Scootaloo sat with her forehead against Rainbow's for a few silent seconds before speaking again. "So now what?"

"Now?" Rainbow smirked and gave the younger mare a kiss. "We pick up where we left off." Then she did exactly that, reaching up and wrapping her forelegs around Scootaloo's shoulders and pulling her close. The two mares sat together on the sofa and embraced for several minutes, trading kisses, nuzzling, and generally enjoying one another. Every time their lips met, a thrill of joy shivered through Rainbow Dash, and she dove hungrily into each kiss, pressing her lips against Scootaloo's eager, pliant muzzle. Their tongues slid past each other, wrestling for advantage, first in Scootaloo's mouth, then in Rainbow's.

The younger mare whimpered and squeaked as Rainbow gently nibbled on her lower lip, then pulled away and pressed a kiss into her blushing cheek, drawing a coy giggle from her lover, and then another on her forehead, running her nose across the short orange fur and savoring her thick, musky scent. The alcohol had made Scootaloo sweat profusely, and Rainbow could smell it on her, a rich, feral odor. It was intoxicating.

She took deep draughts of the aroma, her eyes rolling back in her head as it recalled memories of sitting together on her cloudhouse floor, watching movies and throwing popcorn at each other to catch; of flying together through thick cloud cover, clutching the grounded Scootaloo to her chest and grinning as the younger mare whooped and laughed, relishing the sensation of flight. It reminded her of a thousand hours spent in each other's company, feeling and thinking desperate things, never daring to speak up, lest she endanger what they already had. She closed her eyes and smiled against Scootaloo's forehead. Not tonight. Tonight, they were together. They had each other, at last.

Rainbow moved back to Scootaloo's lips and kissed them once more before pulling away. Scootaloo whimpered and gave her a pathetic look. "Rainbow..."

Rainbow smiled and got up off the sofa, holding out her hooves. "Come on, kid." Scootaloo blushed crimson and took Rainbow's hooves, letting the older pegasus pull her up off the cushion. They paused to embrace again before Rainbow smirked against Scootaloo's lips and pushed her gently away, guiding her around the edge of the couch and towards the bed. Scootaloo didn't resist, instead obediently letting Rainbow direct her, only slightly hindering the process by flipping her tail and swaying her haunches as she walked, giving Rainbow a clear view of the glistening marehood between them.

It had the intended effect. Rainbow stumbled over her own hooves, mesmerized by the sight of Scootaloo's plump, crimson lips, thick and slightly parted, the swollen nub of her clitoris flicking out from between them and making a lewd squelch with every tantalizing appearance. Thin rivulets of fluid ran down the outer edges of her vulva, collecting at the apex and dripping slowly down onto her inner thighs, seeping into the fur. Even her tight, pert little anus seemed unbearably enticing, the unassuming pucker shining with the juices that had trickled around it as she'd sat on the couch, making out with Rainbow and leaking all over herself.

Rainbow couldn't stand it. She couldn't wait. A feral growl clawed its way up her throat and she darted forward. Scootaloo squeaked and jumped. "Ah! Rainbo-ooh..." A moan shuddered through her and her forelegs collapsed as Rainbow's lips met her nethers and the older mare gave her a gentle kiss. No tongue, no penetration, simply a loving peck that left the chill of Scootaloo's juices on her lips and the smell of her sex in her nose. The cyan mare groaned in pleasure and licked her lips, disappointed to taste only the ghost of Scootaloo's flavor there.

Scootaloo lay with her chest pressed to the floor and her hindquarters propped up on shaking knees. "R-Rainbow," she panted, looking back over her shoulder at her partner.

Rainbow grinned as Scootaloo's tail whipped eagerly between them, the muscles pulling the flesh of her marehood back and forth with it. "Just a taste, Squirt." She stuck her nose between Scootaloo's thighs, putting her eyes level with the younger mare's dripping slit and flooding her nose with the smell of her lust, and used the leverage to nudge her towards the bed. "Party's over there."

The orange pegasus whined pathetically but struggled back to her hooves and finished the trip on shaking legs. Rainbow followed close behind, and just as she was about to climb up onto the bed, Rainbow suddenly reared up and put her hooves on Scootaloo's rump, shoving her forward and face down on the comforter. Scootaloo squeaked. "Hey! What--oooh..." Her protest trailed off as Rainbow took advantage of her undignified posture and shoved her nose back under Scootaloo's tail.

This time she didn't bother pretending it was a kiss. This time she attacked with single-minded determination, sticking her tongue out and roughly dragging it the length of the slit. Scootaloo cried out at the first contact and bucked her hips back against Rainbow's muzzle, spreading her soaked folds against the older mare's nose. Rainbow loosed a guttural growl from deep in her soul and attacked again, feverishly licking and suckling and kissing at every inch of the succulent flesh she could reach, desperately unable to reach it all at once. She took one thin lip between her teeth and gently pulled at it, her knees weakening as she felt Scootaloo gasp and tremble at the sensation.

"O-oh, Rainbow...th-that...that's..." Scootaloo gasped away the rest of the sentence and simply sobbed her ecstasy into the bedspread, her erect wings trembling and twitching in the air above her, every feather standing on end and separated from its neighbors as if unable to cope with the arousal coursing through them. Rainbow continued her voracious ministrations, unabashedly lapping up every trickle of Scootaloo's juices as they flowed from her in rivulets. Every time the hard, swollen nub of her clitoris flicked out, Rainbow caught and sucked at it, her head spinning with lust as Scootaloo squeaked her pleasure.

"Yes, yes...ooooh, Celestia, that's so...it's too good, Rainbow, I can't--I'm so clo--unnh!" The grunt cut off her rambling monologue and was followed by a rasping groan as her entire body tensed and shook, legs shivering and twitching, her rump bouncing and her tail thrashing the air and whipping across Rainbow's face as she climaxed. The walls of her sex flexed fiercely, so fiercely that Rainbow could see them parting and squeezing together, the thick juices stringing across the opening even as they pooled and ran in a torrent down her chin. Rainbow leaned forward and hungrily encircled Scootaloo's entire vulva with her lips, her eyes rolling back in her head as her partner came into her mouth, even emitting a surprising spurt of fluid, ejaculating almost as a stallion might have.

But not a stallion. No, nothing like a stallion, not at all. Scootaloo was at once stronger and more fragile, rougher and more tender than a stallion. More sensual, more loving, more of everything Rainbow had ever longed and yearned for, and Rainbow feared she might simply collapse from the sheer intensity of emotion she felt wash over her, pooling in her chest and belly and searing between her legs as she ushered Scootaloo down from her peak, gently supporting her shivering hind end as it settled back to the edge of the bed.

Rainbow greedily licked her lips, resisting the temptation to continue servicing her lover, knowing how intensely sensitive the tender flesh of her vulva would be. She expected Scootaloo to simply sit and bask in the afterglow for several minutes, but the younger mare hesitated only a moment before she struggled back to her shaking legs and turned to look at Rainbow, her pupils massively dilated and rendering her rich lavender irises fractional. It gave her an intense, ravenous look that almost nudged Rainbow over her own peak just from being captured in their gaze. "Your turn." Scootaloo's breath was quick and ragged, and she had to pant out the words.

Rainbow's stomach lurched in the most delicious way. She'd made love to several ponies before; pegasi as a general rule were not typically monogamous like earth ponies, and they didn't typically require emotional investment to enjoy sex like unicorns. But before today, she'd never felt a deep, all-consuming need to be with somepony. Her sex had never burned and quivered like this, her inner walls had never clenched and flexed, her fur had never been so thoroughly soaked with arousal as she was now, at once withering under and yet drawn to the intensity of Scootaloo's hungry stare. She was dimly aware of a dull ache in her wing muscles as they pulled taut, so consuming was her need to be touched, to be licked, to be fucked by this mare. She moaned deep in her throat as she thought the word to herself, the sheer vulgarity of it thoroughly encompassing just how desperate she was.

Without a word, Rainbow made as if to change places with the younger pegasus, but Scootaloo moved first, turning on her hind legs and suddenly meeting Rainbow's muzzle with her own. There was no hesitant flicking of tongues across lips this time, but an immediate, urgent invasion of one another's mouths. Their tongues lashed and fought against one another as Scootaloo ravished Rainbow's muzzle, relishing the obscenity of tasting her own juices in her lover's mouth. Rainbow pushed back with equal force, desperately meeting Scootaloo's lips in every possible pose and delighting in the hot, sweet taste of her saliva. It was impossible to get enough. Every kiss carried the electricity of a new love, every touch the hair-raising thrill of a forbidden caress, and she reveled in it. She obediently rolled back on her haunches, and then over onto her back as Scootaloo slowly pushed against her chest, running her hooves through Rainbow's coat, finding and gently stroking her nipples with firm, warm hooftips. The tiny nubs of flesh stiffened instantly and sent shocks of pleasure quite out of proportion to their size through Rainbow's middle. The blue pegasus grunted into Scootaloo's mouth, barely able to command her lungs to do anything but gasp and pant like a wild animal in heat.

Once Rainbow had been rolled fully onto her back, she lay prone beneath Scootaloo's smaller frame, her forelegs curled up against her chest and her hind legs splayed, lewdly exposing her dripping sex to the night air. Scootaloo sat back on her haunches and looked her partner over with a hungry stare and an open-mouthed grin. Rainbow suddenly felt profoundly exposed. To her own surprise, she found it not unsettling, but liberating. A pegasus on her back, belly exposed, was easy prey, or so their instincts would scream, but here, like this, she relished it. She wanted to be laid bare before her lover, to invite Scootaloo to see her in her basest, most helpless state. She trusted Scootaloo more than anypony else she'd ever known, and that trust allowed her to simply relax and be here with her. She was Scootaloo's to love, however she pleased.

For a few seconds, Scootaloo seemed not to know exactly how she wanted to proceed. Her eyes flickered from Rainbow's mouth, to her splayed wings, to her erect nipples, to her spread sex, and then back to her face. "Wh-...what do you want me to...to do?" she murmured.

Rainbow grinned. "Whatever you want." She parted her legs a little further, a tacit suggestion as to where she hoped Scootaloo might go.

The orange pegasus' smile faded, and she seemed to lose her nerve somewhat. "No, I mean...I've never..." Her face flushed deeply and she looked away. "Not really. Not with somepony else."

Rainbow Dash blinked in confusion, then realization hit her so suddenly she almost laughed. "Oh, right. Wait, I thought you and the Crusaders...?"

Scootaloo bit her lip. "Well, that was...I mean, it was mostly hooves and...and stuff. And it wasn't...I mean, it was nothing like...like that." She gestured weakly to her own marehood. "What you just did...I don't think I could...pleasure you like that."

Just hearing Scootaloo say she wanted to 'pleasure her' out loud sent a shivering twitch through Rainbow's sex, and she shook her head. "Trust me, Squirt, no matter what you do to me, I'm gonna come."

Scootaloo's eyes widened and her cheeks turned an even deeper red. "What if I do it wrong, though?"

Rainbow smiled, oddly unashamed to still be lying on her back, legs spread wide and clitoris rhythmically winking between her slick nether lips. "Then I'll tell you so, and you'll try something else. Scootaloo, I know you're new to this, and I know you want to have fun with it, too. I promise I'm not gonna just let you do something wrong and then act like it was your fault I didn't get off." She smirked. "Besides, I practically came just from eating you out. It really isn't gonna take much."

Scootaloo smiled sheepishly. "Really?"

Rainbow nodded. "And if you don't do something in a sec, I'm gonna roll your ass back over and do it again, cuz I'm bucking burning up here!" There was no hyperbole in the statement. Rainbow Dash could feel the flames of desire licking at her insides, her juices flowing hot and thick from her tunnel and running coolly across her anus and into her tail. Her legs shook, both from the awkward position and the agonizing anticipation.

Scootaloo's eyes widened, and the smile grew into a grin. "Alright," she said. She took another moment to collect herself, then paused and said, "Um...what does it...you know...taste like?"

Rainbow smiled. "A lot like you do, actually." Scootaloo had confided once that, like most young mares, she had once tasted her own juices out of sheer curiosity. Rainbow had explained that it was so common as to be considered an unspoken rite of passage, and that yes, she had tasted herself before, too. "A little richer, if that makes any sense. Less tangy. Cuz I'm older," she added with half a smirk.

Scootaloo colored again at the tacit reminder that Rainbow knew about her explorations, but smiled anyway. "Sounds good to me."

Rainbow gave her a sultry, half-lidded grin and wiggled her hips. "How about you find out?"

Scootaloo returned the grin and nodded. Then she looked back at Rainbow's marehood and, with only a tiny hesitation, lowered her muzzle to her groin. Rainbow had thought she was exaggerating when she'd assured Scootaloo she was within a single caress of climaxing, but as she felt Scootaloo's soft, warm tongue timidly sliding the length of her slit, it happened. Stars exploded in her vision, a torrent of pleasure seared through her belly and wrenched an animalistic moan from her lungs, her nethers burned and all her muscles pulled taut as if the pure energy of the orgasm was activating every nerve it passed. She came with ferocity, her inner walls flexing and sucking at nothing, instinctively desperate to be filled and at the same time singing with the ecstasy of feeling the stickiness of pulling from one another. Scootaloo jumped and pulled away, startled, but Rainbow managed to regain her composure and stared wildly down at her, frantically shaking her head. "Don't stop," she gasped, and Scootaloo dutifully dipped her head back between Rainbow's legs and gave her vulva another tentative lick.

Rainbow did not climax again, not immediately, but the renewed ministrations caught her on the way down and slowed her descent until she began to rise again, the tender strokes of Scootaloo's tongue and the fur of her muzzle like a gentle breath on a reluctant coal. Rainbow moaned and writhed, fighting with herself not to grab Scootaloo's head and force the younger pony's face into her crotch. Her previous lovers--almost all of them pegasi, almost all of them athletes--had never been so tentative, so gentle. She'd never been so slowly carried from one peak to the next, but the agony of this new style of lovemaking was perfect. So very, very perfect. It was inescapably Scootaloo in every facet. It was the younger mare's gentleness and eagerness in oral form. It was her indomitable spirit, her perseverance and her anxiety to perform, her desire to impress and her fear of failure. It was everything that made Scootaloo who she was, and to Rainbow, that made it exquisite.

The strokes gained speed and intensity as Scootaloo relaxed and gained confidence. As Rainbow had expected, she eventually gained a little too much confidence and began to lick too quickly. Rainbow winced and twitched, suddenly jolted out of her ecstatic reverie. "Scoot!" she gasped.

Scootaloo stopped half-lap, her face comically framed by Rainbow's shivering thighs and her tongue still pressed against her slit. Rainbow suppressed a giggle at the sight. "A little too fast, kid." She smiled. "It's not a race. You got me off once already, now just enjoy yourself."

Scootaloo blinked and raised her head, licking the tip of her nose. "I did?"

Rainbow nodded, the muscles of her neck barely still functional. "Yeah. Oh, Celestia, did you ever."

Scootaloo smiled shyly. "I didn't realize."

Rainbow grinned. "Oh yeah. That first lick was..." She couldn't think of a word that came close to adequately describing what had happened to her, so she simply closed her eyes and sighed. "Yeah. It was good."

"Really?" Scootaloo beamed, looking every bit the eager young lover Rainbow had always desperately wanted her to be. Overwhelmed with affection, Rainbow sat up and reached out to grab the younger mare and pull her down into a kiss. Scootaloo squeaked with surprise, but fell obediently into Rainbow's forelegs. They embraced, gently now, their lust momentarily dulled by their respective releases.

They kissed and cuddled one another, nuzzling and nipping at each other's necks. Their bellies pressed together, and Rainbow luxuriated in the simple pleasure of feeling Scootaloo's body against her own. They'd cuddled like this before, curled up together on a sofa or napping on a cloud, but everything was different now. No longer was she fighting to keep her wings folded, or stifling little jolts of arousal that danced across her skin everywhere it slid across Scootaloo's. No longer was she carefully angling her barrel so that no parts of her genitals came into contact with any part of Scootaloo, or vice versa. Now, she was simply letting their bodies meet where they may, jolting every time her erect nipples brushed past Scootaloo's and giggling through a mischievous grin every time she felt the dampness between Scootaloo's legs on her thigh.

Before long, she could feel herself rising again, and the color in Scootaloo's cheeks, complementing the steadily increasing urgency of her kisses, suggested the younger female was ready to join her. Rainbow took advantage of their entwined pose to wrap her forelegs around Scootaloo's midsection--carefully avoiding her unfurling wings--and used the purchase to drag her thigh up between Scootaloo's legs and across her wet marehood.

Scootaloo gasped and then immediately released a long, shuddering moan. "Oooh...Rainbow..."

Rainbow smirked. "Yes, Scootaloo?"

The orange pegasus didn't respond, only panting a little, and Rainbow repeated the motion. Scootaloo grunted and squeezed her legs against Rainbow's thigh, holding it tightly between them. "Buck, Dash...that's...that's really--" She yelped as Rainbow dug a little deeper, adding a slight lateral movement. The older mare was delighted to feel Scootaloo's swollen clitoris slide roughly from one side of her thigh to the other, eliciting another cry and a low, shuddering moan from her lover.

"Really what?" Rainbow teased.

Scootaloo managed to pull away just far enough to give Rainbow a scathing glare, the effect somewhat diminished when it melted into a cross-eyed smile of ecstasy at the next stroke of Rainbow's leg. Resigned, Scootaloo simply put her chin on Rainbow's shoulder and held her tight, riding the methodical caresses and moaning softly with each one. Content that she had subdued her prey, Rainbow released her hold with one foreleg and slowly traced the hoof down Scootaloo's side, stroking each rib and enjoying every little twitch of the sensitive flesh beneath. Eventually, she found her way to Scootaloo's nipples, and she gently traced a circle around the pert little nubs.

Scootaloo was gasping at the top of each breath now, fairly sobbing with pleasure she couldn't vocalize. She moaned and cried and gripped Rainbow's shoulders as though afraid she might be swept away by the inexorable riptide of sensations crashing through her. Rainbow's other hoof came free and she used it to pull Scootaloo's head closer so she could pepper her cheeks and muzzle and forehead with tender little kisses. Scootaloo leaned into them, delirious with the sum of so many feelings she'd never experienced before. Rainbow stroked faster now, reading Scootaloo's body language as she silently begged the older pegasus to redouble her efforts. Scootaloo rolled her hips in time with Rainbow's movement, grinding her swollen sex into her thigh and rubbing her firmness back and forth across the taut muscles. Rainbow responded in kind, and before long Scootaloo was yelping with each stroke, her body bouncing and jolting as though she was being rutted from behind.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Scootaloo's mouth hung slack and her vocalizations rang in Rainbow's ears, urging her to ever more delirious heights of excitement. "Rain! Bow! I'm--ah! Gon...na...co--ooooh my god! Uuunh..." Scootaloo's entire body seized for an instant and then she melted into paroxysms of pleasure as the climax tore through her. Rainbow felt the muscles of Scootaloo's marehood flex and clench as she came, the dampness suddenly a flood as she squirted marecum on Rainbow's thigh.

Watching and hearing Scootaloo ride the crest of her orgasm was so thoroughly arousing that Rainbow couldn't stand simply spectating any longer, and she reached down with one hoof and began to stroke herself. At first contact, she moaned softly, and Scootaloo regained enough focus to see what had elicited the noise. Wordlessly, the orange mare moved her own hoof to replace Rainbow's. The older pegasus acquiesced and relaxed into the thick pile of the carpet beneath her, letting her eyes drift closed as she basked in the rhythmic waves of pleasure Scootaloo's stroking evoked. As she gently caressed her lover, Scootaloo followed Rainbow's example, kissing her cheek and neck and collarbone and drawing soft, shuddering sighs of joy from the prone form. Rainbow felt her thin nether lips parting and sliding around Scootaloo's hoof, both openings twitching as the firm tip brushed past, her clitoris winking so hard it flirted with the verge of pain.

In short order, kisses became licks, and then light nips at sensitive flesh that mirrored the increasing force of Scootaloo's slowly circling hoof around and across Rainbow's clitoris. Rainbow's sighs became moans and then short yelps as the pressure intensified, and Scootaloo reacted perfectly, following Rainbow's vocal cues to ramp up her ministrations. Rainbow's abdominal muscles clenched reflexively, and she curled up, mouth open and eyes shut as she cried out at each insistent stroke. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Her voice was high-pitched and scratchy, the cries echoing off the walls and obviously driving Scootaloo into a frenzy. The orange pegasus bit harder now, her breath hot and ragged on Rainbow's neck. Jolts of pain lanced out from the bite, but they only served to intensify the rapidly mounting ecstasy building in her belly. The white-hot stabs pierced the growing bubble of pleasure, at once pushing her over the peak and allowing the climax to spread throughout her body. She screamed, nothing like her previous yelps and partially controlled cries of joy, but long, loud, and feral. Scootaloo was so surprised that she would have pulled away if Rainbow had not grabbed her around the neck and shoulders and pulled her close, clutching her with shaking limbs and sobbing into her mane as waves of joy and sorrow washed over her in equal measure.

To her credit, Scootaloo weathered this odd display with grace, returning Rainbow's embrace and gently stroking her back as Rainbow cried herself out. It didn't take long, as Rainbow realized how ridiculous she looked and sounded and regained her composure in short order. Pulling away and wiping tears from her cheeks, she said, "S-sorry, kid. I didn't mean t-to go crazy on you there."

Scootaloo smiled, relief plain on her face. "It's alright, you just surprised me." She hesitated a second. "I can't tell if it was just that good, or that bad."

Rainbow chuckled. "It was good, Squirt. Real good." She sighed. "Too good. Look, Scootaloo..." she started.

Scootaloo's face immediately fell, pulling her ears down with it. "Aw, man..." she said. "I know that tone..."

Rainbow smiled wanly. "Oh yeah? What does it mean?"

Scootaloo pulled herself away from Rainbow's grasp and fell back to her haunches, glumly staring at the floor. "It means I'm about to get the 'I like you, but' speech."

"Have you gotten that speech before?"

Scootaloo shook her head. "No, but I read, and I watch movies."

Rainbow sighed. "Well, I'm not gonna lie to you, kid, I really do like you. Love you, even. More than anypony or anything, but..." She slowly got back to her haunches, noting with a jolt of sadness just how good she still felt, with little stabs and waves of pleasure arcing out of her nethers every so often. "Ah, buck. I should have said this before we even started, but you know this was--"

"A one-night thing?" Scootaloo interrupted. Rainbow faltered and looked her in the eyes. The younger mare's face was the picture of dejection, but somehow in the middle of it all was a thin smile and eyes tinted with resignation, but not anger. Not even disappointment.

Nonplussed, Rainbow nodded. "Y...yeah. I mean--"

"I'm too young for you, you're leaving tomorrow, I just came of age, I know." Scootaloo's smile widened even as the sadness tinging her features deepened. "You said so before we started."

Rainbow was genuinely surprised. "Yeah. I mean, yeah, I did, but I wasn't sure if you'd...you know...remember."

Scootaloo shrugged. "Nah, I remember. I was kinda hoping you'd forget, but..." She paused, narrowing her eyes as she assembled the next few sentences before saying them. "Rainbow, I want you to be happy, and I want to be happy with you, but that would be really hard. We don't have time to make it work, or even to think about how we could." She sighed. "And trying to wing it would be bad for both of us."

Rainbow nodded. "That's pretty much hit the nail on the head, kid. I gotta admit, though, I thought I'd have to be the one explaining it to you."

Scootaloo chuckled softly. "I've had some time to think about it. Not just tonight, but for a while now. I spent a lot of time just imagining what might happen if we did get together, and I just kept rearranging everything to make it work until you got called up from the reserves, and that's when it was pretty obvious there was no way to plan around that." She pursed her lips. "I guess that's why I was so upset earlier. I guess I had always told myself there was a chance, if only I could confess, but I never managed to, and before I realized, it was too late." She met Rainbow's eyes, her own lids glistening with tears. "And it's too late."

Rainbow's heart shattered. She started crying immediately. "Oh, Scootaloo..." She took Scootaloo's hooves in her own and held them. "Why are you so amazing? Why do you have to be so mature and smart and kind?"

Scootaloo smiled even as her own tears broke free and slid down her cheeks. "You don't have to woo me, Rainbow, I'm already yours."

Rainbow shook her head. "I wish I'd known sooner." There was a long, blue pause as the two mares simply sat and admired one another, desperately wishing the night never had to end. "We can't be together," Rainbow said. "Not now."

"I know," Scootaloo said.

"But someday, when things settle down with the Wonderbolts, and you finish school, if you're still interested--"

"Always." Scootaloo's eyes flashed defiantly.

Rainbow smiled. "Well, then, if you're still single, and I'm single, we'll see, huh?"

Scootaloo nodded glumly. "I'm really gonna miss you, you know."

"I know," Rainbow said. "Even without...this...I would've missed you a ton, too."

"You'll visit?"

"As often as I can."

"Can we do this again?"

Rainbow smirked. "Tonight, or when I visit?"

Scootaloo's wings, which had begun to slacken, were stiff again in a moment. "Both."

Rainbow grinned, a predatory hunger overtaking her again. "Oh, you better bucking believe it," she said, and then she dove on her lover to make good on her threat.

Author's Note

Readers of "The Most Unlikely Places" will recognize that Scootaloo's attitude at the end of this chapter seems incongruous with what we see in that piece, but the reason for that will be clarified in the epilogue, which is the next chapter to be released SoonTM.