No Good Deed...

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.