Scootaloo x Trixie
Scootaloo’s lungs burned like mad. Her wings were beginning to cramp up and sweat poured into her eyes, making them burn not unlike her muscles. She strained headlong into the wind, grunting with each new wave of pain that shuddered through her.
’Pain is weakness leaving the body.’ She recalled Rainbow Dash’s words, doing her best to block out the muscle-straining effort she put into each new gain. Her eyes clenched shut, tears leaking out and down her cheeks. She could do this. Today would be the day she would finally beat this challenge.
She should have told that to the ground, because it seemed pretty damned intent on proving her wrong. With a grunt, Scootaloo face-planted into the grass, skidding along a few inches before coming to a halt, her hind legs bent over her back until they rested on either side of her head – a position she wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with.
“Alright, Scootaloo!” Rainbow Dash swooped in and helped her protégé right herself, grinning warmly. “You made it fifteen feet today!”
Scootaloo could have cried. The course Rainbow Dash had her running was an introductory course that any young filly ought to have been able to navigate, no matter how far along they were in their training. It was a light workout for any normal pegasus. They just had to fly headlong into a gentle breeze. For Scootaloo, it might as well have been as impossible as fighting gale-force winds.
Fifteen feet was an improvement over her previous efforts, but any normal pegasus would have made it all the way through without any issue whatsoever. To Scootaloo, fifteen feet was as good as saying ‘You didn’t fail as hard as you think you did.’ But fail she did and it was weighing on her. She hung her head, tears brimming at her eyes.
“Hey, don’t be so down on yourself-“
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Rainbow Dash.” Scootaloo cut her off, turning to her scooter forlornly. She donned her helmet and fluttered off without a further word, moving markedly more fast on the ground than she would ever be able to in the air. The air stung her eyes enough to burn away the tears, and she rapidly put some distance between herself and the ever-frustrating problem of her inability to fly properly.
But ponies can only run so far before their problems catch up to them. Scootaloo managed to make it home before the tears began. She threw her helmet aside, dumped her scooter inside the door, and collapsed onto her bed as the tears began. They flowed fast and free, tightening her chest with each new sob, each new despondent sniffle. She cried until she had no more tears and fell into a fitful, hungry sleep.
Her dreams weren’t much of a help either. The fitful sleep she partook of was interrupted by laughing ponies, roaring winds, and the tear-jerking sight of her own scooter broken to pieces. She awoke before the sun, tears dotting her pillow and a vicious headache doing its best to beat her brain out of her skull. She shuffled into the bathroom to stand unmoving under the stream of blissfully hot water.
“When am I ever going to be able to fly?” She asked nopony in particular. After watching the water circle the drain for long enough, Scootaloo shut the water off and began her day, albeit a little slower than usual. She was beginning to grow tired of not being able to fly. Sweetie Belle had her magic studies well in-hoof, and Twilight had said she was somewhat of a prodigy in her teenage years. Applebloom was growing herbs and brewing potions with ease, and had even begun talking about setting up a business of sorts.
But Scootaloo could not fly. Her friends were perfectly capable of doing the things they were supposed to be doing, but she couldn’t even manage a beginner’s exercise. At least she had managed to find her talent in fixing broken things. She had become somewhat of a go-to repairpony for the town of Ponyville, and they called on her services more and more often.
She was happy enough when her head was buried into a steam engine, or she was sweating hard over one particularly nasty bolt on one of Applejack’s malfunctioning stills, but her daily flight lessons were becoming more and more difficult to cope with. Yesterday’s failure still wore heavy on her heart as she plowed through breakfast and began to make her way to the first appointment of the day.
Heavy enough to send her plowing into the back of a parked cart. Scootaloo grunted as her scooter was flung off to the side and her forwards progress halted. When she picked herself up, a blue-coated unicorn stood over her with a fretful look on her face.
“Oh my goodness, are you okay?!” The unicorn helped her up, frowning with concern. Scootaloo just brushed dirt off her coat with a shrug. She was rather toughened to collisions of late.
“I’m fine. Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Still, Trixie is sorry you had to run into her! Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Like I said, I’m fine.” Scootaloo got a good look at the unicorn, taking in her attractive features with an appraising eye. Her deep blue coat was rather well off-set by her brilliant white mane, hanging long down her neck. Scootaloo recognized her after a short while, her smile turning to a frown.
“You’re Trixie,” She said guardedly. “You made all that trouble a few years ago…” Much to her surprise, Trixie’s face turned sad and she heaved a sigh. Scootaloo hated to admit it, but Trixie looked not unlike herself just then. Still, the not-too-distant memory of the trouble this particular unicorn had made kept Scootaloo wary. She snatched her scooter, ready to zip off at the first sign of trouble.
“It figures the first pony I meet in Ponyville remembers that before all else…” Trixie mewled, glancing at Scootaloo before turning to the cart she had crashed into just a few moments ago. “I’ll just try to fix my cart and turn around, I suppose…”
“Huh?” Scootaloo perked up a bit at that, watching as Trixie slunk off around the corner of the becalmed cart. She followed cautiously, more out of curiosity than anything else. Trixie gestured weakly to a shattered axle on her cart, just out of Scootaloo’s previous line of sight.
“I was on my way into town to meet a… Well, what I had hoped would be a friend when this happened.” Trixie looked Scootaloo up and down, her eyes lingering on the orange pegasus’ cutie mark. The hammer-and-screwdriver effectively branded Scootaloo as a repairpony, and already she was dissecting the problem.
“I can fix this.” Scootaloo was already setting her helmet aside, fishing around in her saddlebags for the proper tools. “Do you have a spare?”
“Somewhere in the back… I’ll go get it.” Trixie’s face was a mixture of thankfulness and confusion just then, but Scootaloo could care less. Trixie might be borderline evil with the nasty things she did, but she had a problem, and Scootaloo was nothing if not helpful. Her depression at her inability to fly soon evaporated in favor of focusing on a problem. She detached the broken axel and graciously accepted the new one from Trixie. It took her a few minutes of fiddling, but she managed to get it in place so she could secure it.
“That ought to do it.” Scootaloo wiped sweat from her forehead with a smile at Trixie. “Hope you can get into town now. I can recommend somepony who knows more about carts than I do, if you’d like.”
“Thank you.” Trixie’s expression had finally decided to settle on a warm smile of thanks, and her horn glowed as she fetched a pouch of coins from the cart. “How much-“
“Don’t worry about it.” Scootaloo waved the payment off. “I work for free. Fixing problems is plenty enough for me.”
“Oh, but… I can’t just accept your help for free…” Trixie stumbled between passing the bits off and putting them back for a few moments. Scootaloo just smiled and pushed the pouch of money away.
“Sure you can. Just put those up and get on your way. Tell your friend I said hello, whoever they are.”
“H-hey, wait!” Trixie flustered just as Scootaloo was about to get back on her scooter and leave. “A-at least allow me to, I don’t know… Help somehow…”
“I dunno how you can help me out.” Scootaloo mused, leaning against the bar of her scooter with a soft sigh. “I don’t really have anything to be helped out with.”
“W-well…” Trixie glanced at Scootaloo’s laughably-small wings, and she obviously managed to make the connection between them and Scootaloo’s land-based mode of transportation. “I can help you fly!”
“Can you now?” Scootaloo deadpanned. She had heard plenty of cure-all fixes for her flightless-ness, from plenty of unicorns and pegasi both.
“I can!” Trixie puffed up, her horn glowing as she fetched what looked like a thick book from her cart. Scootaloo glanced at the title in some ancient language she didn’t understand. “With this book, I’ve got knowledge nopony’s known of for millennia!”
“Uh huh.” Scootaloo was unconvinced. She mounted her scooter, stretching her wings to get ready to go.
“W-wait!” Trixie loomed in front of her, stopping Scootaloo’s departure. “I swear, it works! I wouldn’t even BE in Ponyville if it weren’t for this book. Just look for yourself!” Trixie’s horn glowed even more densely as she all but shoved the book into Scootaloo’s face, filling her vision with dusty, cracked pages.
Scootaloo frowned at the page, noting a rather plain diagram there. The diagram was pretty straightforward, with a picture of a pegasus sporting small wings. The diagram went on to show a few more pictures of the same pegasus, their wings growing larger and larger.
“So… It grows wings?”
“Which seems to be your problem!” Trixie batted the book aside, grinning in Scootaloo’s face. “Please, let me help you out! As payment for fixing my cart!”
“Well…” Scootaloo scratched the back of her neck. “I don’t know…” Twilight had tried several magical fixes already, and she was a Princess. Trusting somepony less powerful than a princess at a subject they had already failed at wasn’t too high on Scootaloo’s list of ‘shit I’d consider doing.’ Then again, the book looked ancient. As far as she knew, Trixie very well may have stumbled upon something long forgotten, some archaic fix for her predicament.
“Fine.” Scootaloo resigned herself with a sigh. If only to watch Trixie’s cute face light up like a fireworks display. “I’ll give it a try. But if it doesn’t work-“
“I promise you it will!” Trixie beamed, her horn already glowing. Scootaloo lifted her hooves frantically.
“N-not right now! Later on! Like tomorrow or something!”
“Oh.” Trixie’s horn died down as she paused. “That’s fine. Where can I find you?”
“I live just up the road there, by the pond.” Scootaloo gestured back the way she had came, up the short road leading from her home to Ponyville. “Anytime tomorrow works well for me.”
“Very well! The Great and Helpful Trixie shall see you then!” Trixie beamed and swept Scootaloo’s hoof up with both of hers, shaking it vigorously. “Thank you very, very much!”
“D-don’t m-mention it.” Scootaloo felt shaken, if a little flustered. Trixie was awfully cute, and having her sweep in so suddenly was a rather shocking affair. Trixie wasted no time hooking herself up to her cart, resigned to hauling it into town on her own, it seemed. Scootaloo just shook her head and buzzed off, already late for her first appointment.
All the while, she couldn’t help but imagine what it’d be like to have larger wings. To finally be able to fly.
Scootaloo started a bit as her front door shook with the force of somepony pounding on it. Stilling her heart, she went to peer through the eyehole at whoever it was. With a slight smile, she remembered Trixie was visiting that day. The blue unicorn beamed as Scootaloo opened the door and ushered her inside.
“Home sweet home.” Scootaloo chuckled, closing the door behind Trixie. Her guest looked at the modest furnishings with a faint smile.
“Lovely décor.” She muttered off-hoofedly. Scootaloo ignored her and went to go start something for them to drink. Trixie wasted no time pulling the dusty old tome from her saddlebags and propping it open on the table. She soundlessly mouthed words from the text while Scootaloo set water to boil and fetched sugar for their tea. As soon as two steaming cups were served, Trixie appeared to have finished.
“I’ve been studying the book since yesterday to get a handle on the spell. Everything should go according to plan.” Trixie blew on her tea, sparing a quick glance to Scootaloo. “It says this is the ideal spell for pegasi who struggle with flight. Long before Cloudsdale was founded, this book was written for Pegasi who were raised on the ground, and had difficulty flying.”
“That makes sense.” Scootaloo blew on her own tea, cooling it as best she could before taking a tentative sip. “Ponies who don’t grow up on clouds tend to not fly very well…”
“That’s what I’m thinking led to the development of this spell. Here, let me see your wings.” Trixie gestured with a hoof for Scootaloo to turn around. She obliged, waiting for Trixie to get on with whatever it was she had planned. From somewhere behind her, Trixie devolved into a set of ‘hmm’s and ‘oh’s.
“What, uuh… What are you looking at back there?” Scootaloo had to ask after a few long moments. Trixie seemed to start, almost as if she had forgotten she was looking at a real, live specimen.
“I’m comparing your wings to those in the diagram.” Trixie muttered. “Now shush, I need to see if your anterior-“ She muttered the next, making Scootaloo strain to hear her. To no avail, unfortunately. Rather than press the matter, Scootaloo resigned herself to being surveyed. It took some time, but Trixie finally seemed to arrive at a conclusion. Scootaloo had learned not to rush unicorns. They liked to take their time getting places.
At least, Sweetie Belle did whenever Scootaloo used her-
“Ahem.” Trixie cleared her throat, her horn glimmering as she hoisted the book. “We’re going to begin.”
“Right.” Sctooaloo closed her eyes and took a deep breath. ’She has the best of intentions, and no unicorn in their right mind would cast a bit of magic they didn’t know the effects of… Right?’
“Here we go.” Trixie’s horn began to glow even brighter, dimming the bright lamps in Scootaloo’s living room. Scootaloo felt the magic grip her body, tingling all over her coat. She was lifted off her hooves, the very edges dangling just out of reach of the floor. While this wasn’t the first time she’d been the subject of a mysterious spell, it was the first time it had been anypony other than Twilight or Sweetie Belle. Those two she trusted implicitly. Trixie, given her track record, wasn’t the most trustworthy of unicorns.
But she didn’t really have a choice anymore. The only thing worse than interrupting a unicorn in the middle of casting a spell was giving her an orgasm – a lesson learned the hard way. Scootaloo wasn’t about to stop Trixie, one way or the sticky other.
Then the pain began. Scootaloo gave a clipped cry as her wings began to throb. She could feel each feather, each miniscule tendon as it lit on fire, ripping through the nerves on her back mercilessly. Tears brimmed in her eyes, and her jaw hung open listlessly.
This HURTS. Oh sweet Celestia, I can’t- I CAN’T HANDLE THIS!
As soon as it began, it was done. Scootaloo was unceremoniously dropped onto her hooves, and shortly after, her face. Her wings twitched and shuddered in the aftermath of such an intense blast of pain. She was still crying when Trixie began apologizing.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Oh my gosh, are you okay?!”
“F-fine.” Scootaloo whimpered, her mind finally done coping with the intense pain. “Th-that really… REALLY hurt…”
“I’m so sorry! I never thought the spell would do that! Oh, please forgive me!”
“Hey, what’s done is done.” Scootaloo tentatively stretched the muscles along her back, her wings opening and closing slowly. “They don’t hurt anymore…”
“Well, I can see where the pain might have come from.” Trixie’s horn glowed once more as she grasped a small mirror from the living room wall. “Look.”
Scootaloo looked into the mirror and at her wings. Her newer, larger, better wings! They had at least doubled in size! While they might not have been quite as large as a normal pegasus’ wings, they were markedly larger than her old wings were! Scootaloo flapped them slowly, getting a feel for the more substantial weight, the feel of air resistance against her feathers. She could feel her weight lift off her hooves a little, teasing her with the tantalizing promise of airborne adventures.
“Woah! I… I can fly!” Scootaloo flapped a few more times, slowly coming up off her hooves. Her wings were working! The spell had worked!
’I can fly!’
Giving an excited squeal, Scootaloo plastered her lips against Trixie’s, joy and excitement flowing over. She bolted for the door, half-running, half-flapping her way there. She left Trixie aside as she flapped hard, harder than she ever had in her life. Her wings were still small, but so was she. She was lighter than Rainbow Dash was when she was Scootaloo’s age. Scootaloo grimaced at the sky, that imposing blue beast she could never quite reach, and flapped harder.
Her hooves skimmed the uppermost leaves of the treetops, and she was off.
“Haah… Haah…”
“You look tired.” Trixie smiled as Scootaloo came in out of the late-afternoon sky, her flanks drenched in sweat.
“Flying. All day.” Scootaloo panted, her giddy smile still not quite done with her face just yet. “Th… THANK YOU.” She managed to pant, grinning at Trixie. “Never… Woulda… Been able t’ do it… Without you.”
“Without the book, you mean.” Trixie grinned as she hefted the dusty old book. “You have Starswirl to thank for his research.”
“Where did you FIND that book?” Scootaloo gasped, finally catching her breath.
“Some old library in Trottingham.” Trixie waved her hoof dismissively. “It took some digging, but I was helping one of the librarians out there a while back and stumbled upon this gem. I had to bring it to Princess Twilight immediately. I knew she’d love it.”
“How did she like it?” Scootaloo nodded towards her house, inviting Trixie inside. She suddenly remembered she had left the blue unicorn in her kitchen unceremoniously. Trixie had either hung around all day, or had left and come back during her long flight. Trixie followed respectfully, her eyes fixed on the book.
“She said it was an interesting find, but she’s busy for the next few days. She didn’t want me to leave with it, though. So I’m going to go see her again after the weekend.”
“Oh.” Scootaloo frowned. “If this book is really important-“
“It isn’t.” Trixie sighed. “It’s a good discovery, but aside from the wing-growth spell, there really isn’t much of anything innovative or important in it. This is more of a collection-building book than anything world-breaking.”
“Still.” Scootaloo huffed, pulling open cupboard doors to survey what all she had to eat. “It’s a new book with new spells. If Twilight’s half as interested in magic as everypony says she is, whatever else she has going on can wait.”
“I dunno, it seemed awfully important.” Trixie shook her head and set the book on Scootaloo’s dinner table. “I’m not against waiting. I just wish it didn’t get so cold out at nights…”
“You… Don’t have a place to stay?” Scootaloo lowered her eyebrows, halfway between pulling a can of soup out of the cupboard.
“I stay in my cart,” Trixie gestured towards the door. “I’m used to it.”
“Hey, that’s not fair.” Scootaloo set the can aside, turning to face Trixie with a serious look. “I may have fixed your cart, but fixing my wings is way more payment than I could ever have asked for. No, I’ll not have it.”
“Have what?” Trixie’s blush did nothing to offset the confusing look on her face.
“You’re staying here.” Scootaloo stomped into her living room and began shuffling about, cleaning away a space for Trixie to sleep.
“I-I couldn’t!” Trixie flustered, following Scootaloo into the quaint living room. “Th-that’s WAY too much to ask-“
“You’re not asking,” Scootaloo muttered with a throw pillow in her teeth. She tossed it onto one of the recliners near the front window. “I’m offering. And, in case you didn’t know,” She bucked another, larger pillow off of the couch, fully opening it up for Trixie to sleep on. “It’s rude to deny an offer.”
“I-I-I…” Trixie continued to stammer, her mouth opening and closing rapidly. Scootaloo just grinned at her until she managed to close her lips and settle on an answer. “Well, the spell DOES take three days to complete, so I’d have to come back here anyways! The Great and Po- eer, Planned Trixie knew all along!” She flipped her white mane over her neck and looked at Scootaloo with a haughty, if thankful smile. “I accept.”
“Alright!” Scootaloo grinned as she threw a hoof over Trixie’s back. “It’ll be just like the sleepovers I used to have as a filly.”
“I’m just glad I don’t have to sleep in the cold.” Trixie mumbled, eyeing the couch eagerly. Scootaloo was pretty tapped after her day-long flight herself, and she fought to stifle a yawn. Scootaloo returned to the kitchen to finish cooking their dinner. And then she had to get some sleep.
Tomorrow, she’d forget the scooter, and fly to work instead.
The day dawned bright and cheery, despite it being mid-autumn. Trailers of fog dissipated in the early-morning sun, chased away by the bright rays filtering through faded leaves. Scootaloo stretched languorously, feeling the strain in the muscles of her newly-forged wings. She felt like a whole new pony. The flight yesterday had been an incredible experience. She had flown to Sweet Apple Acres, all the way up to Rainbow Falls, zipped by Rainbow Dash’s house, and all around Ponyville. There was no waiting for slow ponies to move, or dodging elderly, or getting smacked in the face with branches. Scootaloo felt so free and unhindered.
She felt like a Pegasus.
“Good morning, Trixie!” Scootaloo beamed as she tromped downstairs. Her unicorn guest had already risen for the morning, and was busy reading the same book she had cast the spell out of just yesterday.
“G’mornin’.” She muttered absently, apparently absorbed. Scootaloo just chuckled and set about to boiling oatmeal for the two of them. The scent of food seemed to rouse Trixie enough that she set the book aside and came to join Scootaloo in the kitchen. “Are you ready for the second stage of the spell today?” Trixie asked happily. Scootaloo grinned over her back.
“You bet your tail I am. Pain aside, yesterday was awesome!”
“I think I managed to find something that will help with that, actually.” Trixie’s horn leapt to life as she grasped the book and brought it forth once more. “A pain spell, to help dull the nerves and make things a little easier to bear.”
“Oh thank goodness.” Scootaloo let a breath out. “Because I was trying to, you know… Psych myself out.”
“Understandable.” Trixie chuckled. “That didn’t look too pleasant yesterday. I’m ready whenever you are.”
“After breakfast.” Scootaloo beamed, dumping oatmeal into the boiling water. Trixie smiled and picked her book up once more, content to wait until the food was ready. They ate in silence, but both ponies appeared eager to get on with it. They ate as quickly as the hot oatmeal would cool and padded into the living room for the second round of spell-casting. Trixie held the book in her magic as she surveyed Scootaloo’s larger wings, muttering incoherently to herself while Scootaloo was forced to sit there and listen. It was all she could do to not dance about, eager to be an even better flier than she had been yesterday.
“Okay. First, the pain spell.” Trixie’s horn sparked as she cast what Scootaloo could have guessed was an easier, smaller spell. Indeed, she could no longer feel anything along her back. It was a strange sensation, one that made her writhe on the spot. “Right. Now that that’s over with… Are you ready?”
“More than ready.” Scootaloo brimmed with confidence, her smile wide and eager. “Let’s do this.”
“Okay, then… Haah…” Trixie’s horn glowed, much brighter and with an incredible amount of sound. Scootaloo almost winced at the sudden eruption of sound and light, spots dancing before her eyes. She felt a shifting along her back, accompanied by a rather sickening popping sound. She could feel her coat over the rest of her body shifting and twitching in time with the pops. Her breakfast was threatening to return.
“Done, and done.” Trixie panted as the spell terminated, her body sagging slightly. She was beaded with sweat, but her smile betrayed how happy she was. “Take a look.” She grasped the same mirror from yesterday and hefted it in front of Scootaloo’s face, giving the orange pegasus a look at her new wings.
Hew new, magnificent, perfect wings.
“Oh my gosh.” Scootaloo breathed. Her wings were normal now. She looked like a normal pegasus. No stunted little flimsy things poking out of her back, no more inept attempts at flight. The pain spell faded away, and she could feel them. They had weight. When she flexed them, the rest of her body moved in conjunction. They were a part of her now.
Her very own, very beautiful, very perfect wings.
“Eer… Scootaloo? You’re crying.”
“THEY’RE PERFECT!” Scootaloo wailed, throwing her forelegs around Trixie’s neck. She bawled happily into Trixie’s mane, not entirely aware of the gentle set of hooves stroking her own mane tenderly. Excitement won out over compassion, though. Scootaloo tore herself away from Trixie and dashed for the door. Her wings were spread and flapping before she had fully left the house.
This time, her hooves cleared the treetops, and she soared into the sky faster than she ever would have imagined. The wind roared in her ears, ripped tears from her eyes, and shook her to the very core of her bones. Scootaloo was fast. Faster than she had ever been on the ground, faster than any of her amateur dives yesterday.
And damn it all if she wasn’t the happiest pony in Equestria that day.
“Late night?” Trixie was seated demurely on Scootaloo’s couch when she returned from the long day of work. Scootaloo blushed a little as she shrugged out of her saddlebags.
“Yeah, I, uuh… Had a bit of a battle with an uncooperative wagon wheel, followed by an epic duel with one of the train’s caboose hitches.” Scootaloo had put her new wings to good use that day, flying every which way across Ponyville and back again. There was never a shortage of repair work to be done, but today Scootaloo had actively sought any and all projects she could find.
“Those came for you over the day,” Trixie gestured to the dining room table. Scootaloo perked up as she looked over the various and assorted packages. Many of them were envelopes filled with bits of varying amounts, but a few of them consisted of baskets or boxes or other packages filled with goods.
“Awesome. Carrot Top gave me some of her radishes…” Scootaloo smiled at the plump red vegetable, happy to have them on-hoof in case she wanted a nice snack to go with some ranch dressing.
“You make a good living off of repairing things…” Trixie’s voice came from right beside Scootaloo. She nearly jumped, but calmed herself as she glanced at the sleepy-sounding unicorn.
“Today was just an exceptional day. And none too soon, either. I need to replace my water heater and do some landscaping…” She shoveled all of the bits into a nearby sack and left the produce in the kitchen. “I’m glad I got to help out so many ponies today… And it was all thanks to your spell.” Scootaloo blushed a little as she turned to Trixie. “I, uuh… I’m beginning to feel just letting you stay in isn’t going to be enough.”
“Please,” Trixie rolled her eyes. “Giving me a roof to sleep under is payment enough, Scootaloo. Not to mention the food or anything else. I dare say after this, we could call it even.”
“I don’t think you understand, Trixie…” Scootaloo stepped closer, locking her eyes with the cute blue unicorn’s. “Have you ever felt like everypony around you is better at what you’re supposed to be doing than you are? That you’re just this useless lump of pony flesh, without a destiny, without anything that makes you really, truly special?”
The look in her eyes said it all. Trixie knew exactly how Scootaloo felt. The pain she showed then, that forlorn look of utter loss, where you never felt like you’d fit in, never be able to say you truly belonged…
Trixie had been there.
No…
Trixie was still there.
The kiss happened before either mare could truly believe it. It wasn’t like yesterday, when Scootaloo had flung herself at Trixie in a fit of exuberance and glee. No, this was something else entirely. It was a kiss born entirely out of mutual understanding. Scootaloo could have melted into that embrace. This wasn’t like any of the kisses she and the other crusaders shared. This was something else entirely.
Okay, maybe not completely different… But definitely in a different category. Trixie pressed hard against her, very nearly pushing Scootaloo back with the intensity of their dire kiss. Scootaloo returned the force, though, her lips plastered tight against Trixie’s. They kissed hard enough that their lips were squished, their chests pressed tight. Scootaloo broke away from it with a gasp, her chest heaving with several out-of-control, deep breaths.
’Okay, I’ve had plenty of kisses before. LOTS of kisses. But NOTHING was THAT good.’
“I… I’m sorry!” Trixie stammered, her cheeks bright red. “I-I-I didn’t want to- to-“
“Kiss me again?” Scootaloo offered, smiling faintly. It had been some time since her last partner, and Trixie was certainly beautiful… She was entertaining the thought of delving into Trixie’s luscious white tail when the blue unicorn stepped away, collecting herself with a breath.
“I think… We should go to sleep.” Trixie stated very matter-of-factly. Scootaloo felt her hopes fall immediately, plummeting faster than she would if she had flown as high as she did today, but with her old wings.
“Oh… Okay…” Scootaloo watched as Trixie retreated into the living room, curling up under her loaned blanket on the couch. Forlornly, Scootaloo plodded upstairs and slipped under her covers.
Alone again.
The next day was bleak, to match her mood. The pearly-grey overcast skies seemed dark and heavy, swollen with rain and promising a dreary, depressing day. As Scootaloo descended into her living room, she half-expected to see the couch vacated. But Trixie snoozed peacefully, curled up under the warm blanket. Scootaloo was loathe to rouse her, even if it was to finish out the third and final leg of her wing-spell. Yesterday’s transformation had been magnificent. She wondered how any spell could ever hope to surpass it.
Rather than rouse Trixie, Scootaloo tried her best to quietly prepare breakfast. She settled on a simple salad, which didn’t take too much noise to make. Chopping Radishes, however, made just enough noise to rouse light sleepers. Trixie emerged from her blanket cocoon, her mane looking frazzled and her eyes baggy. Scootaloo didn’t say a word, barely even glanced at her as she finished making breakfast. They ate in silence, Trixie seemingly obsessed with the finely-cut slivers of radish in her salad. Scootaloo felt much the same way. They only spoke once the dishes were clean and they were sipping on orange juice.
“So…”
“Yeah.”
“About last night-“
“Look, I get it.” Scootaloo sighed, hanging her head. “Nopony wants to be with a pegasus so young-“
“What? No. That’s not it at all.” Trixie reached across the table to rest her hoof on Scootaloo’s, her expression somewhere between hurt and imploring. Scootaloo looked at her expectantly. “It’s… It’s just complicated, okay? I’m… I’m not that good dealing with other ponies.” She scoffed a bit, withdrawing to stare down at her orange juice. “Funny, how I strive so earnestly for the spotlight, but as soon as one pony pays me any more attention than momentary adoration, I bumble it like the fool I am…”
“I think I know what you mean.” Scootaloo muttered quietly. “Let’s just say there’s more than one reason the Cutie Mark Crusaders are a duo and not a trio anymore.”
“Cutie Mark Cursaders?”
“Long story,” Scootaloo waved her off. “I… Let’s just say I can’t handle affection from two sources at once… And to them, it was either two or none.”
So they were alike in more than one regard. Scootaloo didn’t know whether she ought to feel relieved or saddened. She settled on a confusing mix of despondency and melancholy. It seemed to suit the mood well that day. The weather, the mood, the feeling in her heart… Scootaloo was cold and tired. She had no appointments that day. She was beginning to entertain the idea of locking herself in her bedroom and crying.
Until an unexpected warmth laid across her hoof. She started a bit, looking at the blue hoof laying atop her own. Trixie’s sniffle drew her attention up to the crying unicorn’s face.
“Trixie…?”
“I’m sorry, Scootaloo.” She muttered. “I didn’t want things to go that far, I just… I just wanted to pay you back for f-f-fixing my cart…” She sobbed, her chest shaking. Scootaloo paused for a moment, watching Trixie shake with the repressed force of her sobs. Slowly, she curled her hoof around the unicorn’s, pulling them just a little bit closer together.
“It’s okay.” She whispered, smiling faintly. “I don’t blame you or anything… It was actually kind of nice.” IN retrospect, it had been far, far too long since her last partner. Scootaloo HAD enjoyed the kiss yesterday… The sudden rejection had been shocking and a little disheartening, but now she was determined to get to the bottom of why Trixie had shut her out like that.
“I mean… I’d kind of like it to happen again…” She blushed a little, scratching her cheek. Trixie looked at her for a few moments, her lower lip quivering for a few tense moments. She seemed to steady herself with a deep breath.
“R-really? I-I’m not… Imposing?”
“Hardly.” Scootaloo had to scoff, smiling despite the tense air. “Things have been so lonely lately, I’d actually kind of like some imposing.”
“Thank you, Scootaloo.” Trixie’s lip quivered again, this time preceding two fat tears that rolled down her cheeks. “Thank you so… So much…”
Scootaloo knew what Trixie was going through just then. It was the same thing she had gone through when she got her cutie mark. Like the first time Sweetie Belle had said ‘I love you.’ And again when Applebloom had said those same words to her.
What Scootaloo hoped Trixie didn’t have to go through was the fallout of those three words.
They sat like that for a long while, Trixie sobbing quietly with Scootaloo on her hoof. Eventually, Trixie composed herself with a few sniffles and a smile. “I’m sorry,” She managed, wiping her face with a hoof. “I don’t mean to break down like this…”
“Hey, it’s fine.” Scootaloo smiled and patted Trixie’s hoof. “Everypony needs to cry now and then. It’s just better when somepony else is there to wipe your tears.”
“Ugh, I must look a mess.” Trixie wiped her eyes once more, chuckling at the moisture she accumulated. Scootaloo nodded towards the stairs she had descended from a short fifteen minutes ago.
“You’re welcome to shower and freshen up if you’d like.”
“I’d like that very much, thanks…” Trixie scooted away from the table and left immediately. Scootaloo was thankful for the chance to collect her thoughts.
’You can’t do this, Scootaloo. Not again. She’s probably way older than you, and she’s had like, a hundred lovers, and she’s way out of your league… No way in a million years. She shot you down just yesterday…
‘But she seems so sad. She reminds me of myself so much it almost hurts… Nope, scratch that, it does hurt. It hurts a lot. I don’t want anypony going through that same pain.
‘But what can I do to help? I’m just some young filly, barely able to fly… There’s no way I could possibly-‘
“Scootaloo?”
“Y-yeah!”
“Do you have any spare towels? I only see the one…”
“Shoot, yeah…” Scootaloo shook herself from her reverie and went to fetch a spare towel for Trixie. “Here you go.” She passed it off, respectfully averting her eyes.
“Thank you. I don’t suppose I could, uuh… Use some of your shampoo and conditioner?”
“S-sure.” Scootaloo’s blush returned. “Use whatever you like.”
“Thank you… Again.”
“D-don’t mention it.”
Scootaloo returned to the dining room table, this time thankfully absent her more serious thoughts. Instead, she was confronted with a whole new dilemma.
’Trixie, that beautiful unicorn, is using MY shampoo and MY conditioner in MY shower, and will be drying off with MY towel…’
“Easy, Scootaloo…” She had to verbally reprimand herself. “She’s a guest. You can’t be thinking those sorts of things about her…”
’Yeah right, as if I could resist… She’s so beautiful, and she knows what I’ve been through, probably better than I do…’
“More orange juice.” She resigned herself to a distraction, albeit a temporary and pulpy one. She drank two glasses before Trixie was done showering. Then she had one more while she finished up doing… Whatever it was she was doing up there. It didn’t take long, and when she emerged she looked much more fresh and clean than she did previously.
“Much better. Thank you, Scootaloo.” Trixie stopped at the edge of the table, fixing her gaze on Scootaloo. “We have one more stage of the spell to complete. Shall we?”
“Sure!” Thankful for a distraction that didn’t weight heavily on her bladder, Scootaloo jumped up and trotted into her living room. Trixie chuckled and followed, hoisting her book into the air with ease. “Now, I’m not certain, since it seems your wings are suitable as they are… But this seems to be a stability spell. One to make them more… Permanent.”
“You mean they won’t last… As they are?” Scootaloo asked, giving a slight gulp of apprehension.
“Tough to say… Enhancements like this are usually dodgy, and will wear off in time. They usually require another spell to solidify them. They function almost specifically in trios, though, so this is normal… One spell to manifest the changes, one spell to finalize the changes, and one more to make them permanent.” Trixie ticked each one off in the air with her hoof, frowning at the text in the book. “It’s such an odd dialect… Like everything is backwards.”
“But… It’s a part of the last two spells, right?” Scootaloo asked quietly.
“Most definitely.” Trixie nodded immediately. “I can say that with certainty.”
“Then just do it.” Scootaloo set her jaw and looked at Trixie. “I trust you.”
Trixie looked like she could have died. Instead, she grinned and began to cast the spell…
Scootaloo felt it immediately. A tingle shot up her spine, like catching a wayward breeze when one stepped out of the shower. She shuddered and closed her eyes, thankful there was no pain. Instead, her wings flared out, spreading as wide as they could go. Trixie’s magic washed over her, curving around each inch of Scootaloo’s body. She felt it hug her as closely as anypony or anything ever had, caressing and massaging each inch. She opened her mouth in shock, feeling the glimmering field pulse and move in time with the scintillating sound of it all around.
It felt like iron in her wings. Heavy. But not oppressive. It was a reassuring weight, one that made her grin under the feel of it. Her wings had weight to them still, but a heavier one. One that had more power behind it when she got them moving. A breeze kicked up in the living room, shuffling papers and picking up the corners of Trixie’s blanket. Scootaloo was lifted off her hooves once more, and in a very good way. The wind felt like a good breeze whipping through her mane, not unlike when she was flying full-speed above the treetops.
It was a good feeling. Liberating. Intense.
Like bottled freedom, and she was drinking her fill.
And then it was over. Scootaloo landed on her hooves, her lips split ear-to-ear in a giddy grin. Trixie’s face mirrored hers, the two of them caught up in the aftermath of what was arguably the most life-changing and pivotal moment for both of them.
Not that they’d realize it, they were too busy kissing. Scootaloo almost cried out with how hard Trixie rushed into her lips, but it was a good impact. Like landing hard on your hooves, but not stumbling or falling. She whimpered into the kiss, pushing back, fighting for more. Before she even knew it, her tongue entered the fray, followed shortly by Trixie’s. They clung to one another, their legs steadily devolving into a mess of tangled limbs and eager, passionate squeezes. Scootaloo kissed Trixie hard, with all she was worth.
And Trixie kissed her back with just as much need and desire. They broke apart only for a few rushed, panting breaths before descending into another tongue-wrestling exchange, their half-lidded gazes conveying more than any paltry sum of words could ever aspire to achieve. Scootaloo felt a heat build within her, a long-forgotten and neglected heat, one that was dismissed with a skilled hoof or at most a vibrator.
Not this time. Scootaloo couldn’t be denied this. She wanted this, more than anything she had felt before. Besides maybe flight, but she had that now. Thanks to Trixie. Thanks to the mare she wanted.
’This is crazy. She’s a guest. She’s just staying on your couch so she doesn’t have to sleep out in the cold. She feels indebted to you, for pony’s sake!’
‘I don’t give a damn. Let her feel indebted. Heck, let her think she owes me this. I don’t care-‘
‘Yes you do, Scootaloo. You’re not entitled. You wouldn’t dare force this on anypony. Look how much good that did you last time.’
She broke the kiss with a gasp, her hoof raising to Trixie’s lips, cutting her off before she could steal Scootaloo’s breath and her will to resist.
“Trixie,” Scootaloo panted, looking deep into the unicorn’s beautiful eyes. “I don’t… Want you to feel like you owe this to me or anything.”
“Hardly.” Trixie scoffed past that insubstantial fear with as much ease a pony would have brushing off a spider web. “Forgive me my trepidation yesterday, I just… Didn’t want to step into this sort of thing with the wrong frame of mind.”
“Uh huh…” Scootaloo smiled as she took a step closer, pressing her chest tight against Trixie’s. “And what would the, uuh… right frame of mind be?”
“I dare say I’m in it right now.” Trixie responded, pressing their lips together once more. This kiss was much more different, slower and much more wet. Trixie’s tongue moved with purpose, not mindless lust. They danced with one another, their tongues alternating flows back and forth. Scootaloo felt the whole world dull over into a haze of heated passion, her mind gone fuzzy with the emotions running high. When she pulled away, a thin trail of saliva stretched between them.
“Okay,” Scootaloo moaned, turning away. “You’re coming with me.”
“Oh please tell me it’s a bed,” Trixie followed eagerly.
“It’s a bed alright,” Scootaloo mounted the steps, flicking her tail aside to give Trixie a quick little peek. “But don’t think you’re going to be doing any sleeping without wearing me out first.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Trixie shot back. Her flushed cheeks looked too damn cute… Scootaloo grinned back at her guest before leading the rest of the way back to her bedroom. The sheets were still rumpled and warm from her slumber, which wasn’t a bad thing by any stretch of imagination. Scootaloo flopped onto her bed, sighing at the residual warmth her pillow retained. Trixie hovered at the threshold, her eyes wide with wonder.
“It’s just a bedroom, Trixie.” Scootaloo teased, wiggling down into the sheets to get comfortable. “It won’t bite.”
“It’s been so long since I’ve actually been in a bedroom…” Trixie blushed, tentatively making her way inside. “I… I’m sorry, this is just so… So…”
“So slow.” Scootaloo wiggled a little, watching Trixie with half-lidded eyes. “Come here.” Trixie flushed a little deeper and stepped inside at long last, planting her hooves on the bed before springing up beside Scootaloo. She warmed up to the idea immediately, her hooves indenting the sheets on either side of Scootaloo’s wing joints. Trixie straddled her, looking absolutely magnificent as she dominated Scootaloo’s vision. She was a ravishing pony to look at, mature and refined. Like a good, well-worn book, full of knowledge and power if used properly.
Scootaloo was suddenly very hot. She squirmed underneath Trixie, her cheeks steadily growing more and more dark. “I, uuh… It’s been a while.” She admitted shyly, her legs curling up just a little. “Promise me we’ll… go slow?”
“I wouldn’t dream of it any other way.” Trixie leaned in for another kiss, easily disarming Scootaloo of whatever pathetic defense she might have raised. Her lips were wet and insistent, but not pressing. She moved them slowly, with purpose, but that purpose was to go slow and enjoy every last minor detail. Scootaloo melted underneath those lips, her own doing all they could to just keep up. Trixie’s tongue entered the fray, sliding forth with an almost catlike grace and ease. Scootaloo shuddered under that touch, her breath catching in her throat. It was a sensation she thoroughly enjoyed. One she wouldn’t mind feeling again and again.
When Trixie broke the first kiss, it was only because her head was swimming. Scootaloo felt the room reel around her drunkenly, threatening to spin out of control. Then again, most everything else in her life was out of control just then. Her past chiefly. But the past was behind her now, not even a shadow on the wall. What mattered, what dominated her mind just then, was Trixie, and her very insistent tongue.
The next kiss was faster, and lasted so long Scootaloo had to huff a hot breath between them to keep from passing out. Trixie’s own exhalation mingled, clouding together in a pleasant cloud of lust and fulfilled desire. Scootaloo whimpered thinly, her hooves finally under her control. She stretched out beneath Trixie, raising her forelegs to loop around the sinuous mare’s neck. Trixie all but collapsed into the embrace, smothering Scootaloo with her weight. Which wasn’t much. She was slender and whip-tight. Scootaloo almost equated her physique with skin and bones, but underneath that rock-hard layer was a tough sort of muscle. One developed from lots of cold nights and empty stomachs, followed by hard work.
Scootaloo was no stranger to this feel. Her last few years of living alone, of keeping steady work around Ponyville and eating food, sleeping in a warm bed had softened her. Not in a bad way, but one that was steadily becoming more apparent with each new wet, eager kiss. There came a time she couldn’t resist the urge anymore.
“Mmh-aah!” Trixie gasped as Scootaloo smoothly rolled over, switching their positions. The blanket tangled into their hind legs, keeping them knotted together, but Scootaloo was on top now. She was in charge. And these kisses were going to get a lot more serious if she had any say in the matter.
“N-no!” Trixie weakly complained. “N-n-not m-my ea-ah-ah-ooooohh…” Scootaloo pulled Trixie’s ear into her mouth, gingerly nibbling on the rounded edge before running her tongue along the flat part, savoring the sensation of flesh on her tongue again.
’It’s been far, far too long…’ Scootaloo savaged Trixie’s ear, nibbling and kissing and licking until Trixie was nothing more than a panting, writhing blob of unicorn for Scootaloo to do with as she pleased. When she released the unicorn’s ear and kissed her again, Trixie’s tongue was listless and slow, responding to Scootaloo’s movements rather than making any of their own. Her thighs began to squirm together, and Scootaloo groaned as Trixie’s thighs closed around her knee, trapping her leg. The heat was in her stomach now, radiating warmth and desire.
She broke away from the kiss long enough to look down at Trixie, her lusty gaze speaking volumes about just how badly she wanted to keep this train going. Trixie’s hooves wound around her neck, plastering their chests together firmly.
“Keep kissing me, Scootaloo,” Trixie panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Hmm, yeah?” Scootaloo nipped Trixie’s ear teasingly. “Where do you want me to kiss you?”
“A-anywhere.” Trixie panted, her chest still huffing. “J-just don’t stop… Please…”
“Haah-omph.” Scootaloo pulled Trixie’s ear into her mouth, working her tongue slowly around the rounded edge. Trixie’s mouth opened in a soundless scream, her hips arching off of the bed. Scootaloo’s wings flared out as Trixie’s knee rode high in-between her thigh. She flapped a few times, trying hard to control the urge to grind her hips downwards. In the end, she lost. Her hips dropped slowly, dragging herself over Trixie’s leg.
Oh, how divine that felt. Trixie’s muscles were thin and knotty, her leg slender and a perfect fit between Scootaloo’s own. She was wet, undeniably wet downstairs. Trixie could feel it too. She clung to Scootaloo, alternating between eager squeezing and restless stroking. Scootaloo worked her mouth down off of Trixie’s ear, kissing the base of her skull, around and up to her cheek bone, down the length of her jaw…
“Haah.” They met in a breathy, tongue-filled kiss, both mares whimpering helplessly into the lusty kiss. They were going slow, but slow was beginning to feel too slow. Scootaloo dropped her hips downwards once more, inhaling deep and sharp through her nose as the wet sensation shot through her core. The heat had turned into a fire now, its crackling flames licking at her flanks and raging unchecked in the pit of her stomach.
The kisses weren’t enough anymore. Scootaloo needed more. She wanted to feel Trixie beneath her, to know what another pony tasted like.
She wanted to drink Trixie in, every last incredible drop of her.
“WO-AAAAHHHHN!” Trixie’s back arched hard enough to drive her hips up into Scootaloo’s open mouth. She wasn’t even aware of having descended the length of Trixie’s stomach, or how she had ended up with her petite, wet marehood in her mouth, but it was a very nice place to find herself. Scootaloo’s tongue was restless inside of Trixie, delving deep into her honeypot. Trixie reacted in the most magnificent of ways, writhing and bucking her hips energetically. Scootaloo followed her motions, her forelegs looping around Trixie’s hips.
“Oh by the STARS that’s amazing!” Trixie’s first coherent sentence came just before a shuddering, panting orgasm. Scootaloo’s tongue was assaulted with a musky taste, filling her senses with the smell, the sensation of it, thick on her tongue like a good tea. She drank her fill, her licks making audible, wet noises with each new pass over the pulsing pink flesh. Trixie’s shuddering form collapsed into the sheets, her open mouth drooling just a little.
“Heh,” Scootaloo stood up over Trixie, her chin dripping saliva and cum. “That wath tathteh…”
“Uuhn…” Trixie moaned, her eyes slowly fluttering closed. “I can’t move my anything.”
“Sure you can.” Scootaloo worked her tongue to free up the numbness, leaning in to kiss Trixie’s cheek. “If I do this…”
“H-hey,” Trixie complained, squirming a little. “N-no fair, I’m incapacitate-e-he-he-hed…”
“You really like having your ears nibbled, huh?” Scootaloo groaned with Trixie’s lobe between her teeth. The poor blue unicorn writhed and nodded, her mouth still hanging open in a breathless pant.
“Uh-huhn! Oouh!”
“Hmmn, nmm…” Scootaloo nibbled at Trixie’s ear, smiling deviously as she watched her partner squirm and moan. The way she vocalized made Scootaloo’s own personal fire build to a head, until she was dripping onto Trixie’s thigh.
“Sc-cootaloo…” Trixie whimpered, slowly pulling her saliva-coated ear out of Scootaloo’s mouth. “I’m not the only one here, you know…”
“Oh? Care to return the favor, then?”
“If it’d please the one on top, yes.” Trixie shot back with a grin of her own. Scootaloo stared into her eyes for a long while, her aching slip veritably dribbling by now. She gave Trixie’s ear a goodbye kiss and relaxed her muscles…
Only to be quickly and very unceremoniously upended, rolled over, and plastered onto her back. She gave a soft ‘oof’ of surprise as Trixie loomed over her, a devious and sultry grin spread across her glistening lips. “Now let’s see if you have any sensitive spots.”
Scootaloo didn’t know if she should feel threatened or excited. She settled on cautiously optimistic, and that turned out to be the right way to feel. Trixie’s heavenly mouth descended on her, open and panting eagerly. Her hot breath washed over Trixie’s neck, making her shudder and groan inwardly. Each new pulsing breath soaked into her flesh, adding to the fire in her stomach. Trixie kissed up and down her neck, doing everything from teasing the fine hairs of her coat to full-on suckling the warm flesh. Scootaloo didn’t have quite as pronounced a reaction as Trixie did, but damn it all if it didn’t feel incredible.
The wet spots on her neck rapidly cooled into delightful pockets of saliva, adding contrast to the hot, pulsing core of excitement she felt. All of this was further punctuated by Trixie’s low, throaty moans that seemed to vibrate straight into Scootaloo’s chest. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, her legs spreading wide, almost on their own accord. Trixie settled between them, her stomach riding low on the epicenter of Scootaloo’s desire. She shuddered and gasped, her eyes fluttering closed so that the ceiling of her bedroom devolved into strobe-like flashes of warm paint and the dull, pearly grey light filtering in through the drapes.
Trixie was magnificent at this. Scootaloo wasn’t screaming and squirming, but she was getting wet. Very wet. Wet enough to stain her own tail, which had begun swishing back and forth slowly. She could feel her clitoris winking in and out, a sure sign she was hot to trot. Trixie either didn’t notice or didn’t care. She was too busy tormenting Scootaloo with hot, breathy kisses and sloppy, suckling motions. Scootaloo was certain that by now there wasn’t a single bit of her neck that hadn’t had attention lorded over it.
Trixie had barely even begun. She moved on to Scootaloo’s chest then, kissing and suckling in much the same manner. When her lips teased the joint of her leg, Scootaloo couldn’t help but giggle a little. Trixie picked up on this immediately and began assaulting that area with soft kisses, gentle nuzzles, and quick, surreptitious licks. Each motion made Scootaloo squirm a little, until the teasing grew to a head, and each new touch made her squeal with delight. Trixie capitalized on this, quickly turning Scootaloo into a lumpy pile of helpless pegasus flesh.
“I found your spot,” Trixie teased, breathlessly standing over Scootaloo after one particularly nasty nuzzle. “We’re even now.”
“Oh not by a long shot we aren’t.” Scootaloo grinned as her hooves wrapped around Trixie’s neck, drawing her down for a quick, hard kiss. “You still haven’t licked me where it counts.”
“Oh-ho-ho! Going for the more direct approach, are we?” Trixie teased, pressing her nose into Scootaloo’s gently. “You’re so impatient.”
“Hey,” Scootaloo protested. “When you’ve got the aftertaste of the most beautiful mare in Equestria on your tongue, let’s see you hold out this long.” Trixie ought to have had a quick, witty comeback to that. But she just blushed brighter than a new day, heating up from her chin to her ears. Scootaloo smiled warmly and leaned up to give Trixie’s nose a quick kiss. “And I meant every word of it.”
“Th-thank you…” Trixie whimpered, her thighs squirming together between Scootaloo’s. “I… Uuh, it’s been a while since anypony’s called me… Beautiful. All they ever see is my show-boat personality, or the fireworks, or… Or something else negative…”
“I don’t see you for what you aren’t, Trixie.” Scootaloo cupped the blue unicorn’s chin gently, drawing her eyes up so they locked gazes. “I can only see you for what you are.” A soft smile graced her lips, a smile mirrored by Trixie. A smile of understanding and thanks, that these two wayward ponies finally had somepony else in their lives, somepony who understood the pain of being an outcast, a loner…
A nobody.
“And right now, I see you as beautiful.” Scootaloo kissed her again, inhaling through her nose at the wave of relief washing through her. Trixie mirrored her, the two mares stretching out together. When they broke apart, it was with that same smile of shared understanding and thanks. Scootaloo’s quickly turned into a more devious grin.
“Although, I CAN see that you aren’t licking me right now.”
“Oh shush you!” Trixie scoffed, grinning as she rolled her eyes.
“Make me.” Scootaloo challenged her, wiggling her hips underneath Trixie’s slight weight.
“Oh, I’m going to make you shush alright… You won’t be able to say a word when your voice is gone… After all the screaming you’re going to be doing.”
“Oh- ho! Strong words, but I don’t see any deliveries…”
“How about this, then…” Trixie’s devious smile came right before her horn glowed. She stood up, shuffling her way down Scootaloo’s body to settle between her thighs. Scootaloo recognized the unique tingle of magic permeating the air, humming with intensity. Trixie’s eyes were closed just then… She didn’t need them to be open to feel Scootaloo.
Scootaloo felt like she didn’t need her eyes either. Her eyelids clenched shut as something ripped through her. A wave of sensation, more intense than anything she had ever thought possible, crashed into her like a tidal wave. Scootaloo cried out as she was swept away, an orgasm more akin to a lightning strike having robbed her of coherent thought.
The world came back to her in snapshots. One moment she was sprawled on her back, panting and moaning something about a bitten tongue, the next she was kissing Trixie, and the one after that a gentle hoof was rubbing her stomach to keep it from twitching spasmodically.
“Wh… What in the name of everything in the sky was that?” Scootaloo panted, finally able to control her tongue again.
“Pleasure spell,” Trixie teased, kissing Scootaloo’s pubis. “Most ponies cum once or twice from the ordeal… You came seven times.”
“S-seven t-tah-ah-ahmes…” Scootaloo slumped back down into the sheets, her crotch feeling wound-up and very wet. She squirmed a little, her eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck me…”
“I was getting to that.” Trixie teased, kissing her stomach now. Scootaloo groaned at the sensation, feeling relief flood through her like a wave.
“You unicorns are dangerous.” She whispered, shaking her head a little.
“You speak from experience.” Trixie muttered between kisses.
“A very bad, painful experience, yes…” Scootaloo sighed and sat up, planting her hooves in the sheets. “Am I going to get to pay you back, or am I just going to have to lay here cumming all day?”
“Either one could be arranged.” Trixie teased, looking up the length of Scootaloo’s body. “Though I don’t think you’ve got any pleasure spells at your disposal…”
“Oh just you wait.” Scootaloo grinned and wormed her way down the bed, smiling as Trixie obligingly rose to her hooves. She leaned upwards to kiss Trixie’s stomach now and then, but the focus was on her hooves. Being a repairpony, she was very good with her hooves, fixing miniscule things that a unicorn might otherwise be suited for. It was what set her apart from most other ponies who shared her profession, and was part of her special talent. Trixie rolled her head in a slow circle as Scootaloo began massaging her sturdy rump.
She was whip-tight, and so firm. Scootaloo didn’t find much to massage, but Trixie’s thin whimpers encouraged her to massage hard. So she did, digging her hooves into the tight muscles all over Trixie’s backside. When her tail flicked side-to-side slowly and her clitoris began winking from between her glistening labia, Scootaloo set in on her.
“Oooooohh… That’s niceeeeeee…” Trixie hissed a breath out between her teeth, her eyes closing as Scootaloo’s hoof caught the edge of her clit, spinning it in a slow circle. Scootaloo kissed her stomach now and then, keeping her relaxed as she straddled the smaller pegasus. Scootaloo didn’t exactly enjoy this aspect of lovemaking, but her partners sure as anything did. At least, if Sweetie Belle’s reaction had been any indication…
She shoved that memory to the back of her brain, focusing instead on the task at-hoof. Trixie’s mouth opened in a breathy gasp as Scootaloo’s hoof picked up in speed, flicking her clit back and forth with ease. Scootaloo’s own haunches lay spread wide open to the room, her glistening marehood pulsing and dribbling with anticipation. The pleasure spell, despite its rather rough brand of consequences, had done little to assuage the fire in her stomach. Her kisses grew more frequent, filled with desperate, eager moans.
“Oh, oh my! Th-this is go-o-o-od… I’m… I think I’m… I’m gonna… HNN~!” Scootaloo grinned as a small wave of something liquid coursed down her hoof, dribbling as far as her knee before it stopped. A single droplet of something impacted her chest, and she wiped it up with her free hoof.
“You unicorns are all the same.” She teased, licking the drop up. “Can’t handle analog pleasure.”
“Sh-shut your mouth…” Trixie panted, her lips still curled in a giddy, devious grin. Scootaloo looked up at her, still towering above the poor orange pegasus. Trixie’s eyes glimmered for half a second before a devious plan seemed to come to fruition. Just as Scootaloo was about to make her move anyways, Trixie dropped her hips.
’There we go.’ Scootaloo could have died of bliss. Trixie’s delicate pink cunt squished into her lips, filling her senses with the slight, musky scent of her marehood. Scootaloo had no choice. Her tongue acted of its own accord, slipping out to caress Trixie’s slick labia. Scootaloo lost herself in the folds of wet flesh, her tongue probing the entrance. Exploring the different texture, the slick feeling of Trixie’s most intimate love canal. She moaned and whimpered, her own core ready for round two.
Her prayers were answered as a glimmer of magic came across her ears, albeit a bit muffled by Trixie’s hard thighs. Her tongue continued to probe upwards, but a gentle field of magic began to poke at her own hole, teasing her entrance with a phallic sort of sensation. Scootaloo gasped into Trixie’s crotch, her tongue pausing as she felt her own muscles give way. Any other time, Scootaloo would have sworn a dildo had just been pushed inside of her. But she knew this was magic. It was too… Tingly.
And good.
Gasping and shuddering some more, Scootaloo fought through the waves of pleasure to give as good as she got, if not a little more. She was, after all, the younger and more energetic of the two. And she had at least a modicum of experience. Trixie might have had more of it, but what Scootaloo knew she could use.
“Oh!” Trixie panted as Scootaloo’s tongue slid deep, as deep as she could manage. Her jaw hung open, spilling a hot breath up into Trixie’s stomach and pubic region. Her jaw cramped as she curled her tongue at an odd angle, depressing the ‘roof’ of Trixie’s vagina. “OH!” Trixie’s magic paused inside of her, momentarily abated by her g-spot stimulation. Scootaloo’s tongue began to tire, but Trixie was too close. No backing down now. With a throaty groan, Scootaloo shoved the tip of her tongue into Trixie’s g-spot, sending her partner over the edge of another throaty, wet orgasm.
“GUHN!” Scootaloo’s vagina was suddenly filled to capacity, her own g-spot massaged expertly. Trixie’s horn glowed bright enough to light the room, and Scootaloo screamed as best as her cramped tongue could manage. The second orgasm (or eighth, if she were being honest with herself) was just as intense as the first, making her entire body go limp underneath Trixie.
Weak, feeling exhausted, wet, and completely tapped, Scootaloo closed her eyes, sighing as Trixie stretched out atop her. Her weight was very slight and easy to bear. It couldn’t have been past noon, but the two of them were completely tapped. Scootaloo didn’t want to move from this blissful position, and neither did Trixie.
Darkness came over them, carrying both mares into a blissful sleep.
When Scootaloo awoke sometime into the afternoon, the pearly-gray sky had devolved into a moderate rainstorm. Heavy drops pattered against her windows and off of her roof, a melancholy percussion soundtrack to the pleasant dreams she had. She stretched out, feeling for Trixie’s sinuous form…
And found nothing.
A momentary panic set in on her, but the sound of clinking dishes greeted her ears. Sagging with relief, Scootaloo inhaled deep the scent of sex and sleep. A smile crossed her lips as she rolled out of bed. Sure enough, Trixie stood in the kitchen downstairs, wearing a rather cute apron and pushing hash browns around a skillet.
“Good morning, sleepy head.”
“Good morning yourself.” Scootaloo smiled as she slipped past Trixie, giving her flank a quick nuzzle on her way to the fridge for a glass of orange juice. Trixie gave a soft ‘eep’ of surprise and blushed at her.
“You hungry?”
“And thirsty.” Scootaloo nodded. She could really go for a full meal right about then. Trixie seemed set on delivering, though, so she sat at the table, content to watch the beautiful unicorn poke at their meal. When she served them, it was with a genuine smile of her own and a quick kiss to Scootaloo’s cheek. They ate in silence, though they spared a hoof now and then to cup with the other’s. Once the food was gone and the plates washed, they sat next to one another at the table.
A question crossed her mind just then. Scootaloo knew Trixie had the same question on her mind. Both of them were asking themselves – and one another by default – ‘What now?’
“Soo….” Trixie swirled a hoof around the rim of her cup. “I, uuh… Noticed the rain.”
“Didjya now?” Scootaloo teased, nudging Trixie playfully. She got a glare in return that quickly devolved into a grin.
“I can’t make it into town when the roads might be washed out… I can’t risk damaging the book, you see.”
“Ah huh.”
“So, I mean, if it’s okay with you…”
“Hold that thought.” Scootaloo smiled and stood up, making for the front door. Trixie extended a hoof, trying to stop her with a weak complaint.
“H-hey, wait! What are you-“
*KRASH!*
“What was that?!” Trixie sprung from her chair, dashing out into the rain. Scootaloo stood next to her cart, one side sitting more lopsided than the other.
“Aww gee.” Scootaloo blushed. “It looks like you broke another axle… It’s gonna take at least a week to get a spare from the shop in Ponyville…”
Trixie tackled her into the rain-soaked grass, a grin on her lips.
“You’re so going to pay for that.” She panted, her lips already trailing their way down Scootaloo’s stomach.
“I can hardly wait.”
