Fly Away, Sweet Scootaloo

Scootaloo woke up as the sun was setting. It had gotten cool. Scootaloo realized that she was out in the middle of nowhere and that she had no idea how to take care of herself. Her tummy growled — she was so hungry. She looked around for a minute then buried her head in her hooves.

Then she heard it — a voice — not just ANY voice, mind you, this voice was divine — the voice of Rainbow Dash. Scootaloo gasped — she was coming this way! Rainbow Dash was galloping through the meadow, leaping up in the air athletically, doing flips and dives in some kind of game with two of her friends. She ran right past Scootaloo, her hooves thundering on the ground. Scootaloo made herself as small as she could.  Rainbow Dash seemed to look right at her several times but if she saw her, then she didn’t pay any attention. Then their eyes met and Scootaloo’s heart skipped a beat.

Dash did a double take. Yes that WAS a filly lying under the tree! She motioned for her friends to continue on, and cantered over to Scootaloo.

Scootaloo was so nervous she couldn’t breathe right. She nearly had a panic attack. Rainbow Dash tucked in her massive wings and walked over. She stood before Scootaloo, majestic and compelling — big, powerful, graceful, the picture of perfection. Her cyan fur glistened in the last few rays of Celestia's setting sun; her muscles rippled beneath her fur; she was athletic in build and very strong. Her beautiful rainbow mane glistened like liquid silver. She was a sight to behold.

“Hey kid,” she said.

Scootaloo choked. She couldn’t even talk.

“You ok?” Dash asked.

“Y-y-yes maam.”

Dash tilted her head to the side and looked at the filly. “Really?”

“Y-yes.”

“What are you doing out here by yourself? Where are your parents?” Dash looked around.

“Th-they died.”

Scootaloo watched as Dash sat down next to her. She smelled so good; she had been sweating, and a light breeze blew the intoxicating scent right over to Scootaloo. It wasn’t a sour smell but rather a sweet smell, like a lilac. “What are you doing out here all by yourself?” Dash asked, “and what happened to your lip?”

“I f-fell.”

Dash put her hoof under Scootaloo’s chin and looked into her eyes. Dash’s eyes were soft, kind and understanding. Scootaloo felt a massive weight lifted off her shoulders. Dash continued, “don’t start off by lying to me, kid. A filly your age doesn’t belong out here by herself… and I know that you don’t get a busted lip like that from falling. So what happened to you?  You can tell me.”

Scootaloo began to tremble. “He-he said if I told anyone, h-he would beat me,” she squeaked, her eyes welling up with tears.

Dash’s eyes met hers. “No offence, small fry, but he’s already beating you. Who is he? Who’s doing this to you? Talk to me.”

“B-Bubba.”

“Who’s Bubba?”

“My f-foster dad.”

“You got a name, kid?”

“Scootaloo.”

Dash had an enlightenment. ”Hey,” she piped, “aren’t you the kid with the scooter?”

Scootaloo’s eyes lit up. ”Yes, that’s me!” she beamed.

Dash put her wing around the little Pegasus filly. “Where’s your scooter?” she asked.

“B-Bubba broke it. I tried to fix it but it was in too many pieces.”

“So now what do you plan on doing?”

“I don-don’t know?”

Rainbow Dash stood up and stretched out her enormous feathery wings.  “I’m house sitting for a friend in Cloudsdale. They have an extra bedroom. How would you like to come hang out with me tonight?”

Scootaloo nearly fainted. “Y-yes maam.”

“Ok kid… first things first. Don’t call me ‘maam’. Ok? You can call me ‘Dash’. Got that?”

“Yes ma… yes.”

“Ready?”

“Y-yes…”

“Lets go!” Dash opened her massive wings and looked at Scootaloo and winked. She jumped and took off. Scootaloo jumped up and buzzed her little wings, hoping that by some miracle she would be granted flight and ascend with her counterpart.

No such luck. She plummeted down and hit the ground face first. She stood up and shook herself off, humiliated. Dash came down and landed next to her. “Can’t fly yet?” she asked.

“N-no.” Scootaloo hung her head. “I’m s-sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry! Come on, I’ll give you a lift.” Dash bent down onto her knees and motioned for Scootaloo to get onto her back. Scootaloo climbed on and wrapped her front legs around Dash’s neck. “Ready?” Dash asked.

“Y-yes.”

“Okay, Cloudsdale, here comes Scootaloo!” She looked back and winked.

Dash pushed off with her powerful back legs and ascended. She flapped her elegant wings and rose like a majestic bird in flight. Scootaloo buried her head in Dash’s neck, afraid to look down. They were climbing fast. Scootaloo took in a deep breath.  Dash smelled so good. Oh, Celestia, she smelled good!

Scootaloo pressed her body as close to Dash’s hard body as could be. Her muscles rippled underneath her damp fur. Scootaloo was aroused. She opened her legs and moved her hips around on Dash’s neck. The movement of Dash’s wings under Scootaloo’s ass was driving her insane. She was wet, and with Dash’s sweat underneath her, it made for one incredible ride. She pressed her clit against Dash’s powerful neck and the sinewy muscles stimulated her pussy. It started to throb and pulsate for more. Dash’s muscles underneath felt independently alive, quivering and twitching all over Scootaloo’s throbbing pussy. She moved her hips in a circular motion; her clit was reaching out for more. Talk about a pony ride!

Dash’s jerky movements upon landing caused Scootaloo to orgasm, she writhed in passion as she rode Dash’s neck and kicked her like she was a rodeo horse. She almost fell off. “You ok up there?” Dash asked. Scootaloo was speechless, her vagina pulsating.

“Y-yes,” Scootaloo gasped, her head swimming. Dash bent down and let her dismount.  Scootaloo stumbled when she got down but righted herself.

“This is the way to the house,” Dash said, and led Scootaloo down a path lined with flowers and shrubs. It was a beautiful house, the path was lined with quartz crystal which illuminated with a million tiny rainbows when the moonlight hit it. She wouldn’t have expected anything less of Dash’s friends.

Once inside the house, Dash led her to a cozy room with a big fluffy bed, a TV, and a huge window with a view of Canterlot down below. Dash bowed. “Your room, madam,” she said. “You can freshen up in here. I’m going to take care of something for a minute and I’ll come get you straight after. Okay?”

Scootaloo nodded. She couldn’t believe this. Was she REALLY in Cloudsdale in a house with Rainbow Dash? Yes, yes she was. She sat down on the bed. She couldn’t even remember what it was like to sleep in a fluffy bed. It was luxurious. “Rainbow Dash?” she asked.

“Yeah kid?”

“Th-thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Dash winked at her.

On her way out of the room Dash started shaking her head. “That’s funny,” she mumbled to herself, “my neck feels sticky.”