Oh, Rainbow Dash…
In all her Technicolor glory the greatest flyer in all of Cloudsdale- no, Equestria, stood there. Waiting. Training was hard. A day full of loop-de-loops, sonic swirls, and cloud kicking finally came to an end. Scootaloo now anticipated the final act: a Sonic Rainboom. Sweat beaded off the pair from their exertions, fertilizing the cloud beneath them. Of course, Rainbow wasn’t tired. Hunched over in a starting position, Cloudsdale’s greatest athlete flapped her wings and stretched her legs, lowering herself closer to the cloud preparing to take off. Her muscles rippled, showing off her toned physique. Sexy.
“You ready kid? Cause I’m about to show you my signature move.” The prismatic pony beamed with pride. The show-off could hardly wait.
However, for the first time, Scootaloo ignored her. Perhaps the orange filly simply hadn’t heard, but the way she stared at Dash’s backside argued the contrary.
Scootaloo noticed as a peculiar scent wafted through the air. It permeated her thoughts, nostrils flaring in order to inhale as much of the odor as she could. The younger pegasus wasn’t sure why, or what it was, but she could tell it was coming from Rainbow Dash. And she liked it. Conveniently, being the smaller equine, she was able to level her head with Rainbow’s ass relatively easily. Soon the entirety of Dash’s musk filled her sinuses.
Scootaloo’s brain was acting weird. It noticed the way sweat pooled in the joints of Rainbow Dash’s figure. It traced the movement of her hips as they seductively waved back and forth, clenching and unclenching, positioning for liftoff. And, it told Scootaloo there was something that she wanted- no, needed, to do. To Rainbow Dash. With Rainbow Dash. Involuntarily, she neared her mentor’s tail, enchanted.
Why am I staring at Rainbow Dash’s butt? The orange pegasus wondered in a moment of clarity. Even as she acknowledged her inability to look away, something told her if she watched long enough she might get to see the older mare’s privates. Though she had no idea why she would want that. The thought simultaneously exited and repulsed her. As time wore on, more the former.
Then she felt it: a trickle between her legs. Past her inner thigh, down her leg, and into the cotton of the cloud it ran. It wasn’t sweat. Was she peeing? No, it was too thick to be that either. Thank Celestia, she would die if Rainbow ever found out she had peed herself. It did seem to be coming from the same spot though. Whatever it was, it made her feel really good. And it smelled too. Different from Rainbow's. Actually, the more she imagined seeing Dash’s naughty parts, the more of that strange liquid seemed to pour out her rear. Soon the crevasse between her legs was as soaked as her heroine's. Thighs squeezed together to stop herself from leaking, Scootaloo whined.
No, I-I can't. What's wrong with me? it's just Rainbow...
Oozing across coat hairs, the juice made her flesh stick. Attempting to separate her legs, a distinct slopping sound could be heard as strands of it criss-crossed her rear. Like a spider weaving a web.
Scootaloo flushed. Heat kept rising within her. She could no longer bear it. Body moving, mind reluctant, wet tongue extended: she closed her eyes and met Rainbow’s plot with a sloppy lick. It tasted… dry?
Eyes fluttering open, it took a moment for Scootaloo to disengage her lover: a pillow. The cloth encasing shriveled with drool, spit expanding from the spot where she had buried her tongue. Which only moments before was her heroine’s ass. Scootaloo reoriented to a darkened Carousel Boutique.
A dream, of course it had just been a dream. But those feelings didn’t go away. Rainbow, Rainbow, Rainbow… she couldn’t stop repeating the pegasus’s name in her head.
To Scootaloo’s surprise, her hips continued. Thrusting upward at the idea of coming into contact with the multicolor mare. The actions made a soft thumping sound against the ground. Sleeping bag stretching tight over her body.
Shhhllop. Coming back down, she realized something. The pillow wasn’t the only thing that was wet. Somehow underneath her, a viscous fluid had collected. Just like the dream. That same sticky substance had transcended her nightmare and now leaked from her rear.
Luckily, the other Cutie Mark Crusaders, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle, were still passed out. If there were any other ponies in the world besides Rainbow Scootaloo didn’t want finding out about her little ‘accidents', it would be Applebloom and Sweetie Belle. It was already hard enough being a blank flank. And, though her friends would probably understand, there was no reason to go through all that trouble if she could just take care of the problem herself. Sneaking out of Rarity’s guest room, Scootaloo crept downstairs to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she looked for a drink. Apple juice, perfect. Filling a tall glass she returned to the fillies’ bedchamber.
By the time morning rolled around, the glass was empty.
“It- it was apple juice,” Scootaloo confessed to Rarity, “Last night I was so thirsty and I just wanted a drink. Sorry I spilled it.” She assumed that Rarity would be rather perturbed, which she was a first, but it was better than letting any of them finding out the truth. Scootaloo grimaced. Just a little white lie, nothing to hurt anypony and it would certainly save her dignity.
“Eww,” commented Sweetie Belle feeling the sticky spot on the sleeping bag, “that’s gross.”
“It’s fine,” Rarity said dismissing the need for further explanation, “I’ll just give it a quick wash before we go. Can’t have you sleeping in this filth for the whole weekend, can we?”
Rarity would be surprised. Filth. It was an apt description. Thinking those thoughts about Rainbow Dash had made her feel rather dirty. Scootaloo felt like each night it was getting worse and worse. Yesterday hadn’t been the first time. And likely wouldn’t be the last. Rainbow, Rainbow, Rainbow, the name still screamed in her mind as the world went about its business.
“Hey Rarity, when do ya think mah sis is gonna get here?” Applebloom inquired, prying attention away from Scootaloo.
“She asked me to be packed so we could leave by noon,” Rarity replied loading the washer, “but I don’t see that happening.” Scootaloo hung her head, “B-because I have so much to pack for our trip yet,” Rarity added quickly.
“As long as we leave today Rare’,” a tan farm mare called from the door, “So try to pack economically, okay?”
“Sis,” Applebloom erupted, “you’re here!”
“Yep,” Applejack confirmed, “so are my little ponies ready to go camping?” Rarity grumbled, giving her friend a harsh stare. “Not you,” retorted the farmer.
“Mhmm,” said Applebloom, “didja get everything from the farm?”
“Sure did,” Applejack replied, “Ah got apple fritters, apple pies, apple sauce, apple jam, apple…”
Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle rolled their eyes.How predictable. Well, at least they’d have plenty of snacks.
“Uhh, where’s Rainbow?” asked Scootaloo, “I thought she was coming too?”
“She said she’d meet us up at the first camp site,” Applejack answered, “so as long as we’re there before dark.”
“Okay,” shouted Rarity from under a pile of clothes, “I get it!”
The group of mares giggled as the fussy unicorn sighed dramatically. It was going to be an interesting trip.
Chapter 2: Making(out) Camp
“Goodness we’ve been walking for hours!”
“C’mon Rarity, it’s only been fourty-five minutes since we got started. Don’t start complaining now that we’re actually makin’ pretty good time. Well, considerin’ when we left,” Applejack mused.
“Ugh, and in that paltry amount of time I think I’ve actually broken a sweat,” Rarity admitted begrudgingly from atop her mountain of baggage. “Would somepony kindly inform Sweetie Belle to stop the cart? I’d like to get something to nosh on.”
“Good news then Sweetie Belle,” announced Applejack as she nudged the little filly, pulling the cart to a stop, “We’re here.” The farm pony plopped her canteen and saddle bags down onto the soft green earth taking a moment to soak in the beauty of nature.
The campsite wasn’t much, but it would certainly do as a one night waypoint between Windsome Falls and the boutique. A babbling brook ran alongside the clearing, which came equipped with a fire pit. Somepony had even provided four logs for them to sit on. That pony happened to be the daring-doer herself, Rainbow Dash.
“What’s up everypony?” The aerodynamic equine quipped, “Have a fun stroll through the woods?” It was so cool that she already made it to the campsite. Scootaloo wondered how fast she must have flown to get there, given that the whole way traveling Scoots kept her ears open; listening for the pop of a sonic boom.
“It was fine,” Applejack said curtly, eyeing Rarity pulling one of about a thousand bags from her cart, apparently already satisfied with the amount of nature she had taken in for one day, “Jus’ glad we made it here before it got too dark.” Indeed within the last few minutes the woods had dimmed, dusk already upon them, and the ponies no longer able to see past the encircling tree line of their campsite. “Let’s get a fire started,” Applejack recommended.
As the ponies unpacked, a large decompression was heard from the far end of the clearing. Suddenly, from the same direction, a mansion erected surrounded by a flourish of magic. While the other ponies were content to pitch tents, Rarity appropriated something more sensible: two levels of compactible accommodations. Pillows, rugs, blankets, sheets; a full contingent of necessities levitated into the bottom level. Not to mention a ‘meager’ ration of clothes to live off of. Rarity only prepared enough outfits for one per hour, hardly enough. She would have to try better not to get too sweaty. Sweetie Belle cringed in embarrassment, Applebloom considered how lucky Sweetie Belle was to have a sister that believed in travelling with a full contingent of amenities at her disposal, and Scootaloo imagined what sleeping in a structure that resembled a moon-bounce was like.
“Now where do I put this?” Rarity wondered aloud, wheeling a cappuccino maker around the camp.
“Does that even count as camping?” Rainbow Dash pointed out. “I mean, a coffee maker, seriously?”
“A portable barista, Dash,” corrected the Rarity, waving off what she assumed was an insult with a hoof. “It makes cappuccinos, not coffee. And let’s see what happens when you’d like an after-dinner drink and have nothing prepared.”
Applejack lifted her foreleg to her face, splaying it to show Dash what she had to put up with all afternoon, “See what I mean?” Rainbow Dash giggled a bit at the comment. Amusing as it was to see their unicorn friend out of her element, Dash was glad she flew to the campsite for exactly that reason.
“Oh Sweetie Belle,” cooed Rarity, ignoring her friend’s snickering, “could you run and get some flowers for this vase?”
Consigned to help in exchange for getting her sister to go on the trip in the first place, Sweetie Belle begrudgingly agreed. Rainbow didn’t waste the opportunity to continue the joke.
“Oh Scootaloo,” she feigned a sophisticated tone, “Would you be a dear and kindly gather some branches for the fire?”
The three fillies broke out in a fit of laughter. Even AJ cracked a smile, if Rarity was going to be this persnickety about camping the least she could do was put up with some playful ribbing.
“No, seriously though Scoots, get some wood.” Dash hoofed in the direction of the nearest tree stand.
The multicolored mare could have asked for anything and Scootaloo would have done it. Immediately the filly ran off to scour the area for kindling.
“Applebloom?” called Applejack, “How’s about you help me get dinner started?”
“Sure thing sis," the little bloom consented, joining her sister over by the supplies.
“Eeyyaaahhh,” Rainbow Dash yawned, “think I’ll rest my hooves awhile.” She stretched her cyan body out on one of the logs near the fire pit, trying to rid the tiny aches and pains of the day’s flight. She preened at her backside before making conversation, “So AJ, why don’t you tell me what Braeburn was doing over at Sweet Apple Acers the other day?”
Hesitation. Applejack could have pretended not to hear Rainbow Dash, if not for the fact she had been looking right at her. Also, not shuttering when she brought up the topic would have helped.
“Um…” Applejack started. Pausing any longer would be awkward, but the more she sought an explanation, the more elusive the words became. Applebloom wondered what all the fuss was about, after all Braeburn came over all the time, but decided it was better to just peel carrots and eavesdrop undetected.
“Never you mind Rainbow,” Applejack finally managed, knowing full well her pregnant pause birthed a ton of questions between her two friends. Using her hoof to stir applesauce, she decided to elaborate, lest Rarity or Rainbow decide to fill in the details themselves. “He only came over to pick up a few farmin’ supplies was all. Nothing fancy,” She was always a terrible liar.
“Are you sure that’s all it was? Because I’m going to take a wild guess and say they have apple-picking supplies in Appaloosa,” Rainbow prodded. AJ snorted, signaling Rainbow was getting close to the truth. “So I guess you don’t mind that I asked him to go with me to the Wonderbolt’s Airshow next weekend?”
“What? He never agreed to that! He’s gonna go with me to the rodeo,” Applejack sputtered, displaying uncharacteristic concern, “Err, you know… ‘cause he likes the rodeo and stuff. I told him I was busy, but he insisted.”
A sly smile spread across Dash’s face, farm pony walking clumsily into a trap. Sure the stunt mare usually preferred flights of fancy to the acrobatics of conversation, but if proportionately entertaining, it could hold her attention. And it seemed like this topic was going to be particularly juicy. Applebloom saw Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo return to camp, but headed them off. The red-headed filly was just as anxious as Rainbow Dash to hear whatever tidbit her sister would divulge next, silencing her friends with a hoof. They joined her prepping food, well within earshot of the conversation.
“You realize he’s your cousin don’t you?” Rainbow Dash asked rhetorically.
The farmer continued to stay tight lipped; embarrassed she might have said too much already. Distractedly, she stirred the applesauce harder, each pass accelerating until droplets of the pounded mash flew out of the bowl and onto the ground.
“A distant cousin,” AJ amended, not being able to come up with a convincing argument. Rainbow Dash didn’t seem overly concerned with the distinction though, which Applejack hated. The pegasus was rustling feathers just to rustle feathers. Rainbow bit down on a celery stalk.
Crunch. Cellulose walls fractured against teeth. Like a twig snapping underhoof.
“Oh Rainbow Dash, you shouldn’t tease her so much,” Rarity commented from over where she was lounging. Deciding to forgo the log in favor of a plush red velvet sofa, Rarity laid belly up, sipping liquor from a glass. It was too dark for sunglasses, but the opal unicorn still hadn’t taken her hat off from earlier that day. “If you want my opinion, I think they’re kind of cute together.”
Applejack blushed, having received the Rarity seal of approval on her budding relationship. Dash scrunched up her nose and stuck out her tongue. “Ewww, how can you even say something like that? Now I’m going to have this image of Applejack clopping-off to her cousin stuck in my head all night.”
Clopping-off? Applebloom wondered what that meant. She heard a few of the ponies at school bring it up once or twice jokingly or hushed tones, but she never really knew what they meant. Was it somehow using your hooves to do something?
“Oh, it’s just a harmless crush,” Rarity countered, “Not everything has to be serious, obviously. Besides, I don’t see you making it with any stallions lately.” The jab cut deep at the posturing Pegasus, making her jump when she got the chance for rebuttal.
“Hah, as if one stallion could ever be enough for me,” she boasted, throwing a hoof up in the air for an imaginary hoof-bump. “I’ve handled loads of colts. My smooth moves aren’t just for show you know.” Rainbow propped herself up against the log, pumping her pelvis back and forth one to show off her ‘moves.’
Rarity grimaced. The visual evidence not very appealing. Patronizing serious romantic intercourse was so typical of Dash. “Save that for the locker-room. Perhaps if you stopped trying to out-compete every single stallion you meet, and invested a little more time into your-” in an attempt to be discreet in the matter, Rarity covered her nose and gestured broadly,“-overall hygiene, stallions could learn to like you.”
Rainbow crossed her hooves in a huff, which wasn’t a wise decision since the odor from a day’s worth of activity wafted out her pores, proving Rarity’s point. However arguing was just another form of competition, and Rainbow wasn’t going to let anypony else have the last word, especially Rarity.
“Pffftttthhhpt,” the rainbow mare’s tongue fluttered between her lips, spewing little flecks of uneaten, but chewed, celery. “I bet I’ve gotten a lot more action than you. You’re so afraid to get your hooves dirty I wouldn’t be surprised if you don’t buck anything less sterile than that custom crystal dildo you keep stashed under your bed.”
Rarity’s complexion burned rouge. Sure the unicorn enjoyed having a little fun at her friend’s expense, but Rainbow bit back harder than expected. She wasn’t playing fair.
So that’s what that thing was, Sweetie Belle confirmed, a dildo. The times she had been under her sister’s bed she always discovered interesting things, but that funny smelling cylindrical weight had always alluded her as to its purpose. Sweetie wondered what it was somepony actually did with this ‘dildo.’ Though she could deduce by her sister’s discretion that it was likely a private affair. Like going to the bathroom?
“Well at least other ponies can stand my company. No pony wants to get close enough to smell you. It’s called a shower Rainbow Dash! I think even you would remember the basics of feminine hygiene.”
They were all rather ripe from a good deal of walking and sweating. Scootaloo privately wondered what was wrong with the way Rainbow smelled. Sure it was a potent aroma, but it wasn’t particularly bad. Just musty: like a pair of gym socks. Also, the scent was much stronger from the older mares, even though Rarity tried her best to cover it up. It hung in the air, intoxicating and more pleasant than the bland odor wafting off her peers. The orange pegasus decided to stop sniffing the air, her fellow crusaders giving her a concerned look.
“Don’t kid yourself Rarity,” growled Rainbow, “You act like you’ve got all these stallions at your beck and call, but who shows up? Spike? Give me a break, like you’re going to have a serious relationship with Twilight’s baby dragon.”
It wasn’t befitting of a lady to be in denial, but the assault on Rarity’s dignity was too much. She was forced to defend herself.
“T-that’s not true! Why, I had a lovely time when I went to visit Canterlot.”
“Hah! Got together with that frump Fancy Pants, huh? That was weeks ago, and how long’s it been now? Did he ever get back to you?”
“It’s to be expected. He’s busy.”
“Oh right, so one pony shows you a good time and that puts him in contention to be your coltfriend? Sure. At least AJ would have had the decency to offer him a hoof-job for the trouble of putting up with her.”
“Alright that’s quite enough!” Applejack shouted slamming the bowl of applesauce she had been prepping down on the log next to Rainbow Dash. Her name popping up granted her the opportunity to intervene before things got out of control. “I think you’ve both made your point, so there’s no need to get petty and hurl insults back and forth at each other.”
Rarity had hoped bringing up Fancy Pants would be enough to demonstrate she led the kind of social life that she spoke of, but the result left Rarity feeling empty. As much as she was loathe to admit, there was some truth to what Rainbow said. Rainbow struggled with the same emotions. Ego intact, she wondered if she could ever just talk to a stallion, without having to prove she was better than him.
“She started it,” Rainbow simply replied.
“I don’t care who started it, sugarcube. Now we’re going to sit here, enjoy this food, and change the subject.”
“Hey Applejack what’s a hoof-job?” Applebloom decided to ask aloud. The question had been burning in her mind even since Rainbow brought it and her big sister up in the same sentence.
“Aw horse-feathers Rainbow, see what you done?”
Rainbow Dash threw up her hooves, “Don’t look at me. They were going to find out about that stuff sooner or later.”
Rarity decided she could take the lead on educating the fillies as Applejack’s face just burned a deeper red trying to address the question.
“Well my little ponies, a hoof-job is something somepony can do for another pony, to –um, satisfy them,” she concluded.
“Like a blow-job!” Rainbow Dash laughed before her friends shot her a piercing glare, signaling her to keep her comments constructive. And to remember they were in a mixed age group. Sure ponies at that age were inevitably going to have a lot of questions, but she didn't need to make it worse.
“Anyways,” said Applejack, trying to elaborate, “there are some things that some ponies only do when they love each other very much.” She took a large bite of salad greens to avoid saying anything further on the matter.
The interest was there though. Scootaloo banked on the fact that the Crusaders could get Rainbow to divulge more than one or two hints to deviant acts.
“Hey Rainbow, you know I have a coltfriend…” Scoots attempted. If her idol thought having a colt in your life was so important then the orange filly could certainly attempt to demonstrate that she thought so as well.
“Oh yeah, squirt? That’s pretty cool,” the pegasus complimented, “I remember when I used to fool around when I was your age. What’s his name?”
“Err, its uhhh- Rumble,” Scootaloo replied, doing a less than believable job of convincing Rainbow Dash, “yeah him and me, we do all sorts of stuff.” At least it was a pony the others were unlikely to check up on. Plus it was the only stallion that came to mind.
Rainbow raised an eyebrow. Rarity, less subtly, choked on her food. Applejack just stared at Rainbow, daring her to slip out of line again.
After a little chuckle, Rainbow ruffled Scootaloo’s mane, “So, did you already get your first kiss?”
The question stagnated. Scootaloo didn’t want to disappoint, but she also understood the weight of a first kiss. Her fellow Crusaders awaited an answer. Surely they’d be disappointed if they’d missed out on the chance to gab over it.
“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell Rainbow,” Rarity remarked, saving Scootaloo from her obvious lie. Sure she might have hung out with Rumble a few times, but she doubted that it was anything ‘serious’ like the others were referring to. “It’s not polite.”
“Oh, yeah?” challenged Dash, “Well how are these runts ever gonna grow up if they’re too afraid to even kiss anypony? I mean for Celestia’s sake their more repressed than me when I was growing up. I bet they don’t even know what sex is-”
“Oooh! Oooh! I know what sex is!” shouted Sweetie Belle wiggling around seated next to her sister.
“Right…” said Rainbow in disbelief, “I’m sure.”
“It’s when a mommy and daddy get together and the daddy sticks his thing into the mommy’s-” Rarity put a hoof over her sibling’s mouth, cringing. An effort that spilled a portion of perfectly brewed cappuccino all over her sofa, but worth it to protect the other fillies’ virgin ears.
“Okay Sweetie Belle, I think that’s quite enough of that.”
Applejack moved her hooves from over her sister’s ears.
“Hey ya’ll, it’s been a long day. Why don’t we just drop it and get some shut-eye?”
Applejack yawned in an attempt to make the statement seem more convincing. Then she nudged her hopefully still innocent sister to join her in the tent. Rarity took the hint and levitated the dishes and cookery back into their picnic basket, out of the way. Sweetie Belle joined her as they trotted toward their rather grandiose evening accommodations.
“You’re welcome to join us,” Rarity offered to the two leftover mares. Feeling bad for abandoning Scootaloo to whatever hovel Rainbow managed to throw together.
“Nah, we’re good,” said Dash, confident that the pampering would reduce her machismo. “Scoots is built tough like me, so she’s used to roughing it.”
The sister-for-a-night offered a wing, wrapping it around the little filly.
“Plus in our tent, we’re going to have a lot more fun.”
A wink said it all. Those questions Scootaloo had been afraid to ask? The ones everypony talked about in hushed tones or laughed off? Those questions had answers.
As she was about to find out.
