Sweetie Belle didn't know how long it had taken her to finish, but it had probably been at least ten minutes. Every time she'd thought she was done, more had come out. Now she was finally certain she'd gotten it all out, which left only one problem.

"Scoots? Are you out there?"

After a short silence, an answer came, muffled by the door. "Yeah."

"Umm... I'm finished."

"Great," came the muffled answer.

"Umm... ummm..." Sweetie Belle could feel her face burning. "My hooves are still tied so... I can't wipe."

"Oh... crap," Scootaloo answered. "I didn't think of that. Err... Try if you can open the knots with your teeth? Or... or use your magic! I'm sure you can manage an un-knotting spell or something."

Sweetie Belle shook her head to the otherwise empty room. "I tried my teeth and I can't reach the knots! And I can't do magic like that! You have to come in."

"No way!" Scootaloo shouted. "It stinks in there!"

"You think I don't know that? But either you come in and untie these knots or, you know, wipe for me."

"EWWW!" Scootaloo shouted.

"Either way you still hafta come inside!"

"Eeewww..." Scootaloo repeated, but in a more mollified, defeated tone. Sweetie Belle heard the door creak open slightly. "OH CELESTIA!" Scootaloo shouted and slammed the door shut.

"Scootaloo!"

"I'm coming! I just gotta catch my breath and hold it!" The door creaked open again, and Sweetie felt Scootaloo grab onto her forehooves. There were several *snip**snip* sounds, and her forehooves were finally free. The moment they came apart, she heard the door slam shut again.

"Thanks!" Sweetie Belle shouted. She tugged on the blindfold still on her face, but it wouldn't come loose. The knot was utterly tangled, so there was no hope of getting it open, so she had to brute-force it and tug it upwards until after several tries it slid up and over her horn. The bright light in the toilet made her blink, and her forehooves were starting to tingle fiercely after falling asleep during their incarceration. She quickly finished off and went to wash her hooves. The monstrosity that peered at her from the mirror made her take a step back. Snot covered her face, and her huge eyes were all red and bloodshot. To top the whole mess off was her curly mane, now just one huge tangle from root to tip. After washing her hooves, she also washed her face. It felt like the cold water brought new life to her, and she actually gave herself a tiny little smile. Sweetie Belle stepped out the door, and almost tripped over Scootaloo who was sitting right next to the door against the wall. Her eyes were rimmed with tears, and dark streaks ran down her cheeks. "Umm... hi?" Sweetie Belle tried.

"I'm so sorry, Sweetie," Scootaloo said. Tears immediately started welling from her eyes. "I went too far and I totally understand if you don't ever wanna see me again and if you just let me explain then I'll... I'll go. just please let me explain."

"Huh?" was all Sweetie Belle could get out.

"I really was going to leave you there. I mean, when I came here earlier. I was gonna leave you on the bed and make you make a mess and just leave you there."

"Really?" Sweetie Belle asked. She was lost somewhere between incomprehension and disbelief.

"Yeah. I was so angry and I just wanted to make you feel like I did when you didn't let me go. I just... I just wanted to hurt you and make you feel bad. I've been thinking of getting r-revenge on you and I wanted to leave you here with, you know. That's why I had that enema with me to begin with. I was gonna leave you there."

"B-but Scootaloo!" Sweetie Belle said. "You didn't leave! You came back for me!"

"Only because of what you said before, that you'd help me through everything and all. That was after I'd already tied you up and spanked you and you still just thought about me. When you were shouting at me to not leave, I just couldn't take it. I ran downstairs and grabbed a pair of scissors and ran up here. I just couldn't leave you. "

"Scoots..." Sweetie Belle started, but Scootaloo felt a trembling hoof up.

"Please, I gotta say it. When I was telling you all that stuff about leaving you there and telling everypony at school, I just felt so cold. Like I wasn't gonna be warm ever again. It was the worst. I was the worst. I was gonna be a monster. I thought it would make me feel better. Make me stop being afraid all the time. Make me stop thinking or something. I dunno. But all it did was make me realise how... how disgusting I was. What I was about to do to my f-friend. I know I should have stopped earlier, or even told you this thing was stupid from the start and I never should have hit you or done any of this to you and I'm just so sorry about everything!" Scootaloo's whole tiny body shook as a huge sob racked her. She hid her face behind her hooves.

"Scoots," Sweetie started. Scootaloo turned away, almost as if expecting Sweetie Belle to hit her in the face. "It's okay, Scoots. You came back."

Scootaloo peeked at her from behind her hooves, her eyes wide in confusion. "What?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, I totally deserved the spanking and... the manebrushing too I guess. And, well, the enema thing was pretty awful, but it made me realise how awful I made you feel when I left you alone and you, well, peed yourself."

Scootaloo didn't move her hooves from where they were hovering on her face, but nodded.

"So, what I mean is, today's been pretty awful and, well..." Sweetie Belle said. "Do you think you could forgive me now?"

Scootaloo's head shot up. "Me? Forgive you? But I'm the one apologising here!"

Sweetie Belle smiled. "You're forgiven, and I really mean it from the bottom of my heart."

"But how can you!? I did all that stuff to you. I did... I almost..." Scootaloo started, but couldn't finish what she was trying to say. Her lower lip started trembling and she had to wipe tears from her eyes.

"You came back, Scoots! That's the only thing that matters to me," Sweetie Belle stepped closer and put a gentle hoof onto Scootaloo's head. "You didn't betray me, like I did to you. Whatever else you did or didn't do today, it doesn't matter." She stroked Scootaloo's cheek. "So can you... can you forgive me, Scoots?" Sweetie Belle asked.

Scootaloo looked up to her with blurry eyes, and nodded deeply. She then lifted her shaking forehooves into the air uncertainly.

Sweetie Belle wrapped her hooves around Scootaloo's shoulders. Scootaloo clung to her desperately and sniffled loudly. Sweetie Belle sat down in front of Scootaloo, then jumped forward with a huge yelp. The fillies ended up in in a messy pile on the floor, with Sweetie Belle on top of Scootaloo. Scootaloo looked at Sweetie Belle with her eyes wide.

"Sorry! My butt hurts," Sweetie Belle said.

The fillies looked each other in the eyes for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing. They laughed and laughed, holding each other in a tight embrace, giggling and snorting and guffawing, until both their stomachs started to hurt. They had to wipe tears from their ears after they were done, with a few afterquake-chuckles still coursing through them a few times.

"Friends?" Scootaloo asked

"Best," Sweetie Belle answered.

They smiled at each other for a moment in silence, their faces only a few inches apart. What followed felt completely natural, as Sweetie Belle leaned forward slowly and pressed her lips against Scootaloo's. Scootaloo closed her eyes dreamily, and opened her mouth up, accepting the kiss and responding in kind. It wasn't even the kind of quick peck that foals were won't to give their parents, but instead a long, tender affair. Sweetie Belle's mind returned to the time she'd been probing Scootaloo's mouth with the ice cream stick in the Summer, pretending to exam Scootaloo's mouth. Unlike the lemonade-y sweetness back then, Scootaloo's mouth didn't taste much of anything this time, but the softness of her lips was exactly how she remembered it. Sweetie Belle let her own eyes droop shut as well, only enjoying the moment. Their forehooves were locked, with Sweetie Belle only lightly having to press against the floor so as not to fall off of Scootaloo. As the kiss continued, Scootaloo's hooves slowly started to travel down Sweetie Belle's sides. Instead of a tickling sensation that usually accompanied such a touch, it instead sent tingling waves of pleasure up and down her body. Sweetie Belle moaned slightly into Scootaloo's mouth, pushing her tongue out, immediately touching Scootaloo's. The tips of their tongues circled around each other playfully, slowly and clumsily bumping against each other, yet desperate for more.

After several long moments of the blissful kiss, Sweetie Belle finally leaned back. As she opened her eyes, she could see Scootaloo panting, out of breath, her eyes still closed, and rivulets of saliva running down her cheeks from the edges of her mouth. Sweetie Belle would usually probably have called it gross, but right now nothing she could see on her best friend would feel anything but perfect for her.

Scootaloo's eyes opened up slowly as well, and when she stared straight into Sweetie Belle's eyes, she slowly let her mouth open up in a wide toothy grin. "Wow," she said.

"Yeah," Sweetie Belle could only answer. "Wow." She leaned forward, but instead of locking their lips together again, she nuzzled Scootaloo's cheek with her own, enjoying the softness against her skin.

Scootaloo's forehooves kept traveling along Sweetie Belle's body, now reach down and massaging the white, blank flanks of her friend. "You know, Sweetie..." she started. "Back then I, umm, really didn't mind the kissing part."

Sweetie nuzzled her softly. "Me neither."

"You know what else I didn't really mind?" Scootaloo asked.

"Hmm?" Sweetie Belle said. She slowly rose back up, onto her forehooves to look at Scootaloo.

Scootaloo's forehoof slowly moved from Sweetie Belle's flank, slowly sliding down to touch her thigh, and then belly. As it inched even closer to Sweetie Belle's nethers, it stopped. Scootaloo looked Sweetie Belle straight in the eyes, and Sweetie Belle nodded. The hoof moved the short distance down, and brushed against Sweetie Belle's slit. "You're really wet," she said, and moved her hoof up and down along Sweetie Belle's cunny.

Waves of pleasure pulsed all throughout Sweetie Belle's body. "Ahhh!" she moaned, and felt her face growing hotter than it had ever been, but this time it felt like a good blush, one not of embarrassment, but excitement. She pushed her own forehoof down between Scootaloo's legs, and found a warm, wet canyon waiting for her exploring hoof. "You too," she said.

It was Scootaloo's turn to gasp, her face turning into one of the most adorable expressions Sweetie Belle had ever seen on her best friend. They kept on moving their hooves slowly against each other's nethers, with Scootaloo shuddering under Sweetie Belle, making her whole body quake in kind. Scootaloo's hoof stopped and moved away, despite Sweetie Belle's hip instinctively thrusting after it. "Wanna get on your bed?" Scootaloo asked.

Sweetie nodded, and quickly rolled off of her friend. Scootaloo jumped up with all the agility of an athletic pegasus, and even without waiting for Sweetie Belle to get up, started walking for the door to the room that just previously had been a torture chamber, yet would now be only for pleasure. Sweetie quickly rose up and followed. Just inside she caught up with Scootaloo, who had wings spread up rigidly and her tail held high, exposing everything underneath it. She was dripping wet, with her juices running down her leg. She jumped onto the bed, and helped Sweetie up with her hoof as well.

Sweetie Belle stood in front of Scootaloo uncertainly. She could have sat down like Scootaloo did, but that would force her to put weight onto her throbbing bottom. She opted to instead lower first her chest, then her lower body down onto the bed, finally pushing her hind legs back, leaving her rump up and safe. She looked up at Scootaloo now positively towering above her. "This is kinda how I was before," she said. A slight shiver ran up her body.

"Yeah," Scootaloo said. She looked away for a moment.

"I said it was okay, Scoots," Sweetie Belle said.

Scootaloo turned back to her and put on a slightly forced smile. "I guess."

Sweetie Belle was left with her head only inches from Scootaloo's nethers. "Hey, you wanna lie back?"

"You gonna..?" Scootaloo asked.

"Only if you want me to. I mean, if it reminds you too much of—"

"No! I mean, uhh..." Scootaloo said. "That's one of the parts I didn't mind at all."

"So you want me to l-lick you there?" Sweetie Belle said and licked her lips.

Scootaloo swallowed the huge lump in her throat, then nodded. She leaned back on the pillows at the head of the bed, then slowly slid her body lower while spreading her legs, bringing her moist cunny right in front of Sweetie Belle's face. Sweetie Belle pushed her forehooves underneath Scootaloo's hind legs and pulled the expecting slit against her tongue, with the smell and taste of Scootaloo's excitement hitting her at the same time. The moment she moved her tongue along the slippery, slimy crevasse, Scootaloo's hind legs bucked into the air.

"Oh, HAY, yes!" Scootaloo shouted.

That was the sign for Sweetie Belle to start out at full speed. She licked and lapped all the way along Scootaloo's nethers, starting from almost next to her other hole, then traveling up until she reached the sharply angled top, then again.

"Aaaah! Sweetie! That... Aaaaah!" Scootaloo moaned. Her whole body moved in rhythm of Sweetie Belle's tiny tongue pleasuring her.

It was almost the same position as the first time Sweetie Belle had licked Scootaloo's private parts in the Clubhouse, though this time Sweetie Belle couldn't help but notice how much louder Scootaloo was. At first it felt a bit scary to her, but the feeling soon turned into excitement. Nopony would be able to hear them anyways. She buried her muzzle in Scootaloo's crotch, pushing her tongue deeper, but found she soon bottomed the orange folds, bringing out even louder moans from Scootaloo. Sweetie Belle felt her own nose start to run and eyes water, her own juices mixing in with those of Scootaloo's all over her face. As she moved her own hind legs, she felt them stick to each other from all the freely running filly nectar she was gushing out as well. She was also sweating madly, feeling hot drops running down her back and sides. Her forehooves were still under Scootaloo's hind legs, now trapped between the horny little pegasus and the fluffy heart-patterned covers of her bed.

"Oaaah! Aaahh! Aaahahahaaaah!" Scootaloo shouted. She put one of her hooves on top of Sweetie Belle's head and started moving her head at a fast pace, which Sweetie Belle happily followed. In addition to being quite a lot more vocal than the last time, Scootaloo wasn't all tied up either, and it showed, with her tiny body twitching, hips thrusting, and hooves bucking in the air all with Sweetie Belle's every lick. She pushed her tongue in as deep as it would go, then flicked it up, hitting Scootaloo in her tiny, throbbing nub. Scootaloo whole body bounced up an inch from the bed as she squealed from pleasure.

Sweetie Belle leaned back for a bit of breath. "You really like that part!" she said amidst her panting. "It's almost like MHMMH MHMMM!" She was cut off as Scootaloo took a two full hooffuls of her mane and pulled her back in, squishing her face against the burning hot crotch in front of her. "MMHMHMMM!" She was about to struggle and object, but as she looked up and saw Scootaloo's face, she soon changed her mind. Scootaloo's eyes were half-closed, with her tongue lolling out of her mouth with a long drizzle of saliva hanging from it and running down her chest. Even if Sweetie Belle was almost completely inexperienced with what she was doing, she could tell that Scootaloo was close to her climax. She dove back into the slippery tight snatch rubbing against her face and started to lick anew, making sure to finish all of her laps high enough to touch against Scootaloo's button. Scootaloo moaned again and pulled her even harder on her mane, with Sweetie almost crying out in pain. Her mouth was pulled upwards, so she did all she could, and sucked, pulling in the throbbing little filly nub between her lips, and then flickered her tiny tongue against it as fast as she could.

That finally took Scootaloo over, and with a long, high-pitched whinny, Scootaloo started thrusting her hips, with loads more of her salty, bitter juice bursting against Sweetie Belle's mouth. At first Sweetie Belle tried to pull away, but Scootaloo still held her mane tightly, so she kept licking the nub, and Scootaloo just kept on shaking and twitching as more and more of her liquids sprayed out. Scootaloo wasn't moaning any more so much as shrieking, her whole body trembling like she was almost about to start convulsing. Scootaloo finally let go of Sweetie Belle's mane, but Sweetie's forehooves were still caught underneath Scootaloo's hind legs and rump, so despite no longer actively licking, she still got every last drop Scootaloo had to offer straight on her face.

After the onslaught of ecstasy finally ebbed, Sweetie Belle could finally open her eyes. In front of her, as if waving her goodbye for the time being, she could see Scootaloo's swollen snatch wink at her few times. Above it, Scootaloo fell limply on her back, with her tongue still lolling out the side of her mouth. Her chest moved up and down along with her raspy breaths. Sweetie Belle finally mustered enough strength to pull her trapped forehooves free, and pushed herself back a bit. In front of her there was a huge, dark soiled patch on her fluffy bed covering. She touched her face with a hoof and found it wet and slippery as if she'd just come out of the rain. "Wow! A lot more came out than last time!"

"Yeah... that was..." Scootaloo started, but had to take a deep breath before continuing "TOTALLY AWESOME!" Suddenly energized, she sat up and grabbed Sweetie Belle's forehooves. "That was the best thing ever, Sweetie! Even better than last time!"

"T-thanks," Sweetie Belle said. She could still feel her heart pounding in her chest from the exhaustion, and couldn't help but wonder how Scootaloo was even able to sit up straight. As she maneuvered her forehooves from beneath Scootaloo and underneath her own chest, she looked up to see Scootaloo grin at her like a maniac. "What?"

"Your..." Scootaloo couldn't stop herself from snickering. "Your face is a total mess!"

Sweetie brought a forehoof against her face again. "Hey! It's all your fault! I didn't know you were gonna gush like that!"

"Well you just kept on going and I felt like I wasn't going to be able to stop. I might have exploded or something if you'd kept going on any longer."

"Wait, can that happen?" Sweetie Belle asked, her voice creeping up half an octave.

Scootaloo looked at her dumb-founded for a moment, then fell down on her back again, laughing like a hyena.

"What!?" Sweetie Belle shouted. "I don't know about stuff like this!"

Sweetie Belle's indignation only served to egg Scootaloo on further.

"Hey! Stop it! It's not that funny!" Sweetie Belle shouted, but to no avail. As the laughter just felt like going on and on, she'd had enough. She squinted her eyes to make sure aim would be perfect. She lunged forward and pressed her mouth against Scootaloo's cunny, and blew the loudest raspberry in her life against it.

"WAAAAAAAAOHNOOO!" Scootaloo shouted, followed by a loud thud and clattering sounds as she landed onto the floor. Sweetie Belle was already holding a hoof against her mouth to cover her giggles as Scootaloo jumped back into view, massaging the bump under her purple mane. "No fair!" Scootaloo shouted.

Scootaloo's angry expression made Sweetie Belle burst out laughing.

"Hey! Cut it out!" Scootaloo shouted.

This time the tables were turned, and there was no way for Sweetie Belle to stop even if she'd wanted to. She closed her eyes, fully expecting some sort of retribution from her friend. Her laughter stopped short the moment a loud smack rang through the air and a huge jolt of pain ran up from Sweetie Belle's rump through her whole body.

The room was plunged into utter silence. After a moment, a quivering voice came from Scootaloo. "Sweetie, I..."

"Nnnngh," Sweetie Belle said. She was clenching her teeth together not to cry out.

"I didn't mean to, I swear!" Scootaloo stammered. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's... hah... it's okay," Sweetie Belle said, turning to look at Scootaloo's panicked face and forced her mouth into a smile. "I guess I had that one coming."

Scootaloo looked relieved, but still shook her head. "Yeah, but I shouldn't have, you know, on your butt. I mean, it's still gotta hurt like crazy."

"Well, duh!" Sweetie Belle said, and pushed her tongue out. "And guess whose fault that is too?"

"Yeah, heheh." Scootaloo rubbed the back of her head with a forehoof without being able to make eye contact.

The battle won, Sweetie Belle decided to be a magnanimous victor. "So, how bad does it look?"

Scootaloo's ears perked up. "Whaddya mean?"

"Well I didn't get to look at it in the toilet because the mirror is so high, so I don't really know how bad it looks."

"Oh," Scootaloo said. She climbed onto the bed and sat behind Sweetie Belle. "It's, uhh, wow. It's pretty, umm, red."

Her friend staring at her butt did make Sweetie Belle feel some red spread across her face as well. "Yeah, but how bad? Like little pink, or a lot pink, or red, or, or what?" After getting no answer for a moment, she looked behind her shoulder. "Scootaloo?" Scootaloo was looking down at Sweetie Belle's rump, but when she saw Sweetie Belle looking at her, turned away. "What is it, Scoots?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"I'm sorry, Sweetie," Scootaloo said. "I just..." She turned back to look at Sweetie Belle's bottom. "I did this, you know. To you. I mean... I hurt you this bad."

Sweetie Belle choked at that a bit. Scootaloo looked almost ready to cry, which wrenched her own gut as well. "We talked it over, right? I deserved it and then some, right?"

"Well, yeah, but it looks a lot worse than I thought it would."

Sweetie Belle moved her rump a bit, and had to wince from the fresh wave of angry pain. "It hurts, yeah, but it should, so I guess it's okay."

"I..." Scootaloo said. "I really did a number on you."

Sweetie Belle could her the sadness in Scootaloo's words. "But I de—"

"No, you didn't. Not this bad." Scootaloo took a deep breath. "I was just so angry and confused, and thought hitting you would make me feel better, but it didn't." Scootaloo lifted a forehoof into the air and moved it towards Sweetie Belle's bottom, but stopped right before touching down. "Can I?" she asked.

"Uhh, okay," Sweetie Belle said. "Just be careful."

The hoof landed. Instead of another sharp jolt of pain, the feeling was more like someone running a rough cloth over her skin. Scootaloo's careful hoof traveled all over her rear, albeit never causing any actual pain. After a while, Sweetie Belle felt her body relaxing and she leaned back onto her stomach, allowing her chin to rest on the bed and her eyes to droop shut.

"You okay there?" Scootaloo asked.

"It feels kinda nice. Could you do it some more?"

There was no answer, but the soft hoof started moving all over her rump again. Any moment Sweetie Expected the pain to return, but instead the warm bed, the quiet room, and the surprisingly gentle touch of Scootaloo started to make her really relaxed. "Please don't stop," she muttered.

The tender stroking started to send shivers of pleasure instead of pain throughout Sweetie Belle's young body. She'd never had a massage, but from what Rarity had told her, this had to be something like it. She allowed her whole body to fall limp, and moved her hind legs further apart. She now felt Scootaloo use both of her hooves to stroke her spanked bottom, and despite the awkwardness and feeling utterly naked in front Scootaloo, it really didn't matter. Sure, her face was probably glowing brighter than her butt right now, but everything was okay because it was her best friend doing it. And once in a while, Scootaloo's hoof would travel down the side of her buttocks, or even brush against her slit, which sent electric shivers down her whole body. "Mmmmhhh," she quietly murmured.

Scootaloo's hoof traveled along her inner thigh, an area that hadn't gotten any smacks from the manebrush, and stopped just short of her snatch. "Would you like me to, uhh, touch you there too?"

"U-huh," Sweetie Belle said dreamily, and opened her hind legs even further.

The hoof continued, but this time it didn't merely brush past Sweetie Belle's slit, but slowly rubbed against it. Up and down, up and down, slowly and meticulously. Somewhere in Sweetie Belle's fading consciousness she thought how unlike the touch felt for her brash firebrand of a friend, but it felt perfect. The slow ministration continued, up and down, sending waves of pleasure all over her lower body.

The other hoof joined its partner, going low and underneath Sweetie Belle to rub against the lower part of her cunny, until it finally found its mark. A sharp shock made her whole body twitch as Scootaloo found her nub in turn. Sweetie Belle instinctively bit down on her hoof. "Mmmmmmmhhh!" she moaned quietly.

"I know, right? That's the best spot," Scootaloo said. Her hooves kept moving, one up and down Sweetie Belle's slit, the other doing slow, lazy circles around her happy button. "You know what'd feel even better?"

"Hmh?" Sweetie Belle said, only then noticing she'd been holding her forehoof in her mouth. "What?"

"Can you lift your butt up for just a sec?" Scootaloo said. She moved past Sweetie Belle to the head of the bed and picked up one of the pillows she'd herself been reclining against during Sweetie Belle's tongue treatment.

Sweetie Belle wondered if she had any power left in her hind legs any more, but by some miracle she was able to prop her bottom up in the air, still holding her chest and chin against the bed. The pillow was slid underneath her lower body, and she let her hind legs flop again, leaving her rump far higher than it had been. The position didn't feel awkward at all, and it even supported her hind legs nicely so she didn't really have to strain to keep them apart either.

Scootaloo sat back down behind her. "Okay... I'm gonna do this. You ready?" Her every word blew a tiny puff of wind against Sweetie Belle's wetness, which made her shiver from both the chill and anticipation. She wiggled her rear from side to side, anxious for Scootaloo to start.

What happened next surprised Sweetie Belle completely. Instead of Scootaloo continuing to use her hooves, something warm and raspy ran along her cunny. Sweetie Belle's eyes shot open as a realisation hit her: It had to be Scootaloo's tongue! Her whole body jerked forward as Scootaloo lapped at her tight snatch. "Hnnnnnnhhh!" she moaned, the sound suppressed by the hoof she hadn't even noticed pushing back into her mouth.

"Tastes kinda funny," Scootaloo said.

"Yeah, it kinda does," Sweetie Belle answered.

Behind her, Scootaloo had noticed that Sweetie Belle's upraised bottom left her forehooves free, so she continued the stroking from before, not even noticing how much harder she was kneading and squeezing Sweetie Belle's plump buttocks in her excitement. Sweetie Belle wanted to cry out in pain, but at the same time, that would probably make Scootaloo stop. She kept biting down into her hoof harder and harder, moaning and mewling into it, enjoying the utterly strange combination of both pain and pleasure her body was being subjected to. And then Scootaloo moved one of her hooves down to Sweetie Belle's nub, and the world turned into stars. "H-huaaaaaahhh!" Sweetie Belle shouted, no longer able to keep it in. Scootaloo was licking her cunny and rubbing against her most sensitive part at the same time. "Ohgoshohgoshohgosh!" Sweetie Belle kept repeating over and over, her whole world turned into a microverse of horniness and horror, the ying-yang of Scootaloo squeezing her rump painfully, and the sloppy ministration combined to not only push her over the edge, but outright launch her from a cannon into a pulsating bottomless pit of ecstasy. She squealed out something, not able to form any semblance of coherent thoughts, let alone words. She shook her head from side to side, feeling each motion take an eternity, each wave crashing into her like a tidal wave, finally leaving her shiver, sweating and panting back on her bed.

"You done?" Scootaloo asked from the next country over.

"Hu... huhhhh... ahhh... yeah..." Sweetie whispered.

"You came a lot too!" Scootaloo shouted from behind the mountains.

With the rushing speed of a tectonic plate, Sweetie finally managed to turn her head back and look over her shoulder. Scootaloo was wiping her face and hooves on the cover of the bed. "H-hey! Stop that! You're gonna mess it up!"

Scootaloo looked at her dumb-founded, then snorted a short laugh. "In case you didn't notice, the bed is a mess."

"Oh..." Sweetie Belle said. She somehow pushed herself up from the bed and gave a look around. If anything, Scootaloo had been under-exaggerating the state of her bed. Several huge wet patches were all over the covers from all their sweat, saliva, and filly juices. Sweetie felt a tiny panic rise inside her chest. "We gotta clean this place up!"

Scootaloo was reclining back and scratching at her belly with a disinterested expression on her face. "Why?"

"Why? What am I gonna do when my parents come back..." Sweetie Belle blinked her eyes as her brain started catching up. "Which is gonna be tomorrow."

"Yup," Scootaloo said. Her face twisted into a wicked grin. "And we weren't gonna stop now anyways, right?"

Sweetie Belle grinned back at her best friend, and pounced on top of her.

It was late. It was very, very late. Sweetie Belle could hardly lift her hooves from the ground as she rounded the final corner and finally caught sight of the Carousel Boutique. She pushed her yellow raincap lower, and tightened the raincoat around her, making sure for probably the hundredth time that her red rump wasn't visible from underneath it. There wasn't much of a risk of anypony being outside during the horrid Autumn storm, but she wasn't going to take any risks. Every step hurt, but mostly because of her cunny being so swollen and abused after everything that had happened.

She and Scootaloo had been at each other for hours, until they'd both been so sore that they couldn't even hold their hind legs together. They'd played around with the enema kit Scootaloo had with her, this time with Scootaloo getting hers from Nurse Sweetie. They'd agreed never to try it again. Sweetie Belle had also given a little over-the-lap spanking to Scootaloo, but it had been just for fun, and Scootaloo had been all too eager to take it, as well as the tongue treatment she got afterwards. During their short breathers, they'd talked about how their filly slits tasted like, trying to find something to describe it with, but failing miserably. Then they'd rubbed and licked each other some more.

After everything, Scootaloo had helped her change the sheets and covers of her bed and taught her how pouring some laundry detergent into the laundry bin helped cover up the smell. They'd taken a shower together, with a lot more naughty touching and kissing involved, but it had also mostly cleaned her up of all the gunk and various youthful secretions they'd covered each other in. At the door, she and Scootaloo had hugged and promised to see each other at school the coming Monday, but neither of them believed for a moment they'd stay away from each other for the rest of the weekend.

Sweetie Belle stepped out of the rain and onto the porch of the Boutique, letting out a huge yawn. There was a 'CLOSED' sign on the door, but it easily opened with the push of her hoof. A happy little chime signaled her entrance, and she had to blink a few times when she stepped into the brightly lit store from the dark Autumn night outside. She immediately saw Rarity next to her sewing machine, putting the final touches on some garment Sweetie Belle couldn't even begin to recognise. "Hiiii!" she shouted happily.

"Hello, darling!" Rarity answered.

Sweetie dropped her wet rainclothes on the floor, and took a deep breath. All she had to do now was make sure Rarity wouldn't see her rump, and everything would work out just fine. She walked to the store proper, having to sidle sideways clumsily to face Rarity.

Rarity took her red-rimmed glasses of and rubbed her eyes with a forehoof, before focusing her her gaze onto Sweetie Belle with a raised eyebrow. "Do you know how late it is, Sweetie Belle?" she asked.

"Heheh, yeah," Sweetie Belle said, trying to look suitably ashamed of herself. "We kinda got carried away."

"I was worried I'd have to go out in that dreadful weather and come looking for you," Rarity said with an exasperated voice.

"Sorry," Sweetie Belle said. She put on her meekest puppydog eyes-look.

"Oh, no need for that. You're not in trouble," Rarity said. She jumped off from her chair and rounded the table. "Now, how did it go?"

Sweetie Belle looked at her big sister in confusion. "Umm, how did what go?"

"Your apology, silly! The thing you were so fretting here yesterday!"

"Oh!" Sweetie Belle's whole face lit up. "It went great! We made up with Scoots and are best friend again!"

"I'm so happy to hear it!" Rarity said. "So how does the spanking figure into all of this?" she asked casually.

"The what?!" Sweetie Belle squeaked out. She felt her whole face catch fire. "I... I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Darling," Rarity let out a small sigh, but couldn't hide her grin. "Next time you're trying to hide a sore bum from your sister, don't stand in front of no less than three mirrors."

Sweetie Belle spun around, and three very frightened fillies stared back at her from the mirrors set up to allow Rarity's customers to see themselves in their brand new clothes from different angles. She spun back around, her mind racing to find any excuse to get out of the situation. "I, uhh, I can explain!" was the best she could come up with.

This time Rarity didn't even try to hide her grin any more. She sat down on the floor in front of Sweetie Belle and nodded.

"I, that is, umm, you see, err, I... I..." Sweetie Belle stammered, but couldn't find any better explanations.

"Did Scootaloo do that to you?" Rarity asked.

That finally snapped Sweetie Belle out of her fluster. "I made her do it!"

"To show her how sorry you were?"

"Y-yes," Sweetie Belle said.

"Well then!" Rarity exclaimed and spread her forehooves wide.

Sweetie Belle just stood there dumb-founded. "I'm not in trouble?" she asked.

Rarity shook her head.

Sweetie Belle gave up and dashed into her sister's awaiting hooves. The sisters grabbed each other in a tight embrace. Sweetie Belle felt her eyes burn, and a little sniffle escaped from her. "But, why? I don't get it," she asked quietly.

"Sweetie, if a sore derriere solved the rift between you and Scootaloo, then I won't say anything about it. Except how proud I am of you for fixing things by yourself. That to me shows how much you've grown."

"And you're not gonna make me tell you what happened?"

"A young lady needs to have her secrets," Rarity gently whispered into Sweetie Belle's ear.

"And... and if me and Scoots wanna talk to you about some really complicated stuff we can't figure out ourselves? Stuff you can't tell anypony else?"

"I will always be here for you, of course. You are my precious little sister, after all."

Sweetie Belle couldn't take it any more. After everything that had happened that day, all the pain, the confusion, the new feelings, and now this final absolution, it was all too much for her. Tears started welling from her eyes and she clung as tight as she could around Rarity's neck. Rarity had called her grown up and a young lady, yet the only thing she wanted was to be held and cry her heart out.

"Shh, you've had a rough day. Just let it all out, darling," Rarity said.

Sweetie Belle did. She'd been a big pony all day long, tried her best to work out her problems like a grown-up, but she didn't have to any more. Big, hot tears slid down her face and she just let go of everything. If it weren't for Rarity's hooves, she would have probably collapsed onto the floor. The tears kept on coming, seemingly straight from her heart, and with each and every one of them, Sweetie Belle felt just that tiny bit lighter and better. When they finally started to dry down, she felt her eyes begin to droop closed. Rarity's gentle magic wrapped around her snugly and lifted her off the floor.

"I've got a warm bed waiting for you," Rarity said. "We can talk more in the morning if you want to."

"...ve you, big sis," Sweetie Belle muttered before drifting off to sleep.

Author's Note

Well, Sweetie Belle ended up forgiving Scootaloo and receiving the same in kind, fixing their relationship. We've all done mistakes and hurt people we love, and sometimes even broken the trust between us and those close to us. Could you do what Sweetie did? Could you give your everything to fix something that can't be fixed that it becomes possible?

If the situation ever came up for me, I hope I'd be able to.

When I got to 500 followers, I asked my readers if they'd want to hear more of one of my stories, and DI got all the votes. So after several years of waiting, here we are! Hopefully this gives better closure for the events of Dominant Ideal. It was only going to be a short one-off for a few thousand words, then I realised just how much I'd have to go through with before I'd be satisfied with the final story.

The actual writing and editing took some 30 hours on this fic, so I'd REALLY appreciate it if some of you decided to throw a few coins my way through my PayPal. Haven't gotten any donations this year yet, and I have about 20€ on my bank account right now and the next pension payment is almost 2 weeks away, so every little bit would help.