Author's Note
Spoilers...the CMC marks...it's official now.
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The train into Ponyville, how long had it been since she had last rode it when she graduated? A year ago? Was that all? Scootaloo thought as she sat up in her seat. Her year old still fresh cutie mark of a lightning bolt shield on her flanks. A whole year since that day in the school yard; two years since the graduation with the others, two years since the CMC disbanded. What need would their be for it when you're life's calling is found? She stayed in touch with her classmates of course, but there was so much still left unsaid, something she never realized after the excitement wore off. What did her mark mean? a shield and a lightning bolt...didn't Prince Shinning Armor have a similar mark on the sides of his flanks sides? Did her mark mean she was destined to be some "Great figurehead" in Canterlot? Well the royal guard would be damned if a mere filly just out her blank flank years was allowed among their ranks, ironic given the ratio of males to females in Equestrian society.
She adjusted the black bomber jacket with slits for her strong wings in the back, it felt...different, to say the least. Most of the other ponies her age where starting to take to wearing clothes for more than just special occasions, before ponies would only wear ellegant gowns and hoof wrought metal shoes for events or parties, and in the Wonderbolts case air shows, but most ponies before roughly a year ago would have been content to just, prance around with just the coats on thier backs. Now being dressed was all the time, was all the rage, That meant more emphasis on less..."Extravagance" when it came to fashion. Her best friend's sister Rarity would not approve, the way the colts and fillies began trading in hoof stitched gowns and jackets, for these new clothes called..."Jeans." Not to mention the tiny tops that rode up barrels, like the purple one she had on under her black bomber. and the shoes on her back hooves, not even made of a fine precious metal the way the elite and royals shoes where. 'When she saw first saw them in the windows' She read in her friends letter in her seat, 'I thought she was going to have a brain aneurysm! She called these new "sneakers," "no better than wrapping potato sacks around our hooves!" My sis eh scoots?'
The train pulled in and she got out her seat to step onto the platform; all around her, the same batch after batch of freshly CM'ed youngsters had their older siblings and relatives to see them. This was her old town, she had come home, why did she feel so...isolated? Scootaloo looked from face to face, but not one of them looked familiar. Not one seemed to remind her of her days as a wide eyed little blank flank, but she wasn't all that different right? Oh sure her wings had grown in and her flanks had filled out nicely, not to mention her slender legs well suited for the flyer she was growing into. She was at an awkward halfway point of the little filly and the grown girl her sister had been and still more or less was.
"This must be how Twilight felt when she started towering over her friends." She said adjusting herself with anxiety. Okay that wasn't exactly had it worked, even now the "Princess" Twilight was no different than that first day she had seen her at that summer sun festival a lifetime ago, maybe a little longer in the neckline and slightly taller than her friends but she was still the same old twilight that had been turned to stone by that cockatrice in the forest that night right? 'Right,' she again thought to herself. 'Get it together Scootaloo, if she's no different because of little growing, then you're not that different.' Scootaloo smiled and trotted with a sway of her flanks almost wishing her jean shorts weren't covering up her cutie mark, all that time trying to earn the damn thing, and she wasn't even showing it off properly.
Over the crowd of ponies talking and greeting each other, Scootaloo finally heard a familiar voice calling out to her. "Hey Scoots! Ya made it!" A Manehattan accented filly called over the crowds. Scootaloo turned her head to see the pinkish red mane of Babs Seed waving a hoof at her. Beside her was Sweetie Belle, Applebloom, and...
"Spike?" She asked as she made her way over to the group of her friends at a lunch table by the station restaurant. She took note of the not so baby dragon anymore. Spike was now as tall as a full grown stallion; he had a pair of wings no bigger than a pony's on his back. His claws had come in nicely, not exactly the sharp talons that could tear a pony to ribbons, but they where definitely noticeable. That was the only part of him that was noticeable either, like his pony company, Spike had slipped into a pair of tight hide hugging black shorts and a sleeveless muscle shirt that definitely showed off how strong his powerful dragon muscles had become. Scootaloo also couldn't help but notice for a brief second, she found herself drawn to a bulge in Spike's shorts, She licked her lips when she saw the bulge was all the way down to his inner thigh.
"Um Scootaloo? What are you?" Spike said his scales turning red as he huddled in his seat snapping scootaloo back to reality.
"Huh? Oh nothing, It's just so great to see you guys is all!" She said blushing herself as she took turns hugging each of the old CMC in turn, She almost lost it when it was her turn to give Spike a hug, 'that dragon really should have chosen looser clothes,' she thought feeling his spear poke her as she hugged him. She did her best to conceal her curiosity and interest as she took a seat and ordered her food.
"What'll it be miss?" The stallion behind the counter asked.
"A daisy chain and lay...I MEAN daisy, grain, and hay on rye please." She said getting a raised brow from the cook as her friends save for a confused looking Spike only giggled. 'whoa there girl, calm down.' She again thought as everyone resumed eating. I have got to get a hold of myself. I see how grown my friends, especially Spike have grown and all the sudden I'm making sex puns out my ears.
"So Spike," she asked as her sandwich was placed in front of her. "I see you're...like that time you became a greedy giant only not...you know...mean and big." As she took a bite.
"You noticed?" He asked his voice with slightly more growl to it, and yet still a little squeaky. "Twilight and the dragons finally got negotiations together and they shared elder knowledge with her, but it was this old tan dragon with a broken lower snout horn that talked to me on this snowy mountain. He told me how to control my growth so that it's not motivated by a sense of greed, but a sense of purpose...Yeah its a lot off that "wise old master" Ying-yang mubo jumbo and I almost don't believe it myself, but it's allowed me to not be a baby anymore...without turning into...you know." He said scratching behind his head with a claw. Making everyone there break out into bouts of laughter.
"So...how have you all been?" Scootaloo asked taking a sip of a smoothie she ordered.
"Eh Ya know how it is in the city, I get old mares that can't accept their grayer than mules."
"Because they are mules cous." Applebloom said interrupting her cousin.
"Or I get...dumb...chicks that can't decide on what the oblivion they want me ta do with their bird's nests they call manes." It was clear Babs was using all she could to avoid saying a few more choice colorful words in that last sentence.
"Things at Sweet Apple Acres is fine an dandy, not much is different cept...well..." She said blushing and hiding behind her apple family hat. In spite of having earned her apple family hat, Apple bloom still wore her big red bow from her blank flank days, the effect gave her a edge of filly like cuteness...and innocence.
"What is it?" Scootaloo asked feeling her curiosity peak.
"Ohhh nothing." Sweetie Belle said her voice still just as soft and girlish as her days as a blank.
"Come one don't tease, what's the big whup?" She asked Applebloom in annoyance.
"Say please." She replied giggling like a school filly.
"Please." Scootaloo said growing impatient/
"Pretty Please?" Applebloom replied back lowering her hat.
"Applebloom aren't we a little old for this? Oblivion Isn't this joke older than we are?" She said folding her fore-hooves over her chest.
"Alright, alright, I'll tell y'all, killjoy." She said before sipping her own drink and sighing contently. "Mah big brother Mac asked Ms. Cheerilee to marry him! And yes before you say anything it was for real this time, not a relapse of that poison." She said blushing hard.
"Really?" Scootaloo said her wings popping open in excitement, which she promptly folded back closed.
"Yep, and she said yes as soon as he got on his knees, they're getting hitched next heart's and hooves day...ironic given their history with that day, but that's not...okay it is but it's not the original reason I wrote to everypony to come back to ponyvile." She said as she watched Scootaloo blush as the memories of that Hearts and hooves day came flooding back. "Ya see, a few days before Big Mac proposed, I was thinking of how it's been a year since we graduated from cutie mark school right?"
"Yeah," Scootaloo said with renewed intrigue.
"Sure seems like it was a lifetime ago when it was only a year." Sweetie said.
"And we had a lot of good memories in that one room school right?"
"Uh uh," was the general reply.
"So I was thinking, we may not know what the future holds, the CMC may be gone, but our friendship lives on right?" Applebloom happily said channeling her old CMC perkiness. While most of her friends agreed. "So after Mac proposed, I asked Ms. Cheerilee if I could...borrow her school house in a few days...while everypony get's their flanks back to town, for a little...reunion this saturday night the 10th of October."
"The day we got our marks." Sweetie said lifting her white skirt aside to admire her mark. "Applebloom thought we should all get together for one last night together...sure it may not BE the last, but just as we never knew what our marks would be when we got them, we don't know what the future will bring now that we have them."
"Hey wait!" Spike said in awe, "I get the idea, but...why did you guys invite me? I'm not a pony; I wasn't a Cutie Mark Crusader, and I wasn't a school foal." Spike said giving his head scales (which where slightly pointer now) a few strokes with a comb.
"I know...Spiky wikey," Sweetie Belle said channeling Rarity's old pet name for him and irritating him a bit, "but you still where a big part of our foal school days spike, and you where like the "Forth Crusader", like how you're also the "Seventh Pony" among my sister's friends. SO don't you wanna join all those carefree grads now that you're a big dragon yourself?" She asked him.
"Uhh sure, I guess." Spike said again rubbing behind his head again not sure what to think of the situation.
"Good Sweetie Belle said," her voice suddenly getting a bit...seductive and mischievous. "Because with the R.S.V.P's we've been getting, this is gonna be one reunion nopony will be forgetting anytime soon." She said a devious and sneaky little grin spreading ear to ear, evoking the oh so deviousness of her rivals turned best friends Diamond and Silver.
They looked around the old haunt of their school house, Ms. Cheerilee had really kept the place in order since they had been gone. For the occasion, The school desks had been shuffled into the closet and a table full of delicious snacks from apple chips to Sugar Cube Corner's finest sweets, was placed on one corner. Sweetie Bell began to lower the blinds to the windows, which prompted the curiosity of Scootoloo.
"Uh...Sweetie? Why are..." she said but in some ways she knew her answer.
"So nopony can just look in and see what'll be going on in here." Sweetie said giving her light purple. Skirt a soft fluff.
"Okay Scoots," AppleBloom said as she tied her checkered top into a Daisy Dukes knot around her barrel. "Ah think we've been friends long enough to not keep secrets from each other, this little get together?" She said as she pulled a tight red hem of her panties from under the flank hugging jeans shorts she wore.
"Is more then a welcoming back party." Sweetie said her voice tone changing as she tore away a bit of her skirt which has only been attached by a hidden zipper, it rode so high up her flanks that it wouldn't taken a colt much imagination, not to mention in luie of panties, she swished her tail tip side to side just barley allowing Scootoloo a peak at her mare hood.
"That sister of mine, she added the extra lenght after my first design almost made her have a heart attack." Sweetie Bell said as she did the same with her light purple, almost white lace top. "Anyway everypony only lives once and we're all young, and just got what makes us..."big mares" now." She said in a fillyish little pseudo lolli voice.
So we decided, with mah brother moving on to spend the rest of his life with one mare, her old students celebrate how happy we are for her by doing the opposite." Applebloom said as she snugglex Scootoloo's side with a glint of lust in her eyes. "Have the colts over in her old school house for a night of really wild rutting, no regrets, no looking back with shame, just getting all that ambition out in one go."
Scootoloo could hardly believe the same cute innocent little Applebloom she grew up with was saying such things, or that Sweetie bell was trotting around half naked. Ok not really since the three of them had spent a good chunk of their filly hoods naked, but still.
"Okay are you two changelings? Because I almost cant believe what I'm hearing!" Scootoloo said about to open the door and leave to tell Twilight Queen Chysalis was probably back.
"When you had your first heat; you wanted Rumble to be you're special somepony to help you with it, but he was sick with feather flu, so we filly fooled with my sister's gem studded golden phallus to get you through it." Sweetie Bell said grinning ear to floppy ear. "Would a changeling know that?"
"No bucking way." Scootoloo said realizing it was no trick. Still, sje could hardly believe what her friends had in store once the colts got here. "I...I still think feels wrong." She said blushing as Sweetie Belle nudged her side lovingly.
"I know you're in heat Scoots, and I think a good buck will do you good." She said softly kissing her cheek, they had experimented with filly fooling before, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it, but Rumble had sent her a pic from his time with the weather team. All that hard flying and Cloud working jad given the young adult colt a ripped set of haunces and wings of steel. She missed her chance to get close to him because of that damn pegasus disease feather flu.
"When will they get here?" Scootoloo asks as Sweetie Belle took a gold tube of bright orange lipstick that complimented her mare friend's coat nicely.
"Ten minutes, more than enough time for you to get your muzzle and mane nice and pretty for Rumble." Sweetie said applying lipstick to Scootoloo's muzzle. Scootoloo planted a soft kiss on Sweetie's warm lips and stroked her cheek with a hoof delicately.
"What do you saw we show Rumble the time of his life...together?" She said giving Sweetie's super sensitive horn a lick from base to tip imagining that it was Rumble's thick hard cock. Her lick made the unicorn filly just shy of a mare shiver in bliss as her horn glowed.
"One condition?" Sweetie asked blushing hard.
"Oh? and what pray tell is that you naughty filly?" She asked as she trotted over to the window and looking past the blinds to see Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, Twist a loo, and Dinky leading Chowder, Rumble, Pipsqueak, Button Mash, Snips, Snails, (who while still a little on the dim amd dumpy side had grown into some half decent enough big colts) and the piece that all the fillies would be after, the grown in spiky scales big winged dragon spike, to the school house.
"I want you to let the colts take turns with you...one by one as the opening act." Sweetie said, her words making Scootoloo a bit nervous. Sweetie gave her another loving kiss and stroked her mane. "I promise I'll hold your hoof amd the girls will all be with you and never take my eyes off you, and wjen it's over...I'll suck all that hot sticky stallion and dragon batter from you and swallow it all."
The ear to ear grin was all the answer Sweetie Belle needed, the door echoed with the sound of a big strong claw of a big strong (and well hung) dragon. "Come in boys." Sweetie said with a seductively and yet sweet and innocent little voice, almost exactly like the voice of that innocent little filly who graduated just a year ago with her very special cutie mark.
