairs quietly, Scootaloo clumsily hobbling after him, trying to move as fast as she could to ease the pain in her ear. A moment later a door opened upstairs, and then closed. Scootaloo's shouts became muffled.

Rainbow Dash's hooves shook. She was thinking of charging upstairs and beating the ever-living whatever out of Scootaloo's father. She knew exactly how awful Scootaloo''d been treated the day before. There was no way she could let this happen. But... yet, she couldn't bring herself to move. There was something she'd seen in Ship Shape's eyes that had been almost as painful as Scootaloo's desperate cries. He didn't want to do this, but he was stuck as well. Maybe if she could convince him not to. There was still a slim chance, wasn't there?

The door upstairs opened and closed again, and Ship Shape walked back down. Without another word, he walked to the small bar cabinet in the corner and picked out two bottles of cider. He popped them open and walked back to Rainbow Dash, handing her one of them.

Rainbow Dash looked at the bottle as if it was a weird exotic snake that had just slithered up her hoof. "What's this?"

Ship Shape sat back into his huge chair. "It's a cider. Drink up."

"No, I mean, what is this? You think I'm gonna just sit here and let you—"

"Please. Take a drink, and then tell me what really happened yesterday."

"I... what?" Rainbow Dash shook her head. "Whaddya mean? I told you what happened. Scootaloo—"

"I am really disappointed in you, Miss Rainbow Dash. When I heard that Scootaloo liked you and wanted to spend time with you, I never expected you to be such a liar. This is the third time you've tried to do it to me just today."

"But..." Rainbow Dash started, but fell silent.

"Look, I know one thing for sure. You would never hit Scootaloo. I know how she looks at you and I know how much you care about her too. So why don't you cut this bullshit and finally tell me what really happened."

"But you just took Scootaloo upstairs! She's waiting for her spanking there!"

Ship Shape shook his head. "A sore ear and a little corner time is the least Scoots deserves for lying to me. I'm tempted to wash her mouth out with soap too." He took a sip from his cider, then looked a her dead in the eyes. "Now out with it."

Rainbow Dash looked at her drink, then took a deep swing, feeling the sweet liquid roll down her throat. "I promised her I wouldn't tell. I keep my promises."

There was a short silence in the room, as they both looked at each other, neither willing to look away. Ship Shape turned away first to look at his bottle. "I respect that. That's the reason why I let Scootaloo be around you. You promised that you'd take her under your wing and take care of her, and I believe you." He took a long draw from his drink. "But you must understand, Rainbow Dash, that this is my daughter we are talking about. I need to know what is going on so I don't do a big mistake. It's easy to see that Scoots has been through a lot already, so I'm asking this as a parent: Please tell me what happened."

Rainbow Dash felt a lump grow in her throat. She really wanted to tell him, to get it off of her chest and get Scootaloo off the hook. "If I tell you, how could Scoots ever trust me after that again?"

"Well..." Ship Shape leaned back on his chair. "If it's at all possible, I'll try to keep your secret. But I can't make promises."

A long time went by before Rainbow Dash nodded. She took another long swing from her bottle, then told him everything. Everything from the moment she'd heard Scootaloo screaming from the Crusader's Clubhouse, to the moment she and Scootaloo flew to her house. Her bottle was empty by the time she was finished.

"So let me get this straight. The two bullies actually extorted my kid for breaking the window, beat her up, and then you beat them up in turn?"

Rainbow Dash nodded. "Pretty much yeah."

"Unbelievable," Ship Shape said and shook his head. "I mean I trust your story, but I didn't know things had gotten that bad with the bullies. I've talked to her teacher about it and I thought things were actually getting better." He sighed. "I never expected something like this."

"If it helps, I beat the two real good, and I don't think they'll bother Scoots for a long time," Rainbow Dash said with a wicked grin.

"I know they deserved a severe punishment, but I can't have Scootaloo think that beating ponies up is the right way to solve things."

The grin vanished from Rainbow Dash's face. "Uhh... yeah. I guess."

"If you hadn't taken matters into your own hooves, I could have contacted the authorities. The way things should be handled."

"But then Scootaloo would have gotten into trouble too," Rainbow Dash said.

Ship Shape shook his head again. "You mean with me? Like what's happened right now?"

"I, uhh, didn't think about it like that."

"The fact is, Scoots is a good kid, but she's really reckless. Spending time with you hasn't helped things either. But I've let it pass, because she needs someone other than me to look out for her. A 'big sister' like she keeps calling you. It's done a lot of good to her. But I need to make sure she doesn't hurt herself or get into trouble. That's why I've been really strict with her."

"I get it."

"I really thought threatening her with the belt would be enough. And now I'm stuck with her crying her eyes out upstairs, waiting for me to give her another spanking that she doesn't deserve after what happened yesterday."

Rainbow Dash shrugged. "Then don't?"

"It doesn't work like that. If I let this slide, she'll keep doing stupid things without thinking of the consequences. And if I don't, she'll know you convinced me not to."

"And she'd figure out I told you what happened and not trust me again."

"Yes." Ship Shape finished his own bottle as well. "And now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to have to go through with something that I really don't want to do. So... please show yourself out."

"I... no," Rainbow Dash said.

"I don't think you heard me right. Please show yourself out."

Rainbow Dash shook her head. "I heard what you're said, but no. You see I... I promised her I wouldn't let her get the belt, so I can't back away either."

Ship Shape slammed his bottle onto the table, making Rainbow Dash flinch. "You don't have any say in the matter! This is between me and my daughter! I know your heart is in the right place, but I've made my decision. Scootaloo won't like it, I don't like it, but it's what has to happen."

Rainbow Dash unfurled her wings "Hay, no!" She jumped between the stairs and Ship Shape.

He rose up from his seat and walked over to Rainbow Dash. His giant frame was silhouetted against the bright light from the window behind him. "Move out of the way."

Rainbow Dash had to take a step back. She thought of just tackling Ship Shape, but she knew that was beyond stupid, even for her. In front of that massive stallion, she once again felt like a tiny, helpless filly.

And that finally gave her probably the stupidest idea she'd had in her life. "I'll... take it."

Ship Shaped stopped halfway up the stairs. "You what?"

"I told Scoots that she wouldn't get into any more trouble, and if it means taking the punishment for her, I'll do it."

"You'd..." Ship Shake shook his head, mostly to clear the confusion. "...what?"

"You told me yourself; If I'd just taken her away and we'd gone to the authorities, everything would have turned out okay. But now we're stuck. If anyone deserves to get into trouble, it's me. So yeah, I'll do it. I'll take the spanking, the belt, anything you can throw at me!"

Ship Shape tried to catch up to Rainbow Dash's logic. "That way Scootaloo wouldn't have to know that you told me what really happened either?"

Rainbow Dash hadn't actually even thought of that, but nodded even more vigorously. "That too."

"Well that sure is an idea." Ship Shape sat down on one of the stairs. "I didn't expect something like this from you."

"So we good?" Rainbow Dash asked.

Ship Shape looked Rainbow Dash straight in the eyes, not saying a word.

She never flinched.

He gave a long sigh, probably of relief, Rainbow Dash thought, and nodded. "We'll do it."

"Yes!" Rainbow Dash shouted, pumping her forehoof in the air.

There was a glimmer of amusement in Ship Shape's eyes as he added. "I didn't think you'd be that happy to be over my lap getting the spanking of your life in a few minutes."

Rainbow Dash froze. The reality of the situation crashed in along with Ship Shape's chuckles.

Crap

Rainbow Dash, Chapter 2

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Rainbow Dash was sweating. Not the good kind you got from heavy exercise. No, this was the kind that covered you from head to hoof in a cold, clammy cover. The kind that you were bathed in when you woke up from a terrible nightmare. Except hers was just about to begin.

"Wait, whaddya mean 'worst s-spanking of my life?'"

"Exactly that. You just landed yourself a good, long, bottom-warming over my lap."

Rainbow Dash shook her head. "H-hey. Haha. Very funny. Got me going there for a while. This is just for show, right? You know, to make Scoots think I'm taking it for her? Right?"

Ship Shape gave her a meaningful smile. "Oh, you will be taking it for her, alright." He nodded for the door to his bedroom. "Now, go and tell Scootaloo what'll happen and then..." His smile turned into a full-out grin. "...take her place in the corner."

Rainbow Dash gawked at him "Cornertime?" she squeaked, "but... I... just the spanking I—"

"Would you like me to drag you there by the ear?"

"No! I'm going!" Rainbow Dash shouted, willing her shaky legs to move up the stairs. As she passed Ship Shape by, a sudden painful jolt went through her hindquarters accompanied by a loud smack. She jumped the last few steps to the second floor and turned to give him a murderous glare, only slightly mitigated by her forehooves furiously rubbing her rear. "Hey!"

"Just a little taste of what's coming your way." Ship Shape still had that malicious grin on his face. "Now go on, tell Scootaloo what's going on. I'll be with you in a moment." Without another word, he walked downstairs.

Rainbow Dash was left rubbing her rear-end in front of the bedroom door. That one single smack had hurt far more than it should have. Far more than she remembered they should have. It hadn't been for show, but a legit, actual smack. Ohmigosh he's serious about this and I'm actually gonna get a real spanking and it's gonna SUCK! She could hardly lift her hoof up to open the door.

Scootaloo was standing in the corner opposite the room from her. She had her forehooves against the wall and was holding her head between them. As she heard the door open, her wings gave a nervous flutter and she clenched her buttocks instinctively.

Looking at the filly, Rainbow Dash didn't think she'd ever seen her so vulnerable. Even yesterday there had been some spark left in her against the bullies. But now? This was a kid caught up in a grown-up world. Just a tiny little filly. The sight finally gave Rainbow Dash enough strength to step inside. Sure, the spanking would probably be horrible, but at least Scootaloo would be okay, and that was the important thing.

"Hey," Rainbow Dash said in a quiet voice.

Scootaloo's ears perked up, but she remained still.

"I know the rules. No moving and no talking, right?"

The filly shivered, almost turning around, but catching herself at the last moment.

"It's okay, Squirt. You can stop now."

"R-really?" Scootaloo whispered, still too afraid to turn around from the corner.

"Really. You're off the hook."

Scootaloo didn't say anything. She just rushed to Rainbow Dash and took her in a tight hug. She tried to say something, but it only came out as a blurble sobs and hiccups.

"There you go. Let it all out. No spankings for you today."

Scootaloo kept bawling agaist Rainbow Dash's chest, the warm dampness of her tears covering her coat. After a long time, the filly finally started to calm down. "How?" she finally got out.

"Well, we had a long talk with your old man and—"

The door opened behind them.

"Didn't I tell you to go to the corner?" Ship Shape asked in a stern voice.

Scootaloo was almost in tears already. "But Rainbow Dash said—"

"Relax, Scoots. He's talking about me." Rainbow Dash pulled Scootaloo's hooves from around her neck gently.

Scootaloo could only stare at her with a slack jaw.

"You see... me and your dad talked about it and, well, I convinced him not to give you a spanking, because I'm going to take it for you," Rainbow Dash said. She was surprised that her voice sounded so level, even though her mind was racing with confused feelings of pride and horror.

Scootaloo's mouth tried to form words that wouldn't come to her. She looked from Rainbow Dash to Ship Shape, then back again.

Rainbow Dash stood up and walked for the corner. There were small damp patches around her eye level where Scootaloo had been standing on her hindlegs a moment ago.

"Before you start," Ship Shape said, "Scootaloo, would you show her the belt?"

Scootaloo had been staring incredulously at the surreal sight of Rainbow Dash, her idol, walking calmly to do cornertime. When she heard the word 'belt', however, her mouth finally started working. "Dad! You can't use the belt on her!"

Ship Shape looked at both the fillies, but then shook his head. "I can, and I will. That's the deal we made. You don't get the belt, but she does."

"But dad, you can't! It's Rainbow Dash, dad, Rainbow Dash!"

"Listen, Scoots," Ship Shape said. "Outside she might be an ace flier, but here, under my roof..." he turned to look at Rainbow Dash "...she is just another filly about to get a spanking that I imagine has been long time coming." He turned back to Scootaloo. "Now, the belt."

Scootaloo looked hesitantly at both the grown-ups in the room, but then she wiped the few stray tears from her face and walked to a nearby cabinet. Pulling it open, there was no missing the object in question hanging from inside the door.

Rainbow Dash's heart sank in horror as she saw the long and wide workbelt. Bound from some heavy plant fibers, it had been worn from long use and hard work, its edges frayed from stress. She could hardly believe that Ship Shape would ever have used it on his daughter, but after talking with him, she was pretty sure he'd used it as more to scare her than to do actual damage. Which probably wouldn't be the case for herself.

"I'm going to take Scootaloo to her room and have a little talk with her. Meanwhile, think hard on the belt and turn to the corner, Miss Dash. "

As if he'd had to tell her. Every single thought in her head was now centered around that thing. Rainbow Dash tried to steady herself with a long breath, but it did little. She lifted her forehooves up onto the wall, standing only on her hind legs, just like Scootaloo had done when she'd entered the room. She pushed her muzzle against the corner.

Cornertime. She was doing cornertime. A grown-up pony, Element of Loyalty, the pony who'd fought against dragons and ancient evils, was doing cornertime and was soon going to get a spanking from that crazy big belt. If it wasn't happening to her right now, she wouldn't have believed it. It was hard to breathe in the corner, just like she remembered. Her dad had let her stand on all fours, just having her hold her face against the corner. This was far worse. All the memories of her own dad calling her over his lap, the shame, the pain... it was all coming back to her, and she was becoming that little filly again.

The wait. She could have said it was the worst part, except she knew the worst was yet to come. That didn't make it any easier. Her back was arched in a weird posture and having her muzzle pushed against the wall made it impossible to breathe through her nose. Her mouth hung open to allow her to breath, feeling the moisture from her own breath turn her face damp.

Rainbow Dash wasn't sure how long it had been. Probably just a few minutes. Her own dad wasn't that much into corner time, usually just making her wait until he got things ready and cooled down a bit. Apparently it was the same with Ship Shape. The door opened behind her, then the bed creaked as he sat down.

"You can come over now. And bring the belt," he said.

Rainbow Dash dropped down from the corner and shook her head. She saw the heavy belt hanging from the cabinet door only a few feet away, but the way there felt like a mile. She picked it up with her mouth, almost dropping it from the weight. It was rough and coarse, the surface feeling almost like sandpaper from the woven strings. It was meant for carrying heavy tools, not for show. It wasn't the kind of belt that was worn against the skin, but over a thick cover so it wouldn't bite into your skin. Except there would be no protection for her. Her butt clenched from the thought. She carried it to the bed and set it down next to Ship Shape. "So, uhh, we're r-really gonna do this?" She asked..

"I'm afraid so," Ship Shape said. "Now get into position." He patted her lap for emphasis.

"Couldn't I just lean on the bed or something?"

She had fast reflexes, but she never saw the hoof before it grabbed her by the ear. Ship Shape pulled her very un-gently over his lap, and she had to clamber over the two tree-trunk like hind legs just to avoid the pain. "Oww! Hey, you didn't need to do that!" she shouted at the floor in front of her.

Ship Shape gave her a sharp smack on her rump, immediately silencing her.

"Let me make myself clear. When I tell you to do something, you do it with no backtalk". His hoof stayed on her rump, giving it a few casual rubs on the spot where he'd just landed his hoof.

"O-okay. Got it," she said. All she could see was the soft brown carpet on the floor. After giving her ear a small shake to see if it was still attached, she tried to prop her forehooves on the floor. To her horror, she couldn't reach that far. It was only now that the sheer size of Ship Shape finally started to sink in. Her own father was a fit stallion, but like most pegasi in their family, was built more for speed than strength. That wasn't the case with the burly workpony. She really was just a little filly compared to him.

Ship Shape's other massive hoof pulled her tail up against her back and pushed it down on her back, pinning her helplessly against his legs. She was now left without her last protection. "You've been spanked before?" he asked matter of factly.

"Yes," Rainbow Dash answered. She tried to move her hips and stomach to a more comfortable position. to no avail.

Ship Shape's hoof kept making the rounds on Rainbow Dash's rump, preparing it for what was to come. She might have enjoyed a stallion's touch there any other time, but now it only reminded her of how sore her bottom was going to get.

"Gotten the belt before?" Ship Shape asked.

Some of the most painful lessons from her life danced at the periphery of her memory. "Y-yes."

"That's what I thought. At least you know what to expect." He took a pause just long enough for Rainbow Dash to remember just how bad the belt had hurt. She tried to take a deep breath to steady herself, but it was hard to breathe when her own body weight was pushing down on her chest.

"When was the last time you were spanked?"

It had been the question Rainbow Dash had hoped wouldn't get asked. "About, umm, three years."

Ship Shape's hoof stopped its motion on her rump. The incredulousness was clear in Ship Shape's voice. "Three years?"

"Yeah."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty soon."

"You aren't even of age to drink hard cider?"

Rainbow Dash didn't answer, but she did feel the shame burning on her face. Ponies often thought she was older because she was the weather leader of Ponyville, but she'd actually started working on weather as soon as she'd moved there. At the age of—

"Sixteen? You were sixteen when you got your last spanking, is that right?"

"Y-yeah. Dad gave me one the day I left home. For... all the stuff I was going to eventually mess up."

"Well then you're more of a filly than I thought. Maybe this is something you've actually had coming. Do you think you've 'messed up' bad enough to deserve a spanking?"

Being reminded of exactly how young she actually was, Rainbow Dash stopped to actually think about the question. Sure, she'd done a lot of things in the past three years that she wasn't proud of and somehow never gotten into trouble for. Breaking into the hospital, all the pranks she'd pulled with Pinkie Pie, all the times she'd messed up Twilight Sparkle's library with a crash landing, several other things as well. Something about her precarious position brought out the honesty in her. Lying didn't feel right when your rump was aimed at the ceiling, and there sure wasn't any denying what her own dad would have done if he'd found out. "Y-yes," she said in a very quiet voice. For some reason, her eyes were burning.

"I... honestly didn't think you'd say that," Ship Shape said. "Well then, at least I know I don't have to go easy on you." He patted Rainbow Dash's bottom. "As if that was going to happen anyway." There was a short pause. "You were honest with me, so I'll be honest with you. After all the things you've done, all the trouble you've caused me both directly and indirectly, I've actually wanted to put you over my lap for a good, long spanking."

Rainbow Dash was flabbergasted. He was angry with her? Like really angry and not just doing this for show? "What? I... thought—"

"No, you didn't. That's pretty much what you do, isn't it? "Not think? Act without thinking of the consequences, and drag Scootaloo along to try and make her follow in your hoofsteps. And here you are, offering to take one for my daughter. Probably the first respectable thing I've ever seen you do. So if you had any thoughts that this would be some kind of show we're putting on for Scootaloo, you can be sure that this will be a very real, very hard, spanking."

The anticipation inside Rainbow Dash's chest was quickly turning to horror. "W-wait... What? But I thought... I... but..."

"Now let's get this over with. I'm going to start with with my hoof to warm you up, then I'm going to use the belt. You're free to kick and make as much noise as you want, but don't try to cover yourself up or escape. Things will get far worse if you do. Got it?"

Rainbow Dash couldn't answer immediately, the huge lump in her throat making it impossible to speak. A powerful smack landed on her rump, jolting her forward. This was going to be it then, she thought. But the next hit didn't land.

"I asked you a question."

That immediately freed up Rainbow Dash's vocal cords. "Sorry! Yeah! I got it!" she exclaimed, only slightly surprised that she'd apologized for such a small thing. "Couldn't we talk this over or something?"

"No. Now get ready."

Rainbow Dash grit her teeth and clenched her buttocks in anticipation of the first actual blow. If she thought of this as a challenge, she could try and play it cool, like she always did. And Scootaloo was in her room, on the other side of the wall. She'd hear everything, and she couldn't let her number one fan think she was weak or anything. She had to admit that if the few smacks she'd already gotten were any indication, she'd have to do her best not to lose that composure. Yelling out would be like losing, and she hated losing.

Ship Shape's hoof landed onto her rump, and she knew he'd been holding back before. Her whole body lurched forward, before returning back to its original position. It took maybe a second for the pain to fully register, shooting through her whole body and forcing her to inhale deeply through her grit teeth.

The second spank was at least as bad, as were the next five to follow. Rainbow Dash had to use all of her willpower just not yell out from the pain. By somewhere around the tenth, that became impossible.

"Ahh!" she shouted as another hit landed, this time on the more tender part on her upper thigh. "Oww! Owww! Ahhh!" She yelped, her rump feeling like it was slowly being set on fire. The smacks didn't ease up for even just a second to give her a breather, instead coming at a steady pace, meticulously covering every inch of her rear.

"Aaaah! Owwowowowowww!" Rainbow Dash had lost all thoughts of trying to keep cool. She kicked both of her hind legs back, but only found air. She tried to flail around with her forehooves, but there was nothing for her to hold onto. Even the cover of the bed was too slippery for her to try and grip onto. "AAAAH! Okay! Okay! I got it! Yeah! I've been bad and stuff, okay! You can stop now!"

There was actually a sudden pause in the smacks, and Rainbow Dash's heart jumped of joy... only to be crushed by a chuckle. "Stop? We're only getting started."

"No! No no nooowwww! OWWW!" was all Rainbow Dash could yell when the spanking continued with renewed vigor. She kept shouting even harder, just to try and make the pain ease even a little. "Owwww! Owwww!" The spanks landed, rocking her body back and forth at a slowly increasing pace.

Rainbow Dash couldn't take any more. Her forehoof shot back to cover her rear. It did have an effect, all right, but exactly the opposite she'd been hoping for. A strong hoof grabbed her own and pinned it against her back together with her tail. The following smacks landed right on the sore spot once again, every smack coming at full force.

"I! Told! You! Not! To! Cover! Your! Self!" Ship Shape said between smacks.

Rainbow Dash's hind legs were flailing around in the air now, but once again they only met with air. "Sorry! Sorry! I won't do it again! I won't try to cover my—AHHHH!—myself again! Please just aaaahhhhHHHH! Stop! Please stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

That was it for Rainbow Dash. The burning in her eyes finally turned into tears, blurring her vision. Her nose was full of snot, making her take her breaths in gasps through her mouth. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she kept repeating. There was no Rainbow Dash, the most amazing flyer in Equestria, idol to the masses, Iron Pony, future Wonderbolt, or anything of the sort. There was only Rainbow Dash, the little filly on her dad's lap, getting a spanking she'd sorely been needing for way too long. There were no fan clubs, no adoring foals asking for her autographs, no friends patting her back on a job well done. There was only a burning rump, kicks and screams, tears and begging.

"Please please please stop! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorryyyy! Owwwww! AAAAHHH! OWWW!" she kept yelling, but the smacks didn't show any signs of stopping. Finally one of her ragged grasps turned into her first, huge, sob, soon followed by another. "Please! *sob* I can't take any more! Please! Pleheheaase! Owwww! *sob* OWWWW!"

"You come to MY house!" Ship Shape shouted over the crying Rainbow Dash. "You lie to MY face! You take matters into your own hooves! You don't think of any of the repercussions!"

"I'm sorry! *sob* I'm sorry! I didn't mean for stuff to go wrong! I'm sorry! Please! *sob* Please stop!"

"You drag my daughter on your crazy adventures! You egg her on to be even more reckless! You're the reason I've had to pay for broken windows! For fixing scooter holes on the walls of my house!"

"I'm sorryyooowwwwWWW *sob* OWOWOWOWOW!" Rainbow Dash shouted as another volley landed all over her thighs.

"I want to believe you, but I really have to get through that thick head of yours. And I'm going to get there through your bottom."

It felt like there had been one more gear that Ship Shape had been keeping in check. The smacks started landing at full speed, with barely any time between each one landing all over Rainbow Dash's hindquarters. "AAAHHH! AAAAAAH! PLEASE! NO MORE! NOOO! NOOOOO!" That was when Rainbow Dash broke down. There were no more words to her pleading, only screaming at the top of her lungs. She was a little naughty filly, taking the punishment she knew she deserved. She'd done bad things and it was all her fault. Her chest hurt with every gasp of air she took, but she couldn't stop screaming. Her face was running with hot tears and covered in snot, but she didn't even notice.

And then the spanks stopped. It took Rainbow Dash a long time to catch her breath. Her throat was sore from screaming. Her tail had been released from it's pin on her back, and the rough hooves that had earlier caused her so much pain were now gently stroking her, one on her lower back, another on her mane. She kept sobbing and hiccuping, but also felt the huge warmth radiating from the legs underneath her chest.

After probably several minutes, Ship Shape finally talked. "Would you like to say something?"

There was only one thing Rainbow Dash could say. It came from the bottom of her heart. "I'm sorry I've been bad. I'm so sorry. I... I promise to try and be better and not mess things up."

"I believe you," he said. The stroking continued for a little while longer, but then abruptly stopped. "You know we aren't finished yet. I still have to give you the belt."

Rainbow Dash was about to object, but to her surprise, she just said. "Okay."

Two strong hooves grabbed her around her waist and lifted her up from the warm lap. Her tail brushing against her bottom made her freeze as another jolt of pain shot through her. It reminded her that there were things even worse than the spanking she'd just gotten. There was a pillow set on the edge of the bed, where Ship Shape positioned her stomac. Her hindhooves brushed against the ground for the first time in what seemed forever, but they were still just high enough not to touch properly. There was no ceremony, no more words. The whish of the belt was the only warning she got before the pain she'd felt returned thousandfold. All four of her legs kicked out, and she shrieked. The tears came back when the second strike from the belt hit. The third time she could barely think any more, only scream. Again and again the belt landed, and Rainbow Dash knew it would keep on coming, and there was nothing she could do about it, but let it all out. All the bad things she'd done, everything from the smallest of pranks to the dumbest of her stunts came out in a long wail.

As soon as it had begun, the belting ended. Rainbow Dash's bottom was burning, but it was nothing compared to how defeated, how helpless she felt. Once more she was lifted up from the bed, but this time she wasn't put down. Instead she found herself in a warm, tight embrace, held against Ship Shape's chest. She was seated on her lap, chest against chest, her hind legs on either side of the massive stomach of the pony who'd just taken him through the worst spanking of her life. She broke in tears again.

"Let it all out, kiddo." Those strong hooves once again stroked her mane. "It's over now. You got ten of the best and that's what you deserved. No more."

Rainbow Dash couldn't say anything. She just clung to the stallion in kind, hugging her with all her might. They stayed that way for the longest time, her crying against his chest, him not moving, only whispering tender words of encouragement to her ear. She felt warm, and... safe? She thought it was probably the stupidest feeling she'd ever had, but she was safe in those strong arms. There was still a pony that cared enough about her to get angry with her and put limits to her. She'd needed this, and she'd deserved this. For the first time in years, there was someone who would tell her 'no'.

She missed her dad, promising herself to go visit him as soon as possible.

Rainbow Dash hugged Ship Shape even harder, and muttered in an almost childish voice, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he said. "You're a good filly. I think you'd just gotten a bit lost and needed to be put back on track."

"Yeah," Rainbow Dash said.

After a short silence, Ship Shape cleared his throat. "Listen, kid... I didn't think you'd go through with this. Or even suggest it to start with. You took a spanking for my little girl, and, well, that means a lot to me. It does. And you got the punishment you deserved as well. As far as I'm concerned, you've got a clean slate."

Rainbow Dash let out the sigh she hadn't noticed she was holding back. Her breathing had calmed down, her body shivering slightly as the adrenaline was leaving her body.

"It seems Scootaloo really has a big sister now," he continued. "But no calling me 'daddy' or anything, you got that?"

"Heh, deal," Rainbow Dash answered. Ship Shape didn't see the wide happy smile on her face, or the new hot drops under her eyes.

"And if you ever need another visit over my lap, whether by your own choice, or if I think you need one, you'll get what you deserve."

Rainbow Dash clenched her bottom by instinct, but just as soon relaxed it as she understood his words. He wasn't telling her he'd be there to beat her to tears. He told her he'd be there for her, to set limits for her, and be the pony to tell he 'no' when she needed it. Not as her dad, but... as a friend maybe? He'd be... an older, male friend who'd give her rump a tanning? Well, whatever he was, after what had happened lately, she'd have to admit she needed someone like him in her life. Maybe... just maybe hang out at Scootaloo's house and have dinner some day? The thought filled her with warmth.

"I think I'd like that," Rainbow Dash said.

"You got it, kiddo."

They held each other for a while longer, before Ship Shape's forehooves loosened aroud her body. Rainbow Dash clung onto her tighter. "Please... not yet," she said.

"Shh. I'm not going anywhere," Ship Shape said. His hooves slowly traveled down Rainbow Dash's body to her exposed bottom. A sharp pain made her body twitch, but the touch was gentle. Those rough unshorn hooves started to gently stroke her rear, gently soothing the hurt away. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling, the pain slowly ebbing away into the warmth and safety she was blanketed in.

The hooves worked their magic, stroking and rubbing. Rainbow Dash was in the perfect position, her legs splayed wide open and in easy reach for him. He went all over her bottom, her thighs, from the innermost rim of her spread crack to the farthest reach close her hip. The shivers of pain were slowly being replaced with waves of pleasure, and Rainbow Dash sat down even lower to allow the hooves more room to work.

"Does it hurt?" Ship Shape asked in a low voice.

"Nu-uh. Don't stop."

He didn't. He kept on his work, stroking and rubbing all over her. Because of her splayed posture, his hooves stroked against her puckered butthole, and once or twice to Rainbow Dash's surprise and insane pleasure, against the very sides of her slit. The briefest touch made her heart pound faster in her chest, and the very familiar burning started to grow at the bottom of her stomach. The realization that he was in a completely vulnerable position, her own nethers mere inches away from his stallionhood, sent a tiny shiver through her body. Without thinking, she opened her legs as wide as they would go, thankful for all the stretching she'd done every day after exercise.

To her great surprise, she felt something hard brush against the crack between her buttocks. Ship Shape's hooves froze on her bottom. There was no question on what was poking against her crotch.

"I, umm, uhh, that is..." he stammered out.

Rainbow Dash didn't have to think for long, her body already answering with a pleasurable wave of warmth traveling through it. Her slit also spoke volumes, sending a hot drop sliding down, tickling all the way through her crack, then falling onto his erect shaft. "Shh. Didn't I tell you not to stop?"

"But this is..."

"Keep on going," Rainbow Dash said. She lowered her slit against his shaft and rubbed against it. The sharp intake of air next to her ear told everything she needed to know about where things were going from here. Her own hooves traveled upwards to pull Ship Shape's head down and his mouth against his. Their lips locked in a slow, peaceful kiss. There was something unhurried about what Ship Shape did with his mouth. It was a long, soft, tender kiss, something Rainbow Dash had never encountered from a stallion. Most of them just wanted to trade some spit before getting down to nasty, but not him. His mouth tasted of the cider from before, sweet with a taste of fruit. His hooves moved up from her rear to instead stroke her hips. Every now and again, Rainbow Dash could feel his hardness twitch against her own slit. Their kiss lasted for a moment longer, until they had to break for air.

"This is... it's been such a long time," Ship Shape said.

Rainbow Dash nuzzled him from underneath his chin. "Same."

"But after what we just did..."

"Doesn't matter. I needed that, but I need this a lot too."

They shared another long kiss, their tongues dancing and wrestling against each other. Just like the one before, it was gentle, relaxed, unhurried, with all the time in the world. Both their forehooves followed each other's bodies, touching everywhere they could reach. When they finished, she gave him a short peck on her unshaved chin.

"Scootaloo..." Ship Shape said.

The thought of the orange filly flashed in Rainbow Dash's mind, as well as what they'd done the day before. And the lessons she'd given her. She froze for a moment, but her body told her mind to go sit in the corner and shut up. It was time for her to perform the things she'd taught in practice, but this time on an advance course.

"She's in her room, probably still holding her hooves to her ears or something," Rainbow Dash said.

"Well..." Ship Shape could hardly argue against the needs of his own body. His shaft twitched up and slapped Rainbow Dash right along her slit. A smile grew on her face, turning into a half-grin. "Do you know that at least half the stallions in Ponyville would do anything to be me right now?"

Rainbow Dash giggled, both from slight nervousness, and the idea she'd just gotten. "Well, sucks for them." She pushed himself back from Ship Shape, moving down his body, making sure to run her throbbing slit against his shaft as far as possible. "Speaking of which..."

She landed on the floor, immediately shooting back up with a yelp as her hind legs pushed against her sore rump. She tried to pay the pain no heed and forced herself down, feelings as if she was driving two hot pokers into her bottom. Now properly on the floor, the sight in front of her soon took all of her attention. The throbbing hard dick of Ship Shape, glistening from her own juice from before, a drop of precum hanging like a treat just waiting for her. His was a thick rod, not too long, but wider than she'd ever seen. It was probably way too large for what she had in mind, but she wouldn't back away from a challenge! After a short hesitation, she extended her tongue out and gave the tip a lick. The salty taste of a sweaty, unwashed dick danced on her tongue, mixing with the pearl of precum. She rolled her tongue inside her mouth to savour the taste, surprised that it wasn't putting her off. Her wings were growing wide on her back, her arousal clear for Ship Shape to see. She gave the tip a few more rapid licks, never the one to go slow.

"Mmmhh!" Ship Shape grunted. He pushed himself a bit forward, aiming his cock lower for Rainbow Dash to reach.

Her hooves circled around the hard member, pulling it towards her mouth. She gave it a few more licks, garnering her another approving grunt from Ship Shape. Despite all of her gloating to both Scootaloo and to her own friends at one of their sleepovers, she wasn't that experienced with stallions. Well, with ponies in general, but especially with stallions. She'd always been more into mares, but that was mostly because of the company she kept. The stallions usually thought of her as just an athletic, tight, delicious piece of meat. They weren't wrong about that, of course! She just wanted to be more than that to anyone in bed with her, so she'd kept them at a little bit of a distance. No coltfriends for sure. That didn't mean she hadn't had a few one night stands, but those had mostly been drunk and sloppy endeavours that usually faded from her memory as soon as her sore cunny'd gotten better. The truth of the matter was that she hadn't actually given a blowjob to a stallion before. She'd had a dick in her mouth, the tip that is, after a large amount of drink and one too many rounds of spin the bottle, but that'd been it.

At moments like these, she seldom thought too far ahead. He was waiting, his member throbbing, his hips pushing it forward needily. From up close, it looked ginormous. There was no way it could fit in without dislocating her jaw and go more than maybe an inch inside. After a few more licks to gather her courage, she opened her mouth as wide as it would go, and pushed his shaft deep inside her mouth with a slurping suck. To Rainbow Dash's surprise, it just kept going in, inch after in, until his ring was nearly touching her lips. Finally his dick hit the back of her throat, making her gag with a gurgle. She felt like she was throwing up, immediately pulling back enough for Ship Shape's member to almost fall out of her mouth.

"Mmmmhh!" Ship Shape exclaimed. He lowered a hoof onto Rainbow Dash's head, taking a firm hold of her mane, pulling her back in, pushing himself deep into Rainbow Dash's mouth.

Rainbow Dash gagged again, pulling back with a huge slurping sound, saliva bursting out from her mouth and running down her cheeks. Her eyes started to water and her nose was still blocked from all the bawling from before, making it hard for her to breathe. She was already out of breath after just the first two thrusts, and the third soon followed as Ship Shape pulled her back in, even deeper this time, making Rainbow Dash cough against the trobbing dick. She had to pull out all the way, Ship Shape's member falling out of her mouth as she desperately gasped for air. After a few pants she managed to say, "You're really rough."

Ship Shape gave a nervous cough. "I... might have gotten a bit carried away."

"It's perfect!" Rainbow Dash shouted. She blew out her nose, feeling snot run down her muzzle. She could finally breathe through her nose again. "I hate it when ponies treat me like I was gonna break!" She dove right back in, putting the tip of his member inside her mouth again. Ship Shape didn't wait any longer either, pulling her by the mane even harder, pushing so deep that his ring touched against Rainbow Dash's teeth. She gagged once more, but this time she squeezed her eyes shut and rode the nausea over. With every thrust it felt like he was trying to reach her stomach, and she was up to the challenge. She pulled back after every thrust, fighting against the strong hoof pulling on her mane. Every motion became a struggle. She had to blow her nose open to keep the air coming, every intake bringing with it the smell of Ship Shape: Heavy musk, old sweat mixed in with the new. It was dirty and disgusting, and she loved it.

Ship Shape pushed his whole body forward, teetering on the edge of the bed. Rainbow Dash was pushed further down, her tender bottom grinding against her haunches. Her eyes shot wide from the pain, giving him a glimpse of the half-lidded eyes and the fully extended brown wings of Ship Shape. The sight only lasted for a moment, because at the same time she couldn't help but bite down on the thick member pounding her throat. It wasn't a hard bite, but it immediately earned her a punishment, as Ship Shape's other hoof shot to her ear and squeezed it hard, just the way he'd done when pulling her over his lap earlier.

"HMMMGHGHHH!" Rainbow Dash shouted into the plug inside her mouth. "MMMH SMHMM!" she tried to apologise.

"I'd better not feel any more teeth, little filly, or there'll be another trip over my lap."

Rainbow Dash nodded vigorously, despite each motion sending another jolt of pain down the side of her head. Ship Shape mercifully released his grip on her ear, and Rainbow Dash tried to shake it to ease the pain. She didn't have long before Ship Shape violently pulled her back to task from her mane. Another thrust soon made her forget all about her ears, because once again she was pushed down against her aching rear. She could only try and force her aching jaw as wide as possible, not wanting to risk any more punishment onto her rump. She wasn't sure if she was giving a good blowjob either. She sucked all she could, making loud slurps and gurgles in doing so, but going with what Ship Shape was doing, it seemed to be just right.

There was also pain. Her neck hurt from the rapid back and forth movement, her scalp felt like it was going to come loose at any moment, her throat was sore, but not even comparably to her rump. She'd become a little defenseless filly over his lap, and now she got to submit to him again. There was no doubt that she, Rainbow Dash, was always in control in the bedroom (or in the bushes behind Sugarcube Corner), and she knew that if she wanted to, the pain would stop. But she didn't. She wanted this. She wanted to feel helpless for once, because right here, right now, she knew she was safe. Just like she'd felt after every single spanking she'd gotten from her own father. They hadn't done anything like this afterwards, Celestia forbid, but she'd had some very vivid daydreams when she'd been all alone afterwards, on her bed with her rump throbbing and her hoof dancing around her candy valley...

One of her forehooves let go of the pounding piston in her mouth, dashing to her slit. She wasn't damp as much as flooding, her crotch, her legs, even the carpet below soaked from her needy emissions. She started to play with her clit, running circles around it with the tip of her hoof, moaning into Ship Shape's shaft. She didn't get to play with herself for long. Ship Shape's thrusts were getting more erratic, more desperate. He doubled his pace, rocking Rainbow Dash's head back and forth, making the room spin for her. He made loud grunts with every movement, clearly closing in on his climax.

Rainbow Dash didn't know what to expect, but she was still taken completely by surprise as Ship Shape put both of her hooves on her mane and pulled her forward with all her strenght. Rainbow Dash might have been a top athlete and the Iron Pony, but right now she was overpowered completely. She felt his shaft push deep into her throat for the final time, flaring against her soft flesh, and then he came. Wave after wave of sticky cum shot directly into Rainbow Dash's throat. All she could do was try to desperately swallow all of it, but to no avail. She felt like she was drowning, unable to catch her breath, and started to cough against the tide of semen. The flow turned, shooting out the corners of her mouth and onto her cheeks. To her amazement and horror, the tide kept coming, and because it had nowhere else to go, it shot up the back of her throat and into her nose, filling it from behind. Just as she was about to panic, the tide stopped with one more lazy squirt landing on her tongue as he pulled out from her mouth. The droplets of cum burned on her tongue, the body warmth of Ship Shape conveyed to her in a liquid medium. She was left panting, mulling the last drops of cum on her tongue, getting to taste what a stallion's juice was all about. It was bitter, slightly salty, not really a great taste as such. She panted, her tongue drooping out from between her teeth. The precious cum slowly running down and out of her mouth to drop into the floor in front of her. There was another burning sensation, but this time somewhere deep inside her muzzle. She sneezed, the white stuff shooting out of her nose to her surprise, landing on the bedsheet, dangling down from its rim. She could only stare at it dumbfounded.

"That just didn't happen, right? Stuff like that doesn't happen!"

She didn't get a response. Ship Shape had fallen on his back with a long, content sigh. His glistening member was still halfway up, some of the aftershakes pushing the last bits of his cum out from his tip and running down the side. Rainbow Dash looked on as it slowly fell limp, receding into its sheath like a lazy snake slithering into its burrow. She was distracted from the almost magical sight by her burning nostrilss. She blew her nose one more time, trying to get all the extra gunk and spunk out, but the feeling didn't go away.

Rainbow Dash shook her head, feeling splatters of way too much organic stuff leave her face and land on the floor with wet sounds. "Eww," she said. "I'm not cleaning that up." She tried to get up as gingerly as possible to avoid disturbing her rump and climbed onto the bed. Without thinking too much, she sat down on top of Ship Shape, straddling his stomach. Another jolt of pain from her bottom made her lean forward. She quickly pushed her forehooves onto the bed on both sides of of Ship Shape's head to stop herself from falling straight on his face. The change in posture incidentally rubbed her slit against his coarse coat to her pleasant surprise.

Ship Shape didn't seem to mind the added weight. His forehooves traveled to Rainbow Dash's flanks, gently massaging her cutie marks. He lazily opened his eyes, then burst into laugh after seeing her face.

Rainbow Dash's whole body was rocked up and down along with his chuckles, but it was the sheer indignation that hurt her most. "Hey! Cut it out!"

Ship Shape tried to stifle his laughter, but it took him a long time, probably thanks to Rainbow Dash's glowering face only inches from his face.

"What's so funny anyway!?" Rainbod Dash demanded to know.

"I... *snort* I... never thought I'd end up giving you a dragon!" Ship Shape said, collapsing back into guffaws.

"Dragon? What the hay are you talking about!?" When her bouncy cushion didn't seem to be calming down, Rainbow Dash punched his chest with a forehoof. "Oh, come on! Not funny!"

Ship Shape slowly got himself together. "It's just... back in the day, we used to call that a sticky dragon. When a mare starts coughing and ends up... through their nose." He gave another short chuckle. "Oh Celestia I haven't laughed like that in ages."

Rainbow Dash caught on. "Yeah. Eww! I didn't know that could happen!"

"Never believed the stories myself," he said. "Before now, that is."

Rainbow Dash pushed her lower lip out in a pout. "You didn't have to laugh at it so much!"

Ship Shape grinned. "Don't worry, filly. I'll still kiss you." He puckered his lips for emphasis.

"As if I'd kiss you after something like that!" Rainbow Dash said, looking away.

"You won't?" Ship Shape asked, sounding completely unconvinced.

To her credit, Rainbow Dash kept her pout going for several more seconds before her slowly extending wings gave her away. "Thanks guys. Nice teamwork there," she told them, before leaning down and planting her messy face onto Ship Shape's. Their lips locked again, their tongues hungrily dancing in a wild primal motion. Ship Shape's forehooves started their work again, massaging Rainbow Dash's flanks and sides, confident and tender. Both the kiss and the fondling went on for a long while. It felt gentle and peaceful, his every motion telling her they had all the time in the world. She hadn't done something like it with anypony before. Both she and her previous partners had been about horny, hastly pleasure in the heat of the moment, fueled by hormones and alcohol. Now she felt a completely different kind of closeness. The warmth of his body against hers, the scent of both their sweat and other fluids mixed in with the distant hint of apples on his breath. Her hips were working on their own, rubbing and pushing her lower body against his stomach, grinding her dripping slit against him, sending waves of pleasure and unfulfilled need running through her whole body. She broke off their kiss and slid lower and lower, her face touching his chest. As she pulled back for breath, a bridge of drooping cum connected their muzzles together. She dove back in and gave him a few kisses along his neck and chest, but found she couldn't move any lower. A nice surprise stopped her descent; a roadblock, or in this case, a roadcock, was in her way. It bounced up merrily to greet its new friend, happily slapping directly against her buttcrack. She ground it against her crotch, moaning slightly as his ring traveled along the swollen lips of her slit. Both her motions and moans were soon echoed by Ship Shape, as his hips twitched up a bit, bouncing Rainbow Dash up in turn.

Rainbow Dash put her forehooves against Ship Shape's chest and pushed herself up and away from him. Her hind legs soon followed as she lifted the rest of her body up, her cunny now hovering next to the tip of his dick. She found it hard to balance without the use of her wings, now stood stiif and useless from arousal. A twitch from the member below her sent the tip slapping against her lips, which was like a giant GO! flag at the races. She dropped her body down, grinding his rod against her peehole painfully in her hurry, before finding her happy-hole. She let out a guttural moan as his thick meat slid in, joined by an even deeper one from Ship Shape. She was so desperately wet that she barely felt his first few inches, but her muscles soon found purchase and took hold, squeezing him tight. Her nerves flared in rapture, freezing her in her tracks, the exhilaration making her shiver from head to hoof.

Ship Shape struggled to sit up under her weight, bringing them back into the same position that Rainbow Dash had been immediately after her spanking. His hooves circled around Rainbow Dash, taking full hoof-fuls of her flanks, pulling her ever closer. Thanks to the difference in their size, their mouths were at the same height. They shared a short kiss, before his hooves moved lower to the most tender part of Rainbow Dash's spanked bottom, her upper thighs. He squeezed Rainbow Dash even harder, sending her shooting up.

"Owww!" she yelped, having almost forgotten how tender she still was. "No fair!"

Ship Shape had a mischievous grin on his face, very unbefitting his coarse demeanor. "Move that butt or I'll move it for you."

Rainbow Dash pushed her tongue out. "Nope! This time I'm the lead pony!" She lowered herself back along his shaft, enjoying every twitch of his rod and every tiny ripple coarsing through her own tunnel. She was deliberately slow, teasing, going down only an inch or two before stopping. There was nothing Ship Shape could do but to try and push his hip up. After what felt like an eternity to her, she finally hit his ring, preventing her from going any lower. There she stayed, looking Ship Shape straight in the eyes with burning determination. Sure, she might have been his little filly before, but no more. Now she was on top, and like every other partner she'd been with before, would make Ship Shape be her filly.

He gave up, moving his hooves to her sides, back to gently caressing her cutie marks. Rainbow Dash grinned in glee, knowing she'd won once again. Her own body was also screaming for her to hurry up, and she finally gave in. She put her forehooves onto his shoulders for purchase, then lifted herself up until just his tip was barely inside her, then went down back again. Her whole body was begging and pleading for her to go faster, but she tried to slow down some more. It didn't last very long. She was built for speed, so that's what she wanted. She'd barely hit the ring again before she shot up, then slammed her whole body down again. His thick member massaged every single one of her greedy pleasure centers, sending stars dancing in her eyes. Up and down she went, squeezing her legs tighter and tighter, gripping Ship Shape inside her tight, young muscles. She increased her pace even more, turning herself into a reverse piledriver, driving him deeper and deeper into her foundation.

She was soon panting amidst her grunts and moans from her frantic pace, feeling sweat run down both her face and back. She wouldn't slow down, couldn't slow down, the neurons in her body flashing like a newly installed electric grid from the burning pain and the even stronger pleasure from her cunny.

"Haaaaaaah!" Ship Shape shouted, barely able to hold onto the blue piston of the hydraulic ram that was Rainbow Dash. He'd given up on trying to keep up with her motions, now only able to grip a forehoof onto her tail, the last place she could find purchase. Even with the previous blowjob, a lesser stallion, a horny teenager colt, would have already shot his load inside that tight hole, but Ship Shape was a veteran. He'd fought on this battlefield time and time again, both his mind and body prepared for the wildest of rides from years of experience.

Rainbow Dash had always loved the feeling of being tucked from her tail, but she couldn't be held down. She lifted her butt higher, shaking it violently, until Ship Shape lost his final purchase, his final ounce of control, on her body. In his moment of weakness, she slammed him down onto the mattress with all the might in her forehooves. She dropped her hips down again, pushing his meat as deep as it would go, then stopped. With a wicked grin she started inching not up, but forward, using his rod like a lever to force him further onto the bed. Ship Shape couldn't help but back up, moving himself and the rainbow-haired harridan to the middle of the bed. Rainbow Dash wasn't done. She began to turn. His throbbing pillar of flesh and need grinding against her insides.

Ship Shape's whole body twitched from the sudden pain. "What the hay?!" he shouted.

"Shut up," was all the answer he got. Now with her ass directly aimed at Ship Shape, she leaned forward, planting her forehooves firmly onto the mattress. She only gave a short thought at the utter nakedness of her pose, lifting her tail up, affording him a full view of her buttcrack, of her puckered hole, and of his member buried to the ring inside her overflowing cunny. Her body calling for more movement, she pushed her rear legs up, then slammed down. He couldn't reach her any more, her whole body turning into a blur as she churned his shaft up and down. With every drop she could feel her tail slap against his chest and face with a loud thwack, but he didn't protest. Her mouth hung open from panting, drool freely hanging from the side of her mouth. Every now and then she felt a little tinge of pain from her spanked rump as it slammed against his legs and stomach, but it was growing distant. Now that she'd taken control of Ship Shape, her body did the same with her brain. She couldn't have stopped now even if she wanted to. Her eyes turned up, no longer able to see anything but the dancing, flashing lights inside her half-shut eyelids.

Her rump shot up, then down, then up, then down, ever faster, ever deeper, ever harder, until neither of them could take no more. Her walls began to pulse as she went over the edge, pulling Ship Shape along with her. He shouted a wordless, primal ululation from somewhere miles behind her as his shaft flared, pumping his hot lust inside her. Wave after wave of that burning ambrosia filled her, but she kept on milking him for every last drop. Her tight hole couldn't hold the tide in, both their loads exploding from inside her, covering both their lower bodies in a flood of love juices. After the last waves of her orgasm receded, her legs gave away and she fell onto her stomach, his shaft still inside her. Panting, she let her forehooves hang over the edge of the bed, enjoying the glowing warmth spreading from her nethers to the rest of her body. Her head rolled to the side and her tongue lolled out.

With no idea on how she'd been gone, Rainbow Dash's consciousness started returning to her. First was touch; his member was slowly receding out of her, giving a last, gentle caress to her slit on the way out. The rest of the room was returning; the smell of sweat and primal juices, the dryness of her mouth, the panting from behind her from the equally spent Ship Shape. Her eyesight was the last one to return. The room was still a blur as she opened her eyes. She blinked them a few times to clear away the gunk, but then they shot open. The warmth from her afterglow rushed out of her as she was dumped into ice-cold water.

Only a few feet from her face, from behind the slightly ajar door, an orange face was looking at her. Scootaloo was sitting on the floor in a pool of her own liquids, her hoof still quiltily against her fillyhood. As their eyes met, she flinched back as if struck, then jumped up and ran, the pitter-patter of her tiny hooves escaping down the corridor.

Rainbow Dash, Chapter 3

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Rainbow Dash stared at half-open door unable to move. The pleasant afterglow from her orgasm had been replaced by the shivering cold from the adrenaline or terror spiking her body. The burning hot droplets of sweat covering her body now felt like icicles raking at her skin. Only the heat emanating from the thick legs of Ship Shape still beneath her stopped her from immediately rushing after Scootaloo.

"I gotta... I gotta go..." Rainbow Dash muttered.

"Yeah, sure," Ship Shape answered from behind her. He let out a huge yawn before continuing. "Down the stairs and to the left."

The words felt incomprehensible to her. "W-what?"

"The bathroom. You can go first."

"I... yeah. I'll... okay. Yeah," Rainbow Dash muttered. She got off of Ship Shape and climbed down from the bed. Her eyes were clouding over, but she shook her head to clear them away. It didn't help her notice the puddle at the door before it was too late, and she barely kept her balance as her hoof slid along the floor. She'd stepped into the tiny puddle of filly-juices Scootaloo had left on the wooden floor. Her heart skipped, and she glanced at the closed door to Scootaloo's room, her every instinct screaming for her to go to the little filly. The few braincells still functioning in her swimming head reminded her that it was a really bad idea, that Ship Shape was right behind her.

Rainbow Dash looked down the stairs. The bathroom was in the complete opposite direction of where she so desperately wanted to go, but she was out of options. With stiff legs, she descended down to the first floor and into the bathroom. It wasn't a very big room, only holding a small sink with a mirror above it, a rack with a few towels and a shower stall. Ponies who didn't build houses out of clouds couldn't afford to waste space on something like whole rooms for showers. Still in a haze, she walked to the shower stall and somehow managed to fidget with the handles until water rained on her.

She yelped as freezing cold water assaulted her. "Oh, come on!" she yelled, and slammed a hoof on the red handle. It took a few seconds before the old piping allowed the water to turn into even lukewarm, but it was enough for her. She leaned against the wall, then slowly slid down to sit on the floor. Her roughed-up rump and her equally raw crotch rubbed against the cold floor tiles uncomfortably, but the pain barely registered. She hung her head, allowing the water to wash over her. And let out a whimper.

What's wrong with me? What am I doing? What am I gonna tell Scoots?

The adrenaline coursing through her body ebbed away, leaving her shaking uncontrollably. The rising nausea and disgust shook her whole body. She would have probably thrown up if she'd eaten anything that day. She could do nothing about it, except grab herself with both forehooves and try to ride it out. It was like coming down from a mad adrenaline rush after some crazy stunt. She knew it'd pass. What didn't was the same thought repeating inside her head over and over again. What's wrong with me?

Rainbow Dash had no idea how long it took for the shakes to recede. The soothing water caressed her gently, bringing warmth back to her body. Her mind began to clear up, allowing it to break out from the endless loop of self-deprication and loathing. She leaned against her forehooves and without even raising her voice, whispered "Fuck."

Okay. First off, I gotta get to Scoots. I gotta make sure she's alright. There's no way she's okay. I gotta tell her... what? I fucked your dad? Explain to her what happened? I don't know what happened! Whatever. I just gotta go and talk to her.

She stood up and turned around to let the water wash over her sore backside. Gingerly, she reached behind her and found several welts running horizontally over her rump. They were thick and swollen, and touching them made her wince. Grabbing a bit of soap, she cleaned away the last remnants of sweat and other juices from her crotch and legs. She had to shampoo her tail to get the sticky gunk from it. When she got the worst of it off, she shut off the shower and grabbed a towel to dry herself off. She happened to spot a bottle of mouth-rinse on the side of the sink, which she used liberally to get the last remnants of Ship Shape's cum from her mouth. Too bad she couldn't think of any way to get the tingling sensation from her nostrils away as well. She left the towel hanging around her neck and exited.

After she got upstairs, she saw Scootaloo's puddle again, along with a line of smaller splashes in a line heading down the stairs. Runoff from her own cunny, she realized. Throwing the towel on the floor, she rubbed the worst of it out.

That left Ship Shape. She could probably get him to go take a shower so she could go and talk to Scootaloo without him noticing. She walked inside the bedroom and had to cough as the heavy musk of two sweaty ponies was still strong enough to overwhelm her senses. "Hey, you can..." she began, but quickly stopped. Ship Shape was still laid on his back, hooves splayed out like he'd been slammed into the bed from orbit. His eyes were closed and he was snoring gently. Rainbow Dash backed out as quietly as she could and pulled the door as slowly as possible.

So what was behind door number two? She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should knock, but decided against it. She pushed the door open. The familiar sight of the filly's room opened up for her. It could have been her own room a few years back; the walls were covered in Wonderbolts posters, the desk for schoolwork was a mess and probably untouched until the last possible minute, and the floor a clutter of papers, comics, toys, and other various precious items strew about. Scootaloo was lying on her stomach on her bed, pretending to read a scooter magazine. There were clear dark lines underneath her eyes.

"Hey," Rainbow Dash said.

"H-hey," Scootaloo said.

"Can I come in?"

"Umm, yeah. Sure."

Rainbow Dash closed the door behind her, then walked next to the bed, causing Scootaloo to shift back nervously and sat up. For a moment Rainbow Dash thought of sitting next to her, but decided to use the floor instead. She immediately regretted that decision, as she had to bite her teeth together as her sore rear touched the hardwood floor.

Her expression didn't go unnoticed by Scootaloo. "Is it... bad?"

Rainbow Dash tried to put on a confident grin, but a jolt of pain turned it into more of a grimace. "You weren't kidding when you said that belt was really nasty."

Scootaloo looked away from her. "Yeah."

"Don't worry, I'll live. It's just been a while since I got my butt whupped like that. Didn't remember how bad it stings."

Scootaloo didn't answer, but Rainbow Dash could see her shoulders begin to shake. "Scoots—"

"I'm sorry!" Scootaloo said. "I'm sorry! I... I... You weren't supposed to... I mean..."

Rainbow Dash hesitated for a moment, then laid a comforting forehoof on Scootaloo's "You're not in trouble, okay?"

"But you saw... I mean, I snuck—"

"Doesn't matter. Your pops didn't notice a thing, and we're gonna keep it that way." Rainbow Dash glanced at the door nervously. "We gotta keep it down. He's asleep in his room, but we don't wanna wake him up."

Scootaloo turned to look at the door as well, revealing her moist eyes to Rainbow Dash. She wasn't crying yet, but wasn't too far off either. Her expression showed that she was probably expecting her father to come barreling in any second. When that didn't happen for several seconds, she brushed a hoof over her eyes. "You're sure dad didn't see me?"

"One-hundred and twenty percent," Rainbow Dash said. "He wasn't looking at the door, and I cleaned up the little mess you did on the floor."

Scootaloo's cheeks grew slightly redder. She let out a sigh and slumped onto her stomach again, holding her burning cheeks between her forehooves. Their heads were now only inches apart. "Okay," she said almost in a whisper.

Rainbow Dash's thoughts felt like taffy. She had no idea what to tell Scootaloo, or where to even start. There were probably a million questions she wanted to ask her, and she wasn't sure she had any of the answers. It was probably best to start from the beginning, she thought. "So, uhh, do you understand what happened?"

There was a short silence before Scootaloo answered, this time really in a whisper. "You had sex with dad, right?"

Rainbow Dash swallowed and nodded. "Yeah."

"Why?"

Such a short, simple question, yet probably the hardest one. "I... it's complicated," Rainbow Dash said, resorting to the most common explanation to kids everywhere.

"Oh," Scootaloo said.

Rainbow Dash could see the confusion and disappointment in the little filly's face. She owed her an explanation, that was true, but she wasn't sure she knew the answer either. "Well, you see..." She stuttered to a halt. Scootaloo was looking directly into her eyes, hanging onto her every word. "Okay. It's like this: You remember how good it felt after I rubbed your butt yesterday?"

Scootaloo gave a little smile that made Rainbow Dash's heart skip a beat. She could feel a blush starting to grow on her own face as well. She leaned against Scootaloo's bed and put her own face between her forehooves as well, mimicking the filly. "Well, your dad wanted to do that to me too. To help with the pain."

"Yeah," Scootaloo muttered. "He does that to me too after I get spanked."

"Well, yes. But for us adults, it's a bit different. Remember the parts where you feel really good touching? Well both stallions and mares have those parts and we kinda... rubbed them against each other by accident. Then we both got really into it and... well. Sex."

Scootaloo's brow furrowed as she tried to understand. "So it was an accident?"

"A bit, I guess," Rainbow Dash answered. "You see, adults are drawn to each other, and, me and your dad, uhh, well..." She had no idea on how to continue. They'd both been horny as hay and couldn't help each other, but how was she supposed to explain that a little filly? "It's just hard to stop when you get going. It just works like that."

Scootaloo shivered slightly.

"You okay there? Cold?"

Scootaloo shook her head. "No, it's just... your body making you do something you don't want to and not being able to stop... it sounds a bit scary." Another shiver ran through her small body. "I mean, what if something bad happens and you can't stop?"

"It's not like that at all. We both wanted to do it. If something major happened, we could totally have stopped." She knew it would have been really hard to, but they could have. Probably. At least if there'd been a monster attack or something. A really big monster attack.

Scootaloo still seemed unconvinced. "I couldn't stop."

"It's still all new to you," Rainbow Dash answered. "I know just how amazing it feels when you've just found out about it, and it feels like you can't do enough of it. Only one cure for it really."

"Like what?"

Rainbow Dash leaned right next to Scootaloo's ear and whispered, "Practice."

Scootaloo's whole face blossomed into different shades of crimson. She hid her face underneath her hooves. It took a moment for her to be able talk again. Rainbow Dash didn't mind. A blushing Scootaloo was one of the cutest things she knew, and it gave her a moment to sort her thoughts.

Scootaloo didn't reveal her head from beneath her hooves. "It just feels really weird that I was doing it while looking at dad."

Rainbow Dash was taken aback at that. She'd never walked in on her own father having sex, so she couldn't really relate to Scootaloo's dilemma. "Well, maybe you were looking at me?" she answered with a smirk. "I know I'm really hot."

Scootaloo giggled and smiled. No more shivers seemed to run through her body. "It looked weird." She looked away and her smile died down. "It looked like it hurt too."

"It... kinda did. But it was, umm, how should I put it..." Rainbow Dash scratched the back of her head. "Know the feeling when you've really pushed yourself to the limit, your muscles hurt and you're out of breath, but you don't even notice?" Scootaloo's squinted her eyes in confusion, then shook her head. Rainbow Dash tried again. "Well how about when you might bonk your noggin while playing and forget all about it, and then you get home and notice a huge bump on your head?"

That one was far more relatable to Scootaloo. She nodded in enlightenment. "I've never seen daddy's, umm, thingy so big, and it looked like it went all the way inside you and I didn't think it would fit and all the sounds you were making—"

Rainbow Dash felt the heat rise on her face. "Err, how much of it did you see?"

"Umm, the whole thing I guess. Kinda from when you got the belt." Scootaloo couldn't stop her voice from quivering at the mention of that horrid implement. Her mirthful demeanor seemed to vanish in an instant.

Rainbow Dash swallowed. "Oh?"

Scootaloo broke eye contact and looked down at the mattress. "You were yelling and shouting and it got really scary being here. I wanted to come and tell dad to stop. But then I just couldn't open the door and you were getting the belt and I couldn't move. I mean, I wanted to come in and stop dad but I... I..." Scootaloo's shoulders shook.

Rainbow Dash reached a hoof over and stroked Scootaloo's mane. "It's okay, little buddy. I knew what I was getting into."

"You cried."

"Guess I did," Rainbow Dash said.

Scootaloo turned to look at her again. "I thought big ponies didn't cry." It wasn't an accusation, but more of a question.

Rainbow Dash mussed Scootaloo's mane some more. "Everypony cries, Scoots, and there's nothing wrong with it."

"Really? But dad always tells me I shouldn't."

"Well, not everything's worth crying over. Your dad's right that you shouldn't cry over every little thing, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't cry at all. Fluttershy taught me that sometimes you just have to let it out." Rainbow Dash could now smile at the memory. "And I don't think there's a pony in Equestria who could take that belt and not cry."

"Not even the Princesses?" Scootaloo asked incredulously.

Rainbow Dash chuckled. "Probably. I'll tell your dad when Twilight does something naughty and we'll see."

Scootaloo's eyes grew wide, but then she giggled as well. That seemed to do it. She relaxed visibly, and the normal glimmer returned to her eyes. "So, uhh, does that mean you and dad are special someponies now?"

It was a question Rainbow Dash didn't know how to even start to answer. Then she got another idea. "What do you call someone who whups your butt for acting out and then takes care of you?"

"Well..." Scootaloo said, but then her eyes shot open. "Dad?"

"I guess so. Maybe?"

"But don't you already have a dad?"

Rainbow Dash nodded. "Sure do. But he lives in Cloudsdale and I don't get to see him too often. Maybe your dad could be something like my... local dad?"

"And! And!" Scootaloo was leaning forward so much their muzzles touched. "That makes us almost like real sisters!"

Rainbow Dash pushed her back a bit. "Scoots..."

A look of confusion and growing fear was clear in Scootaloo's eyes.

Rainbow Dash smiled. "Whether we share the same dad or not, you and I are already sisters. Nothing's gonna change that."

It came. The humongous, ginormous glomp of the century, as Scootaloo tackled Rainbow Dash onto the floor and buried her tiny face into Rainbow Dash's chest. Her breath was knocked out, but she didn't mind, wrapping both forehooves around the little filly. A few huge sobs escaped Scootaloo, big enough to shake her whole body. Rainbow Dash couldn't help but feel a slight burning behind her own eyes too.

"See, little buddy? It's not wrong to cry sometimes."

"I love you, Rainbow Dash," Scootaloo whispered.

Rainbow Dash was taken slightly aback with Scootaloo's sincerity, but then her heart answered for her. "I... I love you too, Scoots."

They laid there on the floor, amidst the debris of childhood, a big sister, and a little sister.

Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo talked some more, their topics drifting from one end of a little filly's attention span to another, but in the end, the stress, the crying, the confusion, and the eventual catharsis finally caught up with Scootaloo. Her eyes began to droop and Rainbow Dash lifted her back onto the bed, pulling a blanket over her. Rainbow Dash leaned in and planted a small kiss onto Scootaloo's forehead. The filly opened her eyes slightly and smiled, the little innocent smile of a child.

Rainbow Dash would treasure that sight for the rest of her life.

As Scootaloo's breathing steadied and she was deep asleep, Rainbow Dash finally snuck out. To her surprise, the door to Ship Shape's bedroom was open, even though she was sure she'd closed it tight earlier. She peeked a head in to see the stallion half laying on the bed, half leaning on the wall behind it. He motioned for her to come inside.

Ship Shape looked at her. "How's Scootaloo?"

"Asleep. She's been through a lot today," Rainbow Dash said. She looked at the bed, thinking whether she should sit down or not. The decision was made for her as Ship Shape patted the bed next to himself. As she sat down, a strong, yet gentle hoof, circled her neck, allowing her to rest her head on it comfortably. "I hoped you wouldn't notice."

"You wouldn't be the filly I thought you were if you didn't go to her."

"I... guess." Rainbow Dash sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "She saw us."

Ship Shape didn't say anything at first, but Rainbow Dash could feel the hoof behind her neck tense up. "Us having sex?"

"Pretty much the whole thing."

"Oh Celestia," Ship Shape muttered. "What did she... is she..?"

"She was pretty confused, yeah, but we talked about things. A lot of things really. I think she's going to be okay."

Ship Shape rubbed a hoof against his chin, then nodded. "What did you tell her?"

"Well... that sometimes adults do things like these even if they aren't married, and that it isn't bad. She already knew what it was we did."

Ship Shape's mouth fell open for a moment. "She did?"

"Yeah. Mostly. They've talked about stuff like that in school. She did ask if she was going to have a baby sister now."

Ship shaped smiled slightly at that. "That's my little filly."

"And then she asked... if we were going to do it again."

The smile vanished from Ship Shape's face. "And... what did you tell her?"

Rainbow Dash shrugged. "I didn't know what to say. I said maybe."

Ship Shape coughed. "I... wouldn't mind."

Rainbow Dash gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I wouldn't either, I guess," she said. "But we gotta make sure Scoots isn't anywhere nearby if we do."

Ship Shape smiled, but her eyes kept drifting to the door. "Are you sure she's going to be alright?"

"She's a strong kid, but she's gone through a lot. You gotta go talk to her too. She was really worried she was in trouble, so you'd better tell her she isn't. I mean, I told her she wasn't, but..."

"Of course. I'll take a shower and then go talk with her."

"Let her take her nap. Oh and you gotta cook something nice. And get ice cream."

"I'm guessing you won't want to stay for dinner?"

"Nah. I'll let myself out. I'll come and see you when my butt doesn't look like a zebra's and I can walk straight." Rainbow Dash looked at Ship Shape and winked.

"Heh, You're really something, Rainbow Dash," Ship Shape said. He leaned in and gave her a short kiss on her lips before getting up. "I'll see you around then."

"Yeah."

As Ship Shape walked down the stairs, Rainbow Dash was left to her own thoughts. Yeah. I'm really something. I'm just not sure what the hay that is. She walked to the window and flew off in the search of the perfect snow cloud to spend the rest of the day thinking on.

Scootaloo, Chapter 6

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Scootaloo knew the house, of course. It was impossible to miss with all the shiny, glittering items on display in the windows. Dinner utensils (mostly for unicorns to use with their magic), candelabras, cups, thimbles, pretty much anything fancy, all in gleaming, speckless silver. The store's name was written in elegant flowy letters above the door. "Mint Condition" it said. Scootaloo tried the door, but wasn't surprised when it refused to open for her on a Sunday afternoon. She pushed her scooter along the gravely road and circled around to the back yard, where she found another door, this one already open.

Scootaloo swallowed nervously and checked her cape for probably the hundreth time since she left her house. Rainbow Dash had been right; Scootaloo's rear hadn't looked nearly as bad it had the evening before. The angry red welts had somewhat subsided underneath her orange coat, but there were still a few dark, black bruises glaring ominously. Once again Scootaloo's Cutie Mark Crusader cape had been the solution, because nopony around town would even look twice about her dashing through the streets with it on. She just hoped that it wouldn't show too badly in school come Monday. It wouldn't be a catastrophe if it did either. Sure, the colts would probably tease her about it if they spotted it, but at least her two biggest bullies wouldn't dare say a word. If they came to school at all.

Two biggest bullies... yet here she was, standing at the back door of one of them to fulfill a promise she'd made. Scootaloo took off her helmet and shook her head, both to free her mane and clear her mind. She tossed it atop the pile of boxes on the cart attached to her scooter, and tightened the belt of her saddlebag where she had the rest of her gear.

"Here goes nothing," she muttered to herself.

Scootaloo knocked quietly on the back door and peeked inside. "H-hello?" she asked, but got no answer. She didn't get more than two steps inside into what was a very modest, and messy, kitchen, when a mint-green head popped around the corner to what was probably the store proper. A few papers were floating next to her in the faint glow of her horn.

"Well, hello there," the unicorn said. "Are you here to see Silvy?"

"Uhm, yes, Miss," Scootaloo stammered.

"Well come on in then!" The rest of the pony walked in sight. For some reason she was wearing bulging saddlebags inside the house. "I don't think I've seen you here before. So nice to see Silvy make new friends." She pushed out a forehoof. "Hi, I'm Mint, Silvy's big sister."

"S-Scootaloo." She lifted a hesitant hoof into the air.

The unicorn's hoof stopped in mid air. "Scootaloo? I think she's mentioned you a few times."

"She has?" Scootaloo asked nervously.

"Yes. Something about you two having some arguments at school or something." Her stare made Scootaloo just want to turn tail and run, but luckily the moment soon passed. "Well, it's nice to see you've made up!" Mint gave Scootaloo a wide, earnest smile and grabbed her hoof in a vigorous hoofshake. As she bounced up and down, quickly getting seasick, Scootaloo wondered how one of her bullies could be related to someone like this mare.

"Anyways, Silvy's been feeling off since Friday, but we can go ask if she's feeling well enough to have someone come visit." Not even letting Scootaloo answer, she started up the stairs, and Scootaloo had to gallop to catch up. Upstairs, Mint knocked on one of the doors. "Silvy? Your little friend's here to see you!"

"Oaaww, Minty! Don't call her that. We're not kids any more!" Silver Spoon shouted back from her room.

Mint chuckled to herself. "Well, you sure seem to be doing well enough to have a visitor."

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Tell Diamond Tiara to come in."

Mint turned around to look at Scootaloo, who suddenly felt like looking at the wall and swallowing. "Actually, it seems to be one of your other friends. Scootaloo, was it?"

"S-Scootaloo” She's here?" Silver Spoon asked in what to Scootaloo sounded like a scared voice.

Without waiting, Mint shoved Scootaloo inside the door. "Anyways, I've got to go meet a client about a collection she wants to sell. Won't be home for a few hours, so you have the house all to yourselves. Oh and if you're well enough to see friends, I'm sure you can do the dishes too! Ciao!"

"Yeah," Silver Spoon muttered.

As Mint's hoofsteps receded down the stairs, Scootaloo was left standing at the open door to Silver Spoon's room. She wasn't sure what she'd expected, but still the room took her by surprise. Everything in it had to be at least a hundred years old. The table, the chandelier, the small bookshelf, the ornamental vases, even the rug on the floor, were all clearly antiques. Most of the room was taken up by the huge four-poster bed that would have been fit for a Princess. On that very bed, lying on her stomach, clad in a purple frilly dress, was Silver Spoon. It had to be Silver Spoon, because Scootaloo had heard her big sister call her that. For a moment Scootaloo thought she was looking at some sea monster with a Bermuleda's Triangle's worth of seaweed on her head. The filly with the messy mane flowing down the sides of her head sure didn't look anything like the prim and proper filly with her meticulous, silvery braid. The worst part were the eyes underneath, though: red, with large black lines underneath, and wide from terror that Scootaloo could never have imagined seeing on the face of her bully. Scootaloo felt a disgusting lurch inside her stomach from just the thought that somepony could feel so awful about seeing her.

There was absolute, deafening silence inside the room. The moment the door downstairs slammed shut, Silver Spoon jumped off the bed. "What are you doing here!?" she shouted.

Scootaloo took a step back from surprise, but rallied. "I promised to bring your stuff, so I, uhh, came to bring your stuff."

Silver Spoon looked at her as if she'd ran straight into an invisible wall. "Oh yeah, that."

"So, should I bring them here?" Scootaloo asked.

"Yeah, like, whatever." Silver Spoon answered.

That was all the excuse Scootaloo needed. She dashed downstairs, leaping the stairs two at a time. When she got out to the back yard, she had to stop and pant. She tried to shake her head and blink her eyes, but the image imprinted in her mind refused to leave. The bully she'd hated and loathed since forever, lying on her stomach, mane unkempt, eyes wide... and absolutely terrified. Silver Spoon had always always looked cocky and confident, with her muzzle pointed to the sky, walking around with her tail held high like a snob from Canterlot. Compared to that, the filly she'd seen could have been a completely different pony altogether. Scootaloo's stomach gave her another lurch, and for a moment she considered just bolting so she wouldn't have to face Silver Spoon again.

Scootaloo tossed the few boxes she had on her cart onto her back, and spread her small wings to keep them from falling. She had to walk the stairs up at half pace, yet the door to Silver Spoon's room was in front of her all too soon. She stepped inside and found Silver Spoon standing next to her bed, head turned to look at the wall haughtily.

"Is here okay?" Scootaloo asked.

"Yes, you may put them, like, wherever," Silver Spoon said haughtliy. She didn't even turn to look at her.

Scootaloo piled the boxes in the corner, then looked back at Silver Spoon. She was clearly trying to keep her composure, but her lower jaw was quivering. "Umm, are you okay?" Scootaloo asked.

"Of course I am!" Silver Spoon said. Her voice was shrill and way too loud to be in any way convincing.

Scootaloo flinched back at her words, "So, uhh, I'm just gonna leave these here and... go?" There was no answer, so she turned around and walked for the door. She almost made it to the top of the stairs when she heard Silver Spoon's voice.

"S-Scootaloo?" Silver Spoon's head peeked out from the doorway. "P-please don't go." Her eyes were moist underneath her glasses, tears ready to start running. "Please?"

It wasn't called a magic word for nothing. Despite her head buzzing with questions and objections, Scootaloo's legs acted on their own. She soon found herself turned around and walking after Silver Spoon into her room. Silver Spoon stopped next to her bed, then her head drooped down.

"I'm sorry," Silver Spoon said quietly, aiming her words at the floor. "I'm just, like, so sorry about everything that's happened." She drew a long, trembling breath. "I haven't been able to sit or even really sleep for two days, I've had to lie to my sister about being sick and have to wear this stupid dress inside... and I can't stop thinking about what happened!" Another desperate gasp for air. "I feel awful about it and I wish I could take it all back and I can't and you're here and you're not even angry and... and..." The rest of her words were drowned in sobs.

Scootaloo stood there, her mouth hanging open, watching one of the ponies she hated the most in the world crumble down. She should have been happy to finally see Silver Spoon like that. She should have smiled and gloated. She shouldn't have felt sick enough to throw up. Scootaloo walked next to Silver Spoon and hesitantly put a hoof on her shoulder.

It was as if she'd struck Silver Spoon. She crumpled onto her stomach on the floor, hiding her face under her hooves. Silver Spoon took a few desperate, sobbing breaths. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry about what we did. About what we've done. Everything. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it all ever since and I feel so bad."

"It's okay," was all Scootaloo could say.

Silver Spoon lifted her head from between her hooves, revealing a desperate, tear-streaked face. Her glasses were askew on her muzzle almost comically. "How!? How can it be okay? We... I've been so nasty to you for so long and... how can you say it's okay?"

Scootaloo didn't know what to say at first, but then the simplest of answers dawned on her. "Well, you said you're sorry."

"W-what?"

"You said you're sorry and you mean it so... I guess it's okay." Now that she'd wrapped her head around the idea, Scootaloo really liked it. She knew she wasn't angry at Silver Spoon, not after Friday at least. Ever since she'd seen how Silver Spoon acted before and after her punishment. If anything, she felt relieved. After all this time, maybe this meant that the endless bullying would stop. Maybe, just maybe, it meant that instead of bitter enemies, they might be... friends? Scootaloo sat down, not noticing if her rump hurt or not, and did what both her father and Rainbow Dash did when she was feeling really bad. She carefully slid her forehooves around Silver Spoon's neck and pulled her into a hug.

Silver Spoon couldn't say a word. She clung to Scootaloo, crying her heart out against the last shoulder neither of them would have expected a few days ago. Scootaloo didn't know what to do under the torrent of tears. She felt her own eyes moisten too, but she swallowed a few times to make the feeling go away. "There... there?" she tried. It brought out another huge wail from Silver Spoon, and she was afraid she'd done something horribly wrong. Not risking another word, she quietly held the crying bully against her chest, feeling the hot tears running down her coat.

After a while, Silver Spoon started to calm down, her sobs easing into exhausted panting. She didn't let go of Scootaloo yet, though, squeezing against her still. Scootaloo finally let one of her hooves leave Silver Spoon's neck, traveling to her mane to stroke it slowly. It seemed to calm Silver Spoon down enough for her breath to finally slow down to normal. Her hooves fell limply from around Scootaloo.

"Feel better?" Scootaloo asked.

Silver Spoon didn't say anything, but nodded. She took off her glasses and wiped a hoof over her eyes. She drew a deep breath and leaned back, but then her eyes shot open and she bolted up with an undignified yelp.

"Wow, still that bad?" Scootaloo asked. She noticed her own rump brush against the lush antique carpet, but she could barely feel any discomfort.

Silver Spoon's face was full of worry. "It doesn't feel like it's ever going to get better. Like I said, I've mostly been lying on my stomach for the last two days."

To Scootaloo, Silver Spoon sounded like a completely different pony. She was talking normally, not prim and perfect like she did while hanging out with Diamond Tiara. "Have you checked how bad it looks?" Scootaloo asked.

Silver Spoon shook her head. "Nu-uh. I've kinda been too scared."

Scootaloo rubbed the back of her head with a forehoof. "Would you, umm, like me to check?"

There was a short hesitation before Silver Spoon nodded again. "Just, like, promise to be careful, okay?"

"Hey, I know exactly what it feels like," Scootaloo said symphatetically.

Silver Spoon was quiet for a moment. "This isn't the first time you've been... spanked, is it?" she asked. The question was mostly rhetorical. "Like, I've seen you have, you know, marks on your butt at school and stuff."

"Well, yeah," Scootaloo said, feeling a slight blush rising to her cheeks. "This your first time?"

"Y-yes," Silver Spoon said. Scootaloo could see a tiny blush on her pale coat as well. "So what should I do?" Silver Spoon asked.

Scootaloo looked around the room. "Well, why don't you lift your forehooves onto your bed?" Scootaloo said.

Silver Spoon did as she was asked, turning around from Scootaloo. As she was getting into position, Scootaloo finally remembered to unbuckle her saddlebag and let it drop to the side. Now there was only the long dress Silver Spoon was wearing. She swallowed nervously as she gripped the hem of the dress. Even though ponies didn't normally wear clothes, taking a peek underneath one brought some more red on her cheeks. It somehow felt naughty. She slowly lifted the dress up, bringing Silver Spoon's backside into full view. Silver Spoon was probably lucky that she couldn't see Scootaloo's expression.

"Wow," was all she could say.

"Is it bad?" Silver Spoon asked nervously, her rump swaying slightly from side to side.

"It's..." Scootaloo couldn't continue. The pale silver rump in front of her was the remains of a battlefield. Dark red welts criss-crossed Silver Spoon's coat, accentuated by several darker bruises all around. "Rainbow Dash really did a number on you." It was a huge understatement. She'd looked at her own rear-end after almost every spanking she'd gotten, and it had never looked this severe. Even the one time she and Apple Bloom had gotten the switch from Applejack. Scootaloo pushed Silver Spoon's tail aside.

"H-hey! What are you doing!?" Silver Spoon shouted, moving a forehoof back to cover herself.

Scootaloo hadn't even thought about moving Silver Spoon's tail. It just happened."I'm just checking the damage," she said.

"Oh, okay," Silver Spoon said. "But no staring, okay?"

"I won't. And we're both girls, so it doesn't really count, right?"

"R-right."

Scootaloo gently moved Silver Spoon's tail aside, revealing the rest of her buttocks, along with her filly parts. She was honestly more curious about the collection of welts and bruises, though. As she'd guessed, the area under the tail was the ground zero of Silver Spoon's switching. The switch might hit on one side of the rump or another, but every strike would surely always hit in the middle. Scootaloo placed a hoof on one of the angrier welts and traced it across the pale silver rumpscape. Silver Spoon's buttocks clenched from pain, and she let out a tiny whimper. "Sorry," Scootaloo said. "It looks like it really hurts."

"I guess I won't be going to school tomorrow," Silver Spoon said matter-of-factly.

"If you don't wanna get caught, no way."

Silver Spoon sighed. "What am I gonna tell my parents? I hate lying to them."

"Well..." Scootaloo's hoof kept tracing along the welts on Silver Spoon's bottom. "You could maybe think of it as keeping a secret and not really lying, right?"

"I guess," Silver Spoon said, clearly unconvinced. "Can I put my tail down now?"

Scootaloo had been completely lost in staring at the tapestry of pain on Silver Spoon's rear. With every welt, she could imagine the switch landing, her legs kicking, tail swishing, the whole silver rump dancing from side to side... "Yeah. Sure," she said. As Silver Spoon's tail fell down, Scootaloo was afforded the last glimpse of those tight, silvery nethers. To her surprise, she was suddenly very aware of her own filly parts as well. It also gave her an idea. The kind she'd probably regret immediately after blurting it out loud, but by then, it was too late. "Hey, you got any lotion around?"

Silver Spoon backed up from the bed and let her dress fall down. "Do you think it would help?"

Remembering Rainbow Dash's hooves working on her rear made her smile a bit. "It did for me."

Silver Spoon walked to her huge, ornate dresser and started picking up one tube after another from one of the drawers. "I use this for my hooves, and this for my face, and this for—"

"Wait, you got different kinds?" Scootaloo interrupted.

Silver Spoon looked at her dumbfounded. "You don't?"

Scootaloo looked at her hooves. There were tiny scratches and other signs of constant wear and tear aplenty. "Eheh... maybe I should."

Silver Spoon walked up to her and grabbed one of her hooves. "This is just awful! You actually have some tiny cracks there!" She dashed back to her dresser and returned with a tiny jar. "Here! You can have this. It's my emergency creme, and believe me, those hooves are an emergency!"

"Thanks?" Scootaloo said. She turned the jar in her hooves. It was pink and smelled faintly of roses, and definitely looked very expensive. "You sure about it?"

Silver Spoon shrugged and returned back to her earlier assortment of lotions. "I have a lot of these and don't really use them all anyways," she said. "And it'd make your hooves look pretty," she added a lot quieter.

'Pretty' wasn't a word Scootaloo had ever really associated with herself, but there was no way she was going to turn a gift like that down. That word kept echoing inside her heand, and as she turned to put the jar into her saddlebags, she was glad to hide her face from Silver Spoon.

"I think this one will do," Silver Spoon said, startling Scootaloo from her thoughts. As she turned around, Silver Spoon brandished a tube that looked identical to all the others she'd laid out.

Scootaloo shrugged. "I guess?" She tried to put on a confident smile. "So, uhh, would you like to get on the bed?"

Silver Spoon blinked a few times in confusion. "Why?"

"Well, umm, you can't really put it on yourself, right?"

Still only a blank stare answered Scootaloo. She had to gather all of her willpower to continue. "So, I was kinda thinking that, you know, I could do it?" Scootaloo felt her heart pounding in her chest. She felt like her whole face was on fire.

Silver Spoon looked from Scootaloo, to the bed, to the lotion in her hoof, then back to Scootaloo. As the situation dawned on her, her face blossomed in red as well. "You'd do it?"

Scootaloo's mouth was so dry she couldn't say anything, so she just nodded.

Silver Spoon swallowed so loud Scootaloo could hear it from several feet away. "O-okay."

As Silver Spoon turned around to climb on the bed, Scootaloo's heart felt like it was about to explode from her chest. It still somehow managed to double its pace as Silver Spoon casually undressed and tossed her frilly dress to the side. She followed her onto the bed.

At least half a dozen other fillies could have fit on the bed with them without any problems. It was made for two adult-sized ponies, and even then it would have been generously sized. The cover was soft and warm underneath Scootaloo's hooves. Something that just begged you to curl up and take a nap.

Silver Spoon stood in the middle of the bed. "Is here okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, but wait a sec," Scootaloo said. She picked up one of the huge, fluffy pillows and after a short struggle against its weight, put it in front of Silver Spoon. "Lie with your tummy on that."

Silver Spoon looked at the pillow like it was some foreign, exotic item from halfway across the world. After Scootaloo gave her a reassuring nod, she did as she was instructed. Thanks to the size of the pillow, her hind hooves barely touched the bed cover. It looked like she was over a pony's lap with her rump held high, Scootaloo thought, and she loved it. Silver Spoon clenched her hind legs together by instinct.

"Umm, you gotta spread your legs or I can't get close enough," Scootaloo said.

"Do I have to? It's really embarrassing..." Silver Spoon answered. She wiggled her rump from side to side nervously. Just that sight alone reminded Scootaloo of her own nethers.

"Well, umm, I've seen everything you have there already," Scootaloo said.

"Yeah, but it still feels weird."

"I know, but you gotta if we're gonna do this."

"I guess." After a few more seconds, Silver Spoon slowly spread her legs.

Scootaloo sat right behind Silver Spoon, positioning herself as close as possible. Silver Spoon's rump was only a few inches away from her, hovering at her chest level. Without hesitation, she pushed her hoof underneath Silver Spoon's dock and pushed her tail up.

"Oaww," Silver Spoon said. She was clearly not comfortable with what was going on, but didn't try to cover herself either.

Now Scootaloo was afforded a full view of Silver Spoon's rear. She could see everything between those splayed legs; the buttocks covered in welts and bruises, the tiny line of her snatch, even the puckered hole above it. She had to shake her head to remind herself of what she was doing. "You okay there?"

"Mm-hmm," Silver Spoon answered."Just be gentle, okay?"

"I will," Scootaloo answered. She uncorked the lotion tube and squeezed a large dollop of the sticky cream onto her hooves. A soothing scent of jasmine filled her nostrils. Her hooves trembled lightly as she touched the lotion onto Silver Spoon's rear, right on one of the angriest red spots on her buttock.

"Aih," Silver Spoon whinnied, clenching her rump.

"Sorry. I know how bad it hurts, but trust me, it's gonna feel better soon." Scootaloo started moving her hoof in small circles. After a while, Silver Spoon stopped clenching, allowing her rear to relax. Scootaloo was amazed at how Silver Spoon's bottom felt. "So soft..." she said quietly.

"What?" Silver Spoon asked.

"N-nothing!" Scootaloo said, trying to cover her slip-up.

"But you just called me soft, didn't you?"

Scootaloo swallowed. She'd hoped Silver Spoon wouldn't have heard her. "Yeah. Sorry. It's just, well, you really do feel soft and, uhh, kinda nice."

Silver Spoon shifted her rear on the pillow. "Thanks, I guess." she said quietly.

Silver Spoon didn't say anything else, which suited Scootaloo just fine. She immersed herself in her task, slowly rubbing the lotion all over Silver Spoon's rump, enjoying the feeling underneath her hooves. She didn't go rubbing other ponies' bottoms as such, but there'd been instances when she'd ended up in close contact with both Apple Bloom's and Sweetie Belle's rears. Mostly in cases involving either rassling, failed attempts at cheerleading, or tree sap. Apple Bloom's whole body felt like one huge muscle underneath her coat, and there was no way Scootaloo could ever try to win against her in any sort of test of strength. Even Sweetie Belle wasn't as soft as the pudgy bottom underneath Scootaloo's hooves, probably from all the activities and crusading they did together. Silver Spoon was completely different. It was like kneading warm dough.

A small, content sigh escaped from Silver Spoon. She was clearly relaxing, allowing more of her body to fall onto the pillow.

"D'ya like it?" Scootaloo asked. She reached for the lotion tube again.

"Mmm. Yes. It feels wonderful." After a small pause she wiggled her bottom slightly. "Please don't stop. Not yet."

Scootaloo squeezed another large dollop onto her hoof, but this time spread it onto both of her forehooves. She laid them onto Silver Spoon's rear, eliciting what Scootaloo could only describe as a moan. As she started rubbing again, working both sides of Silver Spoon's bottom, she was now greeted with an occasional "Mmmh" or "Aaahh". Moving a bit more vigorously, Scootaloo started kneading a bit harder, turning from just spreading the lotion into more of massaging. She let her hooves move all over, not really concerned if she was covering areas that had received the switch or not. They traveled to the sides, almost to Silver Spoon's cutie mark, then back again, down the thighs, up in the middle, even allowing herself to touch the insides of the buttocks. Silver Spoon didn't flinch at that at all, so Scootaloo decided to try something a bit bolder. She kept rubbing, but occasionally allowed her hoof to accidentally wander to some of the naughtier parts on display. She brushed gently over Silver Spoon's puckered hole, the crack between her buttocks, even daring to touch the very tip of the tight slit below.

That had an effect on Silver Spoon, though not the one Scootaloo expected. Silver Spoon dropped her tail down fast enough to swat Scootaloo's face in passing, and turned to look over her shoulder. "Hey! Watch it!"

Scootaloo brushed her muzzle where the tail had hit, more on instinct than from any actual pain, and got some of the lavendery lotion on her face as a well. "Sorry. My bad." She gave a longing glance at the soft wonderland she'd been enjoying just before. "Want me to stop?"

"No, just watch where you put your hooves." Silver Spoon said. After a moment, she lifted her tail up again.

Scootaloo happily got back to work. Armed with another dose of the lotion, she continued her massage. After only a few more strokes, Silver Spoon was back to how she'd been before, her muscles relaxing, and another little moan escaped her. Those sounds were like a drug for Scootaloo. She kept doing her best to do as good a job as she could just to hear more of them, and she was awarded time and time again with those delicious, sincere sounds of enjoyment.

This all went for what felt like eternity to Scootaloo, but she loved every moment of it. She was getting warm herself, especially between her legs. Being this close to another filly, touching her almost everywhere, so close to all those forbidden places, it was driving her imagination wild. She could feel the new, yet already slightly familiar feeling of growing moist in her crotch. Without thinking about it, she let one of her hooves fall down to her own slit as the other kept working on the plump rear on display in front of her. The first stroke against her cunny felt like magic, and she found that she was far more wet than she'd imagined, feeling a damp patch on the bed cover. She thought about covering it somehow, but soon forgot all about it. Both her hooves kept doing their work, sharing their attention between both of the fillies. Scootaloo felt her eyes gloss over slightly as they closed halfway. The scent of lavender in the air, the warmth, the intimacy of everything felt both relaxing and exhilarating at the same time. Then the most naughty of thoughts crept into her mind. As casually as possible, she switched hooves. Her other hoof traveled down between her legs, as the other continued the massage, but this time with some of the wetness from her own snatch. The coat of Silver Spoon was already glistening with the lotion, but mixing it up with her own filly juice made her shiver. How would Silver Spoon react if she knew? That she was rubbing her horniness all over her bottom?

And that's when she saw it. Right there in front of her, mere inches from her face. A tiny trickle of moisture was running down from Silver Spoon's slit. It wasn't much, but there was no denying it either. Scootaloo's hooves working all over Silver Spoon's rump was not making only Scootaloo horny, but Silver Spoon as well. To accentuate the point, Silver Spoon let out a long, low moan of pleasure.

"You're really liking this," Scootaloo said.

"Mm-hmm," Silver Spoon said.

"And you're even leaking," Scootaloo said.

The moment the words escaped her mouth, both her hooves froze. Silver Spoon bolted. There was no other way to describe it. She kicked her hooves onto the bed and jumped in the air, turning a one-eighty in the air and ended up standing on all fours, her face contorted in rage in front of Scootaloo.

"How... what... you... you saw... how DARE you..." She looked furious, but her eyes were wide open in horror.

"Sorry, I didn't—" Scootaloo tried to start, but was cut off.

"G-get out!" Silver Spoon shouted.

"B-but—"

"OUT!" Silver Spoon screamed, pushing Scootaloo bodily off of her bed.

Scootaloo rolled down onto the floor and backed away. "It happened to me too!" she shouted back.

Silver Spoon's mouth dropped open, and she tried to form words with zero success. After a moment she got out a simple "Wha?"

"It happened to me too! It happens! There's nothing wrong with it! I can't help it. You can't help it."

"But... but I..." Silver Spoon stammered. Her face was the deepest red Scootaloo had ever seen a pony go.

"Please don't be angry," Scootaloo said. Without thinking, she turned around, pushed her rump in the air, and lifted her tail. "See? I started leaking too. I couldn't help it either."

Silver Spoon's whole body seemed to shiver. She was forced to sit down on the bed, but she wasn't shouting again.

Scootaloo walked back to the bed. When Silver Spoon didn't react, she carefully climbed back onto it.

"It's not pee, you know," Silver Spoon muttered.

"I know. It's different," Scootaloo said.

"Do you know what it is?" Silver Spoon asked. Her voice was tinted with fear.

"Yeah. Kinda," Scootaloo answered. "Means you really like what's happening and your body just does it."

There was no doubt about it. Silver Spoon let out a huge sigh. "So it's normal?"

"Yeah. Definitely," Scootaloo said, her voice full of confidence. Rainbow Dash had explained it to her, so it had to be one-hundred-and-twenty-percent true. The thought of Rainbow Dash made her remember something else. It was the tone of voice Rainbow Dash had told her not to tell anypony of what they'd done. They'd even made a Sister Swear. If she was going to tell Silver Spoon anything of what was going on, she'd have to be careful not to say a word of what they'd done together. "Has it been happening for long?"

Silver Spoon still couldn't look her in the eyes. "A while. A month maybe."

"It's pretty new to me too. But trust me on this: It's totally okay."

Another deep sigh. "That's good. I mean, I was starting to get really worried about it and I was going to ask my sister about my, umm, flower doing weird things, but I was so embarrassed—"

Scootaloo couldn't help but snicker lightly. "Your flower?"

Silver Spoon looked slightly hurt. "That's what my sister always calls it! She told me it's going to bloom one day or something."

"That's weird," Scootaloo said. She was still grinning though.

"My sister is weird! She always talks nonchalantly about icky stuff."

Scootaloo tilted her head. "Nonchawhatnow?"

Silver Spoon corrected her glasses with a hoof before answering. "Nonchalantly. Like, she doesn't think they're a big deal."

"Oh," Scootaloo said. She brought her hoof underneath her chin. "What kind of stuff?"

"Icky stuff. Like playing with colts. Or k-kissing."

"Kissing? She thinks kissing isn't a big deal?"

"See? That's what I mean! She says friends should kiss each other if they like each other and other weird stuff like that."

Memories of the last Friday floated back into Scootaloo's head. "Well, uhh, you kissed me."

Silver Spoon's mouth hung open for a moment, and she turned away. "It just felt, I dunno. It just happened."

Scootaloo saw the confusion and growing panic on Silver Spoon's face. "I, umm, I kinda liked it," she stammered out.

Silver Spoon turned to look back at Scootaloo fast enough to throw her mane over her eyes, but she didn't even seem to notice. "Really?" she asked, her voice cracking a bit.

"Yeah."

Both of the fillies sat on the bed in total silence, not able to look at each other. Then Scootaloo pulled herself a bit closer to Silver Spoon.

"What are you doing?" Silver Spoon asked, backing away a bit.

"Don't freak out, okay?" Scootaloo said. She kept moving closer to Silver Spoon, until their faces were only an inch apart. She closed her eyes and puckered her lips. As she leaned forward, to her relief, she found what she was looking for. Their lips touched together, and Scootaloo allowed her mouth to open slightly, just as how she'd done with Rainbow Dash. They held their lips together for a moment, before Scootaloo backed away. As she opened her eyes, she saw Silver Spoon staring at her with eyes wide, with huge red spots on her cheeks. Scootaloo couldn't help but grin. "Now we're even."

Silver Spoon didn't say a word. She just kept staring, her eyes glossing over.

Scootaloo climbed off the bed and tossed her saddlebag onto her back. "Well, it was fun, uhh, hanging out with you, Silver... Silvy." She walked to the door. "Hope you get well enough to come to school soon. Remember we got those Student Pony President elections coming up and all!"

"Scootaloo! Wait!" Silver Spoon shouted, but Scootaloo was already dashing down the stairs.

Scootaloo hopped onto her scooter and blasted off at full speed, almost bowling over an elderly couple on a Sunday stroll. Her heart was pounding so hard that she didn't even hear their indignant shouts after her. She made it almost halfway back to her house, before she just couldn't hold it in any more. She half-stopped, half-crashed onto a little field of grass barely outside of town and fell on her back.

I KISSED SILVER SPOON!

That night, a little orange hoof found its way into a tiny little cunny underneath the covers, as Scootaloo thought of what might happen the next time she'd get to hang out with her newest friend, Silver Spoon.

The End... for now.

No Good Deed...

by Isseus

Scootaloo, Chapter 1

Scootaloo, Chapter 2

Scootaloo, Chapter 3

Scootaloo, Chapter 4

Scootaloo, Chapter 5

Rainbow Dash, Chapter 1

Rainbow Dash, Chapter 2

Rainbow Dash, Chapter 3

Scootaloo, Chapter 6