Six cried out, almost a though she was in pain. Her whole body tightened, spasming as her wings flapped involuntarily.

“Oh! OH! Scoot- -aloo! YES!”

Scootaloo herself winced after a slight delay as her body followed Six’s lead. Her tiny wings buzzed uncontrollably, and muscles deep inside her began to contract. In her case, it really was painful, if only because of the ache in those muscles from having been forced to repeat this sort of event so many times.

Unable to keep herself held up, Scootaloo allowed herself to slowly drop onto Six’s upturned underbelly. Six hugged her tightly until they were both finished, and then for a few moments longer. Eventually, though, Scootaloo carefully lifted Six’s hooves away and rolled off her onto the soaked sheets next to her. Both of them were drenched in sweat and smelled like horses, but Scootaloo had finally reached her limit- -or at least reached Six’s.

“Oh god,” said Six, allowing Scootaloo to slide close against her left side. “Oh god! I don’t- -I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow. You ruined me, Scootaloo. I’m dead now.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to go for one more?”

“I want to,” said Six, still catching her breath, “but I think it really WOULD kill me. Damn, just…damn. Where the hell did you learn how to behave like that?”

“Do you really want to know?”

Still facing upward, Six put her hoof around Scootaloo’s neck. Scootaloo snuggled against the side of Six’s chest. “Don’t tell me that it was standard training in the navy. If the mares of your military are all capable of that level of lovemaking, I doubt that the Alliance is the greatest threat to this galaxy. Not even close.”

“It isn’t,” said Scootaloo, giggling at the thought. “No. When I was a kid, though, I had a weird crush on my adoptive sister. I…well…practiced. A lot. And I mean a LOT. She was just so awesome, that when the time came- -and I knew it would come, at least back then- -that I wanted to be as good as I thought she would be.” Scootaloo sighed. “You probably think that’s gross, though.”

“I’ve had sex with all of my sisters. All in the second batch, anyway. Four’s mostly a voyeur. But most certainly, none of them even come close to you. You are amazing, Scootaloo. I’m glad I love you.”

“Thanks.”

“I mean…I don’t mean to be crude, I really don’t, but…”

“Six, we just spent, what, four hours doing just about everything I know how to do to a filly. I don’t think that you could possibly say anything crude. Especially you. Not that I care, though.”

“Well…the things you did to my horn. I just…” she sighed. “I will write you a poem, I think. Not now, but later. Because the way that felt, what you did to me…I didn’t think a Pegasus could do such things.”

“My wife was a unicorn,” said Scootaloo. “I know how to handle a horn.”

Six’s expression fell slightly, and she stared up at the ceiling. Then she turned back to Scootaloo. “Please understand,” she said, now serious. “I know you still love her. And I’m not trying to replace her. I really do love you, and if I may be so bold I think you feel something in return, even if it is not that strong.”

Scootaloo moved upward against Six’s body and kissed her cheek. “I don’t think you can ever stop loving a pony,” she said. “Not really, anyway. You always do on some level. I think you know that, though.”

“I do,” said Six.

Smiling, Scootaloo rolled onto her side and arched her back toward Six. Six understood, and she wrapped herself around Scootaloo. The size difference was substantial, and because of it Scootaloo felt secure in her friend’s arms. She felt her wings pressing against Six’s chest, and felt Six’s breasts against her lower back. After a few moments, she felt moisture touching her back as well: a mixture of her and Six’s fluids, the same that was between her own legs and saturating thee sheets.

Despite the dampness, Scootaloo felt herself drifting to sleep. Just before she did, though, she heard Six again.

“Scootaloo?” she said. “I…I have to know. Are you going to leave again?”

Scootaloo sighed. “I don’t know, Delilah. I don’t know.”

“Well, at least consider staying. I know its selfish, but I don’t want to lose you again. We could retire, even. I could take you to the Verge, or the Andromeda frontier, somewhere where there isn’t war. I’d stay with you. I’d even have your pony babies if you want. Just please don’t leave me again, not like before. Not without saying goodbye…”

“You know,” said Scootaloo, snuggling closer to her lover. “That actually sounds kind of nice.”

Six’s body relaxed slightly with relief, and Scootaloo felt the larger pony’s head on her shoulder.

“Thank you,” she said.

It only took a few minutes for Six to fall into a deep sleep. Scootaloo, though, did not. She wished she could. More than anything, she just wanted to stay there with Six. That was impossible, though, and she knew it.

Carefully, Scootaloo lifted Six’s hooves and pulled away from her. In her sleep, Six frowned and grabbed the sheet, holding it closer to her like she had been holding Scootaloo. Scootaloo paused for a moment, deciding that Six looked adorable while she was sleeping, as most ponies did. Even with her sharp teeth and the fact that she was a Cerberus-made clone grown inside a mutated human woman, she still really was a pony. And that made Scootaloo’s decision so much harder.

After a few moments, though, Scootaloo left Six where she was lying and made her way out into the ship. It was still as dark as it had been before, and still as disturbingly silent. Scootaloo could not help but feel that she was navigating some kind of tomb.

Eventually, though, she found what she was looking for. Standing in the middle of a barely lit hallway, both in perfect silence, stood Eloth and Inte. Both were apparently transfixed in the contemplation of a loose fruit fly that was hovering in the center of the hallway.

“It’s so small,” said Inte.

“I know, right?” said Eloth. “Such tiny wings…”

“Speaking of tiny wings…” Inte pointed past Eloth at Scootaloo.

“I see her,” said Eloth, not taking his eyes off the fly for a moment longer. Then he turned slowly in a way that made it obvious that he was a machine wearing a human skin. “You came looking for me.”

“I did,” said Scootaloo. She looked up at his highly dilated red-pink eyes. They looked dead. “I want to be whole again,” she said. “Whatever it takes. Give me back my memories.”

Author's Note

ScootleSix sex.