“So Diamond Tiara had her first kiss, huh?”
“Yup.”
Scootaloo brushed her mane out of her eyes. “I just don’t see what the big deal is. Why does one kiss suddenly make her cooler than everypony else?”
Sweetie Belle shrugged. “Probably because she was the most popular filly in our class anyway?”
“Maybe,” Scootaloo muttered. “But so what? It’s just a kiss. Now Rumble’s suddenly the most sought-after colt in the class.” She shook her head. “Hay, even Button Mash has fillies interested in him now.”
“Well, even Rarity was super interested in first kisses when she was our age.” Sweetie laid down on the clubhouse floor. “When I asked her what the fuss was about, she told me this half-hour long story of her first kiss.” Sweetie Belle groaned.
Rolling her eyes, Scootaloo said, “Well, that’s Rarity. Of course she’d be super interested in mushy lovey-dovey stuff like that. I mean, she’s obsessed with romance novels and everything, so she’s not really a good pony to ask.”
“Yeah.” Sweetie propped her head on her hoof. “I just wanted to ask somepony who I knew still cherished the memory. If we’d have asked somepony like Rainbow Dash, we probably wouldn’t have gotten any answers.”
Scootaloo rubbed the back of her neck. “Actually…” She looked at her friend. “I kind of did ask Dash. She just grinned and told me it was totally awesome, partly because her first kiss was with a close friend, so they were a little more comfortable with each other.”
“Really?” Sweetie Belle sat up. “Did she say who it was with?”
Shaking her head, Scootaloo said, “Nah. She just grinned and had this far-off look for a moment, then told me to make sure my first kiss is with someone awesome.”
“Oh.” Sweetie Belle sighed. Then her eyes widened and she whipped her head back toward Scootaloo. “Wait, so she endorsed having a first kiss with a friend?”
Scootaloo fidgeted. “Well… not exactly. She just said to make sure it’s with someone awesome.”
Sweetie Belle wiped her forehead. “Phew! That’s a relief. Can you imagine if you and Apple Bloom or you and me kissed?” She laughed. “That would be so awkward.”
“Yeah. It would be.” Scootaloo chuckled with her friend. After their laughter died out, she scooted closer to her friend. “So who would you want to kiss?”
Rolling her eyes, Sweetie Belle said, “I don’t know. Honestly, I think this first kiss craze is stupid. It’s kind of like cutie marks all over again.” She sighed and looked at the quarter note on her flank. “We only just got over that. I mean, I’d like to see what it’s like, but I kind of want things to be normal for once.”
Scootaloo nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense. It is kind of dumb.” She shifted. “But—but I’m kind of curious.” She bit her lip and looked into Sweetie Belle’s eyes. “I just want to know what the big deal is.”
Sweetie Belle wrapped an arm around Scootaloo. She smiled weakly, the corner of her mouth twitching upward. “Aw, Scoots…” Her cheek rubbed against Scootaloo’s in a tender nuzzle. “It’ll happen someday. You’ve just gotta let it happen.”
A weight lifted from the pit of Scootaloo’s stomach at the gesture. She smiled. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She nuzzled Sweetie Belle back.
The two sat in companionable silence for a while before Scootaloo had a thought. She turned to Sweetie Belle, her heart racing out of control.
“Hey, uh, Sweetie Belle?”
Tilting her head, Sweetie Belle turned to her friend. “Yeah, Scootaloo?”
Scootaloo rubbed the back of her neck. “Aren’t you at least a little curious what it’s like?”
Sweetie Belle hummed thoughtfully. “A little. I mean, Rarity talks about kissing and love and romance all the time. But I don’t really see what’s so special about it.” She saw Scootaloo slump. “Why?”
“What—” Scootaloo cleared her throat. “What if we kissed?” Her hooves shot up in front of her when she saw Sweetie Belle frown. “Y’know, just to try it out. Since we know each other and stuff.”
“I dunno, Scoots. Is that really a good idea?” Sweetie Belle’s eyes wavered.
Scootaloo scratched her head. “Well, it worked for Rainbow Dash…”
Sweetie Belle looked into Scootaloo’s eyes. Their gaze tentatively met, then broke, then met again. Butterflies danced in her stomach. Should we? She bit her lip. Slowly, she nodded.
The two leaned in, before pausing. Blushes spread across their faces, and they briefly giggled. Sweetie Belle bit her lip again and saw Scootaloo taking a deep breath. They hesitated, then leaned in again.
The first thing Scootaloo noticed was the faint scent of perfume on Sweetie Belle. Does Sweetie normally wear perfume? Or maybe she picked it up from Rarity... Either way, she quite enjoyed the smell. She thought about letting Sweetie Belle know, but decided that the moment was awkward enough.
She felt Sweetie Belle’s breath faintly tickle her cheek when they were only inches apart. A faint giggle escaped her, and she saw Sweetie Belle’s cheek turn a deeper shade of crimson.
Then at last, their lips met. Her eyes widened at the realization. They mashed their lips together in a sloppy, slobbery embrace. Sweetie Belle’s lips were too soft and moist, and hers were too hard and dry. She tried to relax, but found her lips unwilling to cooperate, instead continuing to smash against Sweetie Belle’s. They pulled away panting.
Drool ran down Sweetie Belle’s cheek and she wiped it away. Her gaze turned toward Scootaloo, then darted away. Her cheeks felt hot and flushed, and the butterflies were now turning her stomach upside down. “F—first kisses. Not a big deal, right?” She tried to grin at Scootaloo.
Scootaloo licked her lips. She brushed her mane out of her face again. “Yeah, definitely not.” She tried to laugh, but it felt forced.
Sweetie Belle looked down at the treehouse’s floor. Finding the scratches and gaps in the flooring was so very appealing all of a sudden—much more appealing than discussing what had just happened. But she felt a hoof lift her head, and then she was staring at Scootaloo’s face.
Scootaloo’s face was still flush. Her eyes flickered over Sweetie Belle’s. “So,” she whispered. Sweetie Belle looked into her eyes, waiting. “First kisses suck. But what about second kisses?”
Sweetie Belle giggled before they moved in again. She took a deep breath before gently pressing her lips against Scootaloo’s.
Their movements were slower this time and more measured. Their lips danced, briefly touching before pulling away. They giggled as they played their game of tag, taking turns chasing and being chased.
After a while, they pulled away, still laughing. They sprawled out on their backs, laying side-by-side.
Scootaloo turned to Sweetie Belle. “Second kisses are way better.”
Sweetie giggled and wrapped her leg behind Scootaloo. “Totally.”
The treehouse door swung open, and Apple Bloom walked in. “Hey, girls, sorry I’m late! I—” She looked at her friends curled up together. “Did I interrupt somethin’?”
Sweetie Belle smiled at Scootaloo. “Oh, we were just talking.”
“Yeah,” Scootaloo said. “That first kiss craze at school is so dumb.”
