Twilight’s Love Volume Two: Rainbow’s Love

The sound of the rain against the window slowly roused Scootaloo from a very pleasant sleep. She could feel a pony on each side of her; they were lightly holding her. It felt so nice. Scootaloo opened her eyes, she was in Rainbow and Twilight’s room. Both Rainbow and Twilight were looking at her.

“It wasn’t a dream?” asked Scootaloo.

“No dream Squirt,” said Rainbow, “you’re stuck with us.”

Scootaloo reached out her forelegs and put them around Twilight and Rainbow’s neck and pulled them close in a hug. Then she gave each one a quick kiss.

“I love my moms!” said the filly.

“We love you too, Sweetheart,” said Twilight. “But we need to get up and get going, we’ve some place to go before we go for a ride.”

“A ride, where?” asked Scoot.

“Are all Pegasi this impatient?” Asked Twilight to Rainbow.

“Get used to it, Lover-Pony,” said Rainbow with that smirk of hers, “you’ve got two to deal with now.”

“You’ll see,” said Rainbow to Scootaloo, “so get up, take a shower. And don’t leave a mess.”

“I won’t,” said Scootaloo scrambling over Twilight, who tickled the filly as she passed. Apparently, Scootaloo was as ticklish as Twilight.

“And don’t get used to this,” said Rainbow, “it was a special occasion.”

“I know mom,” said Scootaloo giggling all the way to the bathroom.

After, Twilight and Rainbow shared a shower; Twilight got Scootaloo to help make breakfast. Twilight was pleased Scootaloo knew how to cook. She explained at the Home, the kids shared all the chores. This included assisting in cooking the meals when the filly or colt is old enough.

Rainbow had Spike make a quick run to Fluttershy.

Twilight and Rainbow were dressed in nice dresses; Rainbow was even wearing makeup. Scootaloo had to admit it wasn’t so sissy looking on Rainbow or Twilight for that matter.

Twilight had a couple of saddle bags packed and waiting by the door.

After they’d eaten, Spike returned with the yellow Pegasus. Fluttershy had an entourage of woodland creatures with her.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” asked Twilight.

“I’ll be happy to watch the library,” said Fluttershy, “and I’m so happy for you, Scootaloo.”

“Thank you Fluttershy,” said the filly, “I still can’t believe it’s real.”

“Well, it’s real,” said Rainbow, “but we better get moving. We’ve a pony waiting on us.

Spike, Fluttershy, there’s breakfast in the kitchen. If you need us while we’re gone, have Spike send a message.”

Twilight cast a protection spell which put a shield of purple around the three ponies as they walked, Scootaloo was so excited. She’d never been around a lot of Unicorn magic, and now she was living with the most powerful Unicorn in Equestria. Plus, she was surprised Rainbow could use magic to levitate objects. Rainbow reassured Scootaloo her moms would teach her this.

‘Sweetie Belle is going to be so jealous,’ thought Scootaloo.

They walked the short distance to Carousel Boutique. As they approached they saw Applejack leaving, Rarity gave her a kiss and then Applejack trotted off in the direction of Sweet Apple Acres. As you would expect from a farm pony, she was oblivious to the rain.

Applejack had moved in with Rarity soon after Twilight and Rainbow’s return as Mrs. and Mrs. Dash.

Rarity saw the trio and waved them to hurry in out of the rain.

“I understand congratulations are in order Darling,” said Rarity to Scootaloo, “Twilight sent me a message last evening letting me know the good news and gave me an idea of what she was wanting. I have to tell you, when Sweetie Belle heard, she squealed with joy for a half hour.

Now if you’ll step into the changing room, I’ve some dresses for you to try on.”

“Dresses?”

“Yes, dresses,” said Rainbow, “they’re cooler than you might think. Give it a try.”

“But I’ll look like a sissy!”

“Do I look like a sissy? Does Twilight look like a sissy?” asked Rainbow.

“Well... No,” admitted Scootaloo.

“Don’t you want to make a good first impression when you meet your new grandmother and grandfather?” asked Twilight.

“Grandmother! Grandfather!” Said Scootaloo, almost in shock. The little filly had never even considered such a thing, another answer to her dreams and prayers.

“Where’s those dresses?”

All the ponies laughed as Scootaloo went with Rarity into one of the dressing rooms. The white Unicorn would come out of the room after some pins, needles or thread. Then would return to the dressing room.

Soon Rarity and Scootaloo came out of the dressing room. Scootaloo was wearing a lovely little dress with lace trim. The filly was looking like she was feeling out of place but she had to admit it was comfortable and it didn’t look all that bad.

Although Scootaloo was uncomfortable with the thought of wearing dresses, she was actually thrilled to have brand new clothing which were for her only. No hand-me-downs or charity. These were made and fitted for her!

Rarity levitated a bag to Twilight.

“These all fit well,” said Rarity, “she looks like a little doll.”

Rainbow levitated a bag of bits to Rarity, who levitated them back to Rainbow.

“This is on me,” said Rarity, “call it a ‘Welcome To Your New Family’ gift for Scootaloo."

There were hugs all around, the bag with the dresses was added to Twilight’s saddle bag and the little family headed back out.

“Thank you Rarity,” called out Scoot as she and her moms walked away from the Boutique with Rarity standing in the doorway waving.

The three walked to the train station. As they waited, Twilight went to the ticket window and was back to them in no time. They boarded the train, and Scootaloo took a seat by the window.

“Hold on Squirt,” said Rainbow, “we aren’t sitting here.”

“Where’re we going to sit?”

“Up front,” said Twilight.

“The engine?” asked Scootaloo confused.

“No you silly filly,” said Twilight with a chuckle, “we have a First Class cabin.”

“First Class?’ said the filly, “That’s cool!”

“Yes it is, so come on,” said Rainbow, “the train will be leaving soon.”

They found their cabin and settled in, Scootaloo was in awe. She’d only ridden in the coach section and usually with a lot of other ponies around. Here she had one whole bench to herself. Her bench faced the other bench where Rainbow and Twilight were setting. The benches were soft and padded whereas the coach benches were always padded but hard.

The two new moms were holding hooves and gave each other a small kiss after they sat. There was a window Scootaloo didn’t have to share with anypony but her family; it had a small table mounted under it. She’d never traveled in this much comfort before.

Almost as soon as the train was going, a cart stopped by to ask if any refreshments were wanted.

“Want a treat Sweetie?” asked Twilight.

“Yes ma’am,” said Scootaloo.

“We’ll take six oatmeal cookies and three fruit juices.” Said Rainbow.

The three sat nibbling on the treats, Scootaloo watched out the window as the world went by.

As they reached White Tail Woods, they left the zone of rain and the sun was shining. They were soon done with the cookies, Twilight spoke up.

“I know this has been fast, and I hope you’ll continue to like us once you’ve lived with us for a while.”

All three ponies chuckled.

“We’ve a couple hours until we get there. So do you have any questions, now the initial shock has worn off and you’ve had a night to sleep on it.”

“Uh... No...” said Scootaloo almost uncertain.

“Okay Squirt,” said Rainbow, “we can hear there’s something, we’re your moms, so spill it.”

“It’s kind of personal,” said Scootaloo.

“For you or us?’ asked Twilight.

“You.”

“You can ask anything within reason,” said Rainbow, “we’re family now.”

Scootaloo smiled at the statement then took a deep breath and then looked at her moms.

“Not that I really care, but if the two of you are married and sleep together, does that mean that you’re filly-foolers?”

Rainbow looked at Twilight, she was unsure of the term.

“Sweetie,” said Twilight, “filly-fooler is and old term. It was once used as a label by more narrow minded ponies for mares attracted to mares. It was then and is still used as a more derogatory and insulting name. It gives the impression that the mare in question molests young fillies.

Putting a label on anypony could always be considered insulting.

If you have to have a term to separate a group, then it becomes easy to think yourself better than the group.

But if you need to have a more accurate name for our lifestyle, we prefer mare-lover. After all, it better describes what our tastes are.”

Rainbow and Twilight looked lovingly at each other, Twilight held Rainbow’s hoof and continued.

“I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed but mares outnumber stallions in Equestria ten to one.

So what do the ninety percent who haven’t any chance at a mate do?

Sit around and be sad and lonely because of something they haven’t any control over?

Do stallions take more than one wife? No matter how committed, there’d always be one pony that’d be loved more than the others would, so there’d be animosity and jealousy. You can’t have a healthy family like that.

Wouldn’t it be more logical if the ninety percent be allowed to find friends, companions or even lovers among the rest of the ninety percent?

And to answer your question; yes, I’m a mare-lover, I’ve always been attracted to other girls. And there’s nothing wrong with it.”

Twilight looked at Rainbow as if for her to put in her take on this.

“I consider myself a mare-lover, now,” said Rainbow, “because I love Twilight more than anypony ever.

I’d dated stallions in the past and even had ‘relations’ with them.”

Scootaloo smiled and blushed remembering the talk last night.

“Before Twilight, I never ever thought about being with a mare. Now, it’s the only thing I want, as long as the mare is Twilight.”

Twilight and Rainbow smiled and kissed.

“That’s the way of it,” said Twilight, “some ponies appear to be born that way like me.”

“And for some ponies, it’s a choice they make, like me,” said Rainbow. “Do you ask because it bothers you?”

“No mom,” said Scootaloo, “but I do have a question.”

“No! We’re not going to tell you how two mares have sex with each other,” said Rainbow with a wicked grin, Scoot could tell she was only kidding.

“Gross, no!” said Scootaloo laughing, “I want to know by my living with you...

Do I have to like girls too?”

“No you silly filly,” said Twilight with a chuckle, “you’re free to like anypony you want, boys or girls.”

“But only when you’re older,” said Rainbow.

They all laughed and had lighter talk the rest of the trip.

The mare was getting ready to go grocery shopping, she preferred to do this early on Saturday morning. Being a manager at the Weather Factory, the mare was privileged to have the weekends off.

She was touching up her mane when she heard the doorbell.

“Now who in the hay could that be?” she asked herself out loud.

She was afraid there was an issue at the factory and her weekend was going to be blown.

When the mare opened the door, there were two stallions wearing black business suits, white shirts and black ties. She’d never seen them before, they looked grim.

She’d heard rumors from paranoid ponies about the dreaded PIB’s, Ponies In Black. But they were always connected with stories about UFO’s and little green ponies.

The mare never believed in such nonsense.

“Rainbow Dash?” asked one stallion.

“No, I’m her sister, Sunshine Dash,” said Sunshine, “Rainbow hasn’t lived here in years. And I haven’t heard from her for about the same time.”

Suddenly Sunshine was curious. What could anypony looking like this want with her sister?

“Is she in trouble? Is there something I can do for you?” asked Sunshine.

The two looked at each other, the silent stallion nodded.

The stallion handed a photo to Sunshine, the picture shocked Sunshine.

“Can we come inside and talk?” he asked.