Fly Away, Sweet Scootaloo

Scootaloo heard a faint voice and felt someone shaking her. "Wake up Scootaloo! WAKE UP! Wake up!" She jolted awake and started crying. Dash was there, gently shaking her. Scootaloo was trembling so bad her teeth were chattering, her purple eyes stricken with terror. "Wake up," Dash said, "it's okay kid, it was a dream, it was just a dream. It's okay now — I'm here now."

Scootaloo started to cry harder and held out her arms. Dash wrapped her wings around her and held her while she sobbed. Dash stroked her mane with her hoof and gently rocked her back and forth, like she was holding a newborn. "You're okay now," she whispered. "He's not here, Scootaloo, it's just me — I'm here now."

She imagined what horrors this kid was exposed to on a daily basis. From the way things looked, Scootaloo had witnessed things every day of her life that most ponies go their entire lives without ever seeing. Dash held Scootaloo for the better part of an hour and just let her cry, her sobs soft and steady, turning what had been frozen for a long while, into a river of tears. Neither of them said anything, they just sat, Scootaloo holding on to Dash with all her strength.

"Do you want to come sleep with me tonight?" There was no answer, only a tighter hug.

Dash carried her into the other bedroom and with Scootaloo still trembling, she gently lay her on the bed. She started to step away and Scootaloo cried out and held out her arms, terrified. Dash kept one of her wings on her as she went to the other side of the bed and climbed in next to the traumatized filly. She vowed to herself that Bubba would never hurt her — or anypony else — ever again, and that Scootaloo's abuse would stop now. Dash held her tight until the little pegasus finally fell asleep, and kept holding her until she fell asleep herself.

Scootaloo awoke early the next morning before the sun was up. It took her a few moments to realize where she was, but once she did she snuggled in as tight as she could, revelling in the comfort and serenity of the surroundings. Rainbow Dash was right next to her, her arms and wings wrapped around Scootaloo like a blanket. Scootaloo couldn't get close enough to Dash. She watched Dash sleep. She listened to her soft, steady breathing and watched her chest rise and fall with each breath. She put her face next to Dash's mouth and felt her breath on her cheek… it was warm and soft. Scootaloo put her nose on Dash's lips and inhaled her breath.

The delicately sweet aroma sent Scootaloo's drunken hormonal desires into overdrive. She felt that shudder again in her privates and her pussy started to quiver and demand attention. She licked her lips as she worked her hoof inside, commencing the journey to self satisfaction.

She put her mouth near to Dash's and savored each and every tiny puff of air that was released from the blue pegasus. She gently put her lips on Dash's… oh, Celestia, how sweet did her lips taste! Scootaloo very gently nibbled on Dash's lip and and tiny drop of her spit fell down on Dash's lower lip.  Scootaloo licked it up and sighed, closing her eyes as she savored. She licked Dash's lips. Silently and feather like Scootaloo ran her tongue from Dash's mouth down her neck, her chest, stopping at her nipples to caress each one with the warmth of her tongue. She moved down, past Dash's stomach and to her loins. She gently moved one of Dash's legs to the side, revealing the treasure between them. Scootaloo was breathless — she wanted it so bad. No pony made her feel the way Dash made her feel. No pony brought out such a strong desire to be touched as Dash did. She wasn't sure why she felt this way about Dash, but she knew she wanted her; she wanted Dash's body beside her in the throes of passion.

Scootaloo was breathless. Her little head fit perfectly between Dash's legs. With her tongue she found Dash's anus and, closing her eyes, she licked the pegasus' hole. She licked all around the outside, kissing it and pressing down her tongue on it, and then put the tip of her tongue inside. Her body jolted with lust. She moved her tongue around inside Dash's anus, and she worked her hoof farther inside her own pussy, searching madly for her G-spot.

Dash moaned and rolled over. Scootaloo waited until she was still again, then returned back to Dash voluptuous female organs. She nuzzed her head back in between Dash's legs and located her vulva. Ever so gently she took the bulb in her mouth, pressed her tongue down and slowly moved it around inside her warm mouth. She licked all around the outside of Dash's pussy and then stuck her tongue inside. It tasted amazing, sweet and musky. She stuck her tongue all the way inside the slippery slit, locating the swell of her clitoris, which she gently bit and nibbled, arching her back while working herself into a frenzy with her hoof.

When she hit her G-spot she arched her whole body back, crossed her eyes and furiously rubbed her clit, pushing down, pulling out, grinding her clit with a fury. She buried her face in Dash's pussy, wetting her face with Dash's marecum. Scootaloo was ready to cum. Moving her hoof lasciviously faster and faster, she climaxed explosively and writhed, her whole body and mind overtaken by passion as her clit throbbed and pulsed and felt like it was turning itself inside out. She furiously sucked and lapped up Dash's wetness as he tried to recover from the strongest orgasm she'd ever had.

Dash woke up and sat up in bed, groggy, confused, angry.

"What… what are you DOING?!" she shouted.

Scootaloo's head was still swimming. "I..I..." she stammered.

"YOU… you WHAT?! YOU WHAT?!"

Scootaloo was humiliated. She thought Dash would've liked what she was doing to her. "Scootaloo, I TRUSTED you!" she yelled.

Scootaloo hung her head in embarrassment. "I'm s-sorry," she whispered, "I have f-feelings for you I don't underst…"

Dash got up and spread out her wings and shook, like she was trying to shake something off. "I can't believe this!" Dash shouted. She glared at Scootaloo with angry eyes. Scootaloo felt afraid and backed up. Dash raged, "I can't believe I trusted you 'My foster parents are mean to me'". She imitated Scootaloo's voice. "'I need help, I ran away because they were hitting me'," Dash lamented.

"Rainbow Dash, I'm so s-sorry," Scootaloo cried.

"So did you PLAN all this? Was this in Scootaloos' big PLAN to get me in BED? Is Scootaloo even your real name? Who are you, really?" Dash was furious and she had begun pacing around the room.

"My name is Scoo-Scootal…" Dash got right in her face and Scootaloo cowered down, afraid that Dash was going to hit her.

"SO," Dash yelled, "so you think that just because your foster father does this to YOU, that you can just do it to any other pony?"

Scootaloo wilted like a dying flower. Tears filled her eyes. She felt a sick feeling in her stomach. "N-no," she said softly, "NO… no, I'm so s-sorry, Rainbow Dash."

She took off and ran out of the room and out of the house, galloping away as fast as she could, down the crystal path, crying, humiliated, and hating herself. Was she no better than Bubba?

Dash closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall. Oh, sweet Celestia, what have I done? she asked herself. She started after Scootaloo, who had a pretty good lead on her. Dash yelled for her to come back but Scootaloo kept on running.

With all Dash's strength and might she tried to catch up to the little orange pegasus, but she just couldn't catch up to her. She screamed when she saw Scootaloo reach the edge of Cloudsdale.

"Scootaloo, NO!" Dash yelled, "STOP!" But Scootaloo didn't listen — she jumped off the cloud city and instinctively buzzed her little wings, but to no avail. She plummeted down to Canterlot, slamming into the ground.