No Good Deed...

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 The pleasant afterglow from her orgasm had been replaced by the shivering cold from the adrenaline or terror spiking her body.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.