Like Sisters, Probably

I woke up to the alarm clock with my legs tangled up in Dash. My face had found its way into her mane, but I could still see the morning light as it spilled across its rainbow colours. It was a friggin task to pull myself away from that even for a few seconds to turn off the alarm, I’ll say that much.

Dash stirred as I did that, then I snuggled back in next to her. There had been several moments that, at one point or another, I had considered to be the best moment of my life. Like when Dash had said she’d be like my big sister, when I’d first learned to fly, when I’d gotten my cutie mark. Dash wrapped her forelegs around me, nuzzling against me, and it was definitely the latest best moment of my life. Rainbow Dash had been a part of all those other ones, anyway, so it was all kind of the same thing.

She opened her eyes and looked up at me. “Good morning,” she said. Her eyes were only partly open, and her mane was a mess. I couldn’t do anything but lean in and kiss her. She laughed and kissed me back. We lay there for as long as we could, just kind of pressing our bodies together. I guess that’s what they call cuddling, or whatever. I realized I’d never really done that before, exactly. It was really good.

We could only stay in bed for a bit. Both of us were too restless—there was that specific kind of tension that comes from something big and important happening that day that you knew you had to be up and ready for. When we got out of bed, and I could definitely tell Dash was tense. She was really feeling the trial coming up. Hay, I was feeling pretty tense about it, too.

“Hey, so what do you want for breakfast?” I asked her.

“Oh, just whatever,” she said.

“No, seriously, I’ll make whatever you want. What do you usually have when you’ve got a big day like this? Eggs? Hay sausage? I could make breakfast burritos or, like, this pretty great breakfast scramble that I make sometimes.” I went over and opened the fridge to have a look. “Yeah, I got some green peppers I could put in it, and if you wouldn’t mind peeling some potatoes for me, I could even make up some hash browns, quick,” I said with my head in the fridge, still poking around.

“Uh, wow,” she said. “Yeah, alright. That scramble or whatever sounds good.” She was grinning as I pulled myself out of the fridge. “I didn’t know you could cook!”

“Yeah, a bit, I guess.” I came over to the counter with a bunch of stuff for the scramble. “It’s no big deal or anything. Here, get started with the potatoes and I’ll get the rest going.” I slid over the potatoes and then rifled through several different drawers before I found the peeler, then passed that to her, too.

I couldn’t keep a grin off my face. Like, even with us both being pretty tense, making breakfast with Dash was great. Like, really great. Like, having sex with Dash was unbelievably awesome, but making breakfast with her just made everything that much better. I really let myself enjoy it. Honestly, the whole thing was kind of surreal or something, but then, so was last night. And actually, that morning really felt like it was still part of last night, in a lot of ways—like, it wasn’t quite over yet, is what it felt like. It was still as unbelievable as it was amazing.

We didn’t really talk at all as she peeled the potatoes and I cut up the green peppers and onions while heating up some oil in a pan, but it was great. Once Dash was done with the potatoes she went to go shower while I finished up breakfast. I jerked the pan, tossing the scramble sizzling up into the air before catching it back in the pan again. I heard the water start as Dash got in the shower, and it was weird how awesome the scramble smelled, and how bright and wonderful the light pouring through the window was. Seriously, I was in some kind of daze or something as the scramble finished up cooking.

I popped the scramble, pan and all, into the oven which I had set to low while I waited on the hash browns. That’s the secret to having everything warm when it’s time to serve it—stick whatever’s done first in the oven till everything’s done. Except for the coffee, because that would just be ridiculous. That being said, seeing Dash walk back into the room after showering, with her coat and feathers still a bit damp and her hair tousled after being towelled off, I’m pretty sure I was at least halfway to doing just that before I managed to pull it together.

I somehow got everything onto plates (except the coffee) and on the table. We started eating, and it was amazing. I mean, my scramble was awesome, of course, but just the way the sun was shining in on us, the breakfast smell in the air, and Dash with her damp mane. My eyes stuck on Dash when I got to her. I let myself look at her. Like, really look at her. Before, I’d always have to remind myself that Dash was like my sister, and I wasn’t supposed to look at her like that—but right then, I let myself look at her like that. Dash was definitely the sexiest pony I’d ever even heard of, and I let my eyes just roll over her, taking as much time as they needed and stopping on all the spots they wanted to for as long as they wanted. She glanced up at me and noticed, but she just smiled, fluffling her wings, and continued eating. It really was awesome.

After we were done, we stayed put for a bit, just looking at each other and sipping our coffees. There was definitely some tension in the air, but it felt like it probably was still because of Dash’s flying test. It was hard to know exactly.

“Can I, uh... do you want me to preen your wings?” I asked. If you want to know the truth, I have no idea where that came from. I suppose I was just looking at her wings and kind of thinking about all the times I had wanted them in my mouth. Maybe that sounds a little weird—I think it’s a pegasus thing. Or maybe just a me thing. In any case, the question just kind of popped out.

Dash just looked at me, and I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. I was nervous as hay that I’d flown out of bounds with that one. After a few seconds she said, “Okay.” I probably swooned a little bit or something.

“Alright! Cool. Yeah, I’ll just go brush my teeth first,” I said and darted out of the room. It’s not like this was completely foreign territory for us—she used to do that for me back when I was younger—but there was a whole bigger thing added on to this already super intimate thing, and that was the fact that the second biggest flying test of Dash’s career was later that day. What if I bucked up? What if I tugged out one of her primaries by accident? It was like she was putting her entire career in my hooves on account of a random little thing I had blurted out.

It’s true I was overreacting a little bit—for you non-pegasi, I’ll say that accidentally pulling out a primary while preening is about as easy as ripping off your tail while you’re brushing it, but still. It felt like Dash was trusting me a whole heck of a lot. Along with being terrified, it made me stupidly happy, though. I really did want Dash’s feathers in my mouth.

When I went back into the room, Dash was sitting on the couch and seemed sort of flighty or something, and it wasn’t till I caught a bit of a blush on her face that I realized I was looking at Dash being a little embarrassed. I couldn’t help but grin. It was ridiculously cute—you have no idea.

I got up on the couch beside her and she turned her back towards me. I leaned in and slid my mouth along the first of her feathers, and all that worrying about stuff disappeared as fast as it had come up. It was the same for Dash, if the light sighing noises I caught coming from her were any kind of sign.

That was definitely the part where it felt the most surreal or something. Like everything else just kind of switched off. I was nothing short of shocked when I found myself finishing up, as if no time had passed at all. It was weirdly calming, the whole thing.

When I was done, I wrapped my arms around her, below her wings, and kissed her neck. She turned her head and nuzzled me back as best she could over her shoulder, but as I pulled away she had a sort of distant, distracted look on her face. I kissed her once on the lips. She didn’t really kiss back or anything. We both got up off the couch.

Looking at the clock, it was pretty clear she’d have to get going fairly soon. I let myself have another moment to feel like the night before and that morning was something still happening, and then put it all away. It had been the pretty much the best thing ever, and I was really just so happy that it had happened. It’d be something that, like, I’d always have, you know? That’s how I wanted to think about it. Like, it wasn’t just a crazy fantasy any more, but an actual real memory. And that was awesome. It was also the only way I could let myself think about it.

I mean, yeah, I could’ve held on to some kind of fantasy about the whole thing. But I’d be able to keep that up for all of a day, if that. And that wasn’t worth the kind of whatever that it would put Dash through. I mean, she had the trial coming up that day. I’d be a totally ass to get all on her about everything that’d happened and what it’d meant and all that bullshit—she already had Dust messing stuff up for her and she didn’t need me doing that to her, too, on today of all days.

“Dash,” I started, and quickly realized it was a lot harder to actually say it that it was to think it. “Uh... about last night. And this morning, too.”

“Yeah?” Dash said without a readable expression.

“Well, they were amazing. Like, just so good. But, you know”—I took a breath and then dove into it—“it’s cool if it was just a one-time thing or whatever.”

Dash didn’t say anything for a moment.

“Seriously,” I continued, “don’t even think about this. Obviously I’m totally cool with things being like how they always were between us. Just think about the trial and how you’re going to totally blow away everypony. Kay?”

Dash smiled at me, and once again it wasn’t quite like any of the smiles I’d seen her make before. I didn’t want to think that it was relief that was behind that smile, but that’s probably exactly what it was. Maybe I was kind of hoping she’d say I had it all wrong. She didn’t, though.

“Thanks,” was what she said, and pulled me into a tight hug. When she broke away, there was nothing but her familiar confident grin on her face. We went to the door and I said again how awesome she was going to be and then gave her one more kiss on the lips—which is a typical goodluck thing; everypony knows that, but I made sure to tell her so anyway—and she took off.

I closed the door and leaned back against it, and my head was pretty much spinning. I couldn’t even feel like anything specific—everything was just in a stunned haze. I remember thinking I should’ve been reacting somehow to everything that’d happened, but I was just totally emotionally buzzed. Like, it felt like it’d take till that evening or the next day or a week from that day before anything would sink in, and then I didn’t know what would happen. I’d probably squeal like a totally love-struck filly or start bawling or just want to go masturbate for hours or something.

The only thought I could properly nail down in my head was that I needed to go see Sweetie Belle, and that before that I needed a shower.

* * *

I sort of burst into Carousel Boutique and took off up the stairs without really saying anything to Rarity. That probably irked her or something, but I didn’t care too much. I doubt I even noticed.

I got up to Sweetie’s room, opened the door, and then stopped. I actually had no idea how I was going to go about telling her everything that’d happened. I ended up just standing there watching her sleep. I tried to think it through and figure out where the best place to start would be, but I was still just so buzzed from everything that I barely believed it had even happened. I figured I would just start talking and hope that it didn’t come off as insane as I felt, and shook her awake.

“So, Sweetie: last night. About Dash, right? Well—”

“Mm—what are you talking about?” she grunted, giving me a half-formed glare as she rolled over.

“Last night! Dash came over!”

She was suddenly awake and sat up. “Right! Yeah, what the heck was that?”

“We slept together!” I said without the slightest pause.

“What?” Sweetie's face totally went slack.

I realized that might have been the wrong place to start. "Yeah. I mean, a lot happened first. Like, it was—"

“What?!” Sweetie shouted.

The more I saw Sweetie get to properly freaking out, the more I was sure that had been the wrong place to start.

“Like—sex?! You’re saying you two had sex?!” She was totally losing it.

“Shh! Rarity’s right downstairs!” That didn’t help any.

“I don’t care if your mother’s downstairs!” she yelled louder. “Answer the question! Did you and her have sex?!” All that vocal training sure left that filly with a set of lungs, I’ll say that much.

“Uh... yes. Kay, let me explain—”

“You bet you’re going to explain! Start talking!” I had just been about to before she cut me off.

Anyway, I gave her a quick-version of the night before—about how Dash had come to me because she felt comfortable around me and then finally properly opened up to me, and how she was more than just okay with the fact that I was totally obsessed with her. Sweetie couldn’t wrap her head around that, or understand how awesome that was, but whatever. I also got around to the part where Lightning Dust had been screwing with Dash’s head, but that’s when Sweetie totally cut me off.

“She wasn’t ‘screwing’ with Rainbow Dash,” Sweetie said, still totally emotional about this whole thing, “she was legitimately concerned about her! Lightning Dust thought Rainbow was going to get herself hurt because of their stupid competitiveness!”

“What? That’s not it at all.” I had made a promise to myself not to say anything else to Dash about Dust and what I thought about her—but to Sweetie, it was still fair game. It’s not like I didn’t still totally hate Dust, or anything. Totally the opposite—she was actually messing up Dash now, and that was really badly not okay. “You don’t get it at all.”

“No you don’t get it!” She let out this kind of loud frustrated noise. “How are you—you’re such a bucking idiot!”

Sweetie was, like, actually pissed at me. I had no idea where this was coming from.

“Hey! What the buck? Remember the part where I was totally happy with how things are between me and Dash now?”

“Scootaloo! There’s nothing between you two! You were the one who told her that! A ‘one-time thing’!”

That ticked me off. “ ‘Nothing between us’? There’s a shit-ton between us! There’s more between me and Dash than anyone else—except, like, maybe you!”

“And do we randomly have sex for no reason?!”

“No—I mean, there’s just something... extra between me and Dash now than there was before. Nothing’s changed!”

“Nothing’s—? What—buck! You know what? Alright! Fine!” She took a breath and calmed down a bit finally. “I don’t even sort of believe you, but whatever.” She looked right at me, and suddenly she looked all mad again. “But if you get hurt because of this, I’m never going to forgive Dash.”

“That’ll show her.”

“I’m serious!”

“Yeah, alright, alright, I get it. You’re making way too big a deal out of this.”

“Am I?”

“Well... okay, you’re making the wrong deal out of this.”

We just sat there for a bit. I knew anything I said would just set her off again, and I’m guessing Sweetie was thinking the same thing. It would’ve made a lot of sense for me to leave just then, but I didn’t. “So what are your plans for today?” was what I asked.

Sweetie kept looking at me for a minute before she said, “I got a rehearsal later today.”

“Oh, cool. Hey, can I come sit in on it?” I asked. Sweetie blinked.

“Uh, I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“What do you mean? I’ve hung out at your rehearsals before.”

She frowned and looked off to the side. “I just think it’s best if you don’t today.”

“What? Why not?”

She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Celestia! Take a hint for once.” I still wasn’t getting it. “I don’t want to be around you right now!” she said way louder than she needed to. That stung.

“Hey! Come on! You don’t even have to talk to me! I won’t even make any noise!”

“Why do you want to come to my practice at all?”

I looked away from her. She clearly wasn’t going to give me a break until I just said it. “I’m... barely keeping it together right now, alright?” I glanced up at her quickly. “Like, I’m not sad or anything, just—it’s kind of a lot to... it’s just a lot. I mean, whatever! Just let me come. Why are you making this into a big deal, too?” Yeah, I know I was the one making a big deal about that one, and I didn’t really know why. I just knew that going home right then wasn’t what I wanted to do, and that being around Sweetie Belle was.

Sweetie looked like she was waffling on it and it really made me nervous, to tell you the truth. Like if she said “no” it’d be the worst thing ever for some reason.

“Alright, fine,” she said finally, and I was totally relieved. Suddenly I felt great again.

“Awesome!” I said. “How about I go out and get us breakfast? What do you want? I’ll pay for you and everything!” She rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on her face as she told me a muffin from Sugarcube Corner would be great.

I went out to get that, and I guess Sweetie showered or something while I was out, and then I made her a coffee and we sat in the kitchen to eat. Rarity was sitting nearby, and just as we were finishing eating, something occurred to me.

“Hey, Rarity,” I said.

“Yes, Scootaloo?” she said, not looking up from the magazine she was looking through.

“Did you hear anything me and Sweetie were talking about this morning?”

Sweetie kicked me under the table and gave me a stink-eye, but Rarity paused for just a second before saying, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, dear,” still not looking up from her magazine.

Sweetie’s expression changed in a snap as she picked right up on something Rarity must’ve let slip somehow. “What did you hear, Rarity?” Sweetie demanded.

“Nothing at all, of course.” Rarity remained perfectly unflustered. “I’ve simple no—”

“Rarity!”

Rarity glanced up at the far wall, a hint of a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Oh, well, perhaps I did hear something about how there may be certain lingering feelings between Rainbow Dash and Lightning Dust. Not that that would be interesting to me in slightest.”

I let out a breath. She’d gotten the wrong idea. Well, not exactly wrong, but nothing I had to worry about.

“Oh?” said Sweetie.

Rarity smiled brightly at Sweetie as she closed her magazine and floated it alongside her as she left the room. Just before she left, she looked back at us. “Ah, and the bit where you were yelling at Scootaloo for having certain relations with a pony that wasn’t you, of course.”

That worked for me. Lightning bolt: dodged. But Sweetie lit up bright red as was getting all ready to shout something, so I stuck my hoof in her mouth. I turned to Rarity and said, “Yes! Exactly what you’re thinking—that’s how it is!” and grabbed Sweetie and took off, leaving behind a very confused-looking Rarity.

“Wha—I can’t even—and you!” Sweetie spluttered as I dragged her along. She broke free and spun me around to glare at me.

“What’s the issue?” I said, shrugging my wings. “She totally got the wrong idea! No worries.” Sweetie didn’t look convinced. “Oh, as if she was the first pony ever to think you and me were like that. I’m, like, a super lesbian! Everyone knows that! Me and another girl hanging out all the time? Obviously doin’ it.”

Sweetie tried to give me a huge sigh, but could tell she was laughing a bit. We hung out for a while, and then she went to her practice and I came along. It was with Lyra, and it was great just to sit and listen to them run things. Sweetie caught my eye part way through and smiled, and things seemed fine between us again.

Afterwards, we went to get ready for the Pinkie Pie party that was going to be that night. Pinkie had two banners ready: the one that’d go up depended on how a flying test finishing up right around then had gone.