Scooting in Fashion

“Ya know, Ah’m startin’ to forget when was the last time we all hung out together properly. Since ya and Scootaloo began to date, y’all’ve missed almost all the crusades Ah’ve planned.”

“A-Apple Bloom!” Sweetie Belle’s voice cracked another squeak, face crimson with embarrassment. “You got it wrong. We are not dating! Scootaloo merely asked me to help with her career at Carousel Boutique. That’s it.”

Apple Bloom laughed. “Ah’d rather believe cows can fly than our Scootaloo got carried away with fashion. Ah ain’t know why but ya two spend all the time together. It looks like y’all have some sort of secret romance.” Apple Bloom’s smirk grew wider. “Tell me, have ya kissed yet?”

By now Sweetie was blushing hotly even by her own standards. “Scootaloo, say something,” she nearly pleaded.

I had to make an effort to keep a straight face, a smile playing on the corners of my mouth. Usually, I would play along with Apple Bloom to see what peak of cuteness Sweetie Belle could reach. However, this particular topic was something I wasn’t comfortable to speak about, let alone joke. It would’ve been better if my friends hadn’t brought up this matter at all.

“It’s all serious, Apple Bloom,” I said, “there’s a reason why I work at Carousel Boutique.”

Apple Bloom’s grin became sour, then faded into a straight line. “If ya say so. But Ah still don’t believe that ya fell in love with dresses somehow. Ya holding something back from me and Ah certainly don’t like it.”

I didn’t like it either but telling the truth would make things only worse. If I had to choose between revealing my mother’s problems with alcohol and appearing a little bit of a nut, I would rather choose the latter.

“What about we all go to The Hay Burger,” I proposed. “We could have some tasty burgers, chips, fresh juice and forget about my personal life already, my treat.”

“Do ya think ya can so easily buy me?” Apple Bloom countered.

“I’ll buy one burger for each day I’ve missed as a crusader,” I said, mentally whacking my head as a number of days I’d missed dawned on me. It was going to be a hell of a basket of burgers.

Apple Bloom’s eyes began to narrow as she stared at me. “With apple topping,” she said, stretching the words.

Thus, the three of us headed for The Hay Burger, Apple Boom marching ahead and singing the Cutie Mark Crusaders’ anthem. As we walked, I could feel the weight of my pouch in my hoof. It’d been a strange feeling for me until recently but I began to get used to it.

In the restaurant, I ordered a whole tray of apple burgers and watched my friends hungrily devour their meal. They looked so carefree. I, on the other hoof, was taken with thoughts of coming expulsion from my house.

I ate my share of the burgers and got up from the table. “We have to go, Sweetie. Miss Rarity is waiting for us.”

Sweetie Belle pulled away from her burger, quizzical expression on her face. “We don’t have to hurry. There’s still enough time,” she said.

“It’s better if we’ll come earlier,” I insisted.

“Ya need to relax, Scoots,” Apple Bloom slurred, trying to fit two burgers at the same time. “Ya always punching above your weight. It wouldn’t hurt to slow down a bit.”

It was somehow funny that I’d lost track of how many times I’d heard that kind of advice. Perhaps, one day I would be able to use it for my own good. But first I had to pave the way for that very day with my own hooves.

Sweetie and I walked back to Miss Rarity without much talking. My friend dragged herself behind me, still grouching about not having had enough time to hang out with Apple Bloom.

As we turned the corner, the extravagant view of Carousel Boutique appeared in front of us. But before I could take another step, my eyes went wide with horror as I saw a multicolored tail protruding from the doorway. I barely had time to spin around and jump into a nearby bush.

Sweetie Belle came up to me, her eyes narrowed, her mouth forming a curved line. She shook her head questioningly. “Don’t tell me you’re still avoiding Rainbow Dash. Why don’t you reveal your job to her?”

“Are you joking?” I said, puzzled. “What would she think of me if she found out I’m going to become a model?”

Sweetie’s demeanor didn’t change a bit at my words, so I had to emphasize my point. “She would think it’s the uncoolest thing ever!” I exclaimed.

“Nah, I’m sure Rainbow Dash will understand you,” Sweetie said, waving her hoof in a reassuring manner.

“Perhaps, but she would never look at me the same again.” I quickly lowered my head back into the bush as Rainbow Dash turned to leave the boutique. Unfortunately, I couldn’t hear what she was talking about with Miss Rarity from here. All I could do was hope that my employer hadn’t mentioned me.

Seeing my nervousness, Sweetie just rolled her eyes and let out a puff of air. “Will be waiting for you in my room,” she said, trotting off to the boutique.

I waited until Rainbow Dash crossed paths with Sweetie. They said hello to each other, then Rainbow flew off. I stepped out of my cover as soon as her silhouette blurred in the sky, which didn’t take long. She was named the best flyer in Equestria for a reason.

Having walked into the boutique, I was going to go up to Sweetie’s room when Miss Rarity stopped me for a talk.

The thing is, Miss Rarity doesn’t usually talk to me much and if she does, it has to be something important. The incident with Hoity Toity was the first that came to my mind. She must have gotten into some kind of trouble because of me. I felt panic begin to well up inside my chest.

“I’m so sor—” I didn’t get a chance to finish my apology. Miss Rarity pressed her hoof against my lips, silencing me.

“Don’t worry, darling,” she said, her voice soft and oddly soothing. “If anypony should apologize, it’s me. I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you.”

Rarity set the hoof down on the floor and spun around with a flourish, her perfectly coiffed mane bouncing as if in slow motion.

“I would have never made it if I hadn’t been proactive enough and took every chance that came my way,” Miss Rarity said as she swept her hoof around pointing out the expansive interior of the boutique, rows of ostentatious gowns and a pile of requests that ponies from all over Equestria had made, in hopes of getting the dress designed and sewn by the famous fashionista herself.

Rarity turned back to me and continued, “I have to admit, I thought of you as a frightened pup who would run away the moment a stranger’s shadow fell upon its tail. But now I’m beginning to see a pony who is ready to trample over others, if necessary.”

I didn’t like where Miss Rarity was going with this. “I don’t think opportunism is a source of pride for a pony,” I said.

Rarity’s lips stretched into a smirk at that. “You don’t have to be ashamed of your ambitions, darling. As they say, all’s fair in love and business.”

“Even if you have to lie to a pony who you consider your best friend?” I asked, the deception toward Sweetie still fresh in my head.

“Sometimes lying is the only way to preserve a healthy relationship. You’ll see better when you grow up,” Rarity said, stretching out her hoof and running it along my mane. She lifted up my chin, her eyes focused on mine, warm and kind. “Why don’t we get you your own dress?”

“What?” I asked, confused.

“You deserve better than to model Sweetie’s cast-offs. It’s time for you to have your own dress that’ll bring out your features.”

“But I already owe you so much,” I said, and it was utterly true. My stash had been growing faster than I’d ever hoped for.

Rarity put her hoof on my lips once again and made a hushed sound before speaking. “This time it’s my gift to you.”

Miss Rarity led me upstairs, past her office and to the place I hadn’t had a chance to be in. We stopped before the fitting room I was strictly forbidden from walking in. I was never really interested as to why that was the case but now when I stood before the steel door with double locks I couldn’t help but wonder what lay behind it that required such protection.

I saw Rarity’s horn glow bright blue and the top lock went loose. She strained her forehead harder and the door cracked open. There was another flash and a small mirror accompanied with a fancy comb came from seemingly nowhere. Rarity groomed her mane in a few deft moves, then switched to me, straightening every hair that protruded from my mane or tail even so slightly. All this time I was standing motionlessly, staring at the door. Only now did I notice it had no hole for a key. Somehow it looked more creepy than it should be.

I looked up at Miss Rarity, a proud and yet soft expression on her face. A sense of peace and tranquility emanated from her, and this tranquility passed on to me. She stepped in and I followed her.

Against all my worries, the place was ordinarily arranged and had more of a room in its look than the other lavish areas of Carousel Boutique. I spotted opulent curtains here and there, a few wardrobes, and yet plain emptiness occupied the largest part of the room.

In the center of it all, there was a bunch of cushions, Sweetie Belle sitting on one of them.

“What is Scoots doing here?” Sweetie’s voice creaked as she noticed me behind Miss Rarity. “My client will be here any minute.”

“She is your client,” Rarity spoke softly, brushing my mane with a hoof. “And your goal is to take the measure of every inch of her body.”

Sweetie looked at her sister with a disdainful glare. “You told me that you would not drag Scootaloo into this. You swore to me!”

“And I haven’t broken it,” Miss Rarity said, tossing her head disdainfully. “Scootaloo’s here to get her measurements done, so I could start making the dress for a fashion show.”

“What are you talking about?” I chimed in. “Is there something wrong?“

“Not at all, darling. I can assure you that I’ll spare no efforts to make your dress suit you perfectly,” Rarity said, her gaze traveling down until it got met with Sweetie’s. The sisters stood motionlessly for a few seconds, staring at each other.

Miss Rarity was first to break the silence. “Usually, our boutique provides a special service in addition to dressmaking,” she said, throwing Sweetie a look of disappointment. “But I’m afraid my sister considers you not worthy of her time.”

“I, I...” Sweetie stammered, somehow too embarrassed to reply anything coherent, crimson appearing on her cheeks.

“I would never think that,” she managed eventually, her words clumsy and timid. “Scoots means to me more than all those ponies I’ve been with combined.”

“So, what’s your problem then?” Miss Rarity asked, putting on a coy smile. “You should be glad that I’ve brought her here.”

I was sitting on a nearby cushion while watching the squabble. I tried to think what was the point of all this, but couldn’t come up with any plausible conclusion. It seemed ridiculous for a sister to make her sibling do the things I imagined of. When have I become so perverted? The thought circled in my mind.

“Do you trust me?” Sweetie asked suddenly. At first, I thought she was addressing Miss Rarity, but her sight switched to me, her deep green eyes boring into mine as if trying to devour me. She moved closer to me until our hips touched, making me shudder a little.

“Why would you ask such questions?” I asked, muddled. It felt rather uncomfortable to sit so close to Sweetie, the touch of her body leaving me with droplets of sweat on my fur. The whole room suddenly felt hot as if somepony turned on a stove beside me.

“I’m going to promise you something,” Sweetie said, almost whispering. “I have to be sure that you trust me.”

“Of course, I trust you,” I said sincerely. “But I would trust you even more if you told me what the heck is going here.”

“I’ll show you instead.” Sweetie leaned toward me. “And I promise you will like it.”

“Wha—”

Sweetie didn’t let me finish the phrase. Her lips brushed mine, sending a shiver over my body. My mouth stopped moving, half open and tensed, for I was afraid to make the slightest of movements. Sweetie closed her eyes and leaned in even closer, her elaborate puffs of warm air intermixing with my rapid breathing.

Our lips joined, the sensation as sweet as I imagined my first kiss would be. Grating her tongue over my teeth, Sweetie’s forelegs reached past my back and rested on the cushions behind me. She pressed against me with the weight of her whole body, putting me on my back. I was lying supine now, Sweetie on top of me.

I felt Sweetie’s tongue making its way into my mouth, and I accepted it. My heart pounded so hard I could feel every beat of it in my ears. I tried to focus my eyes but the world around me spun into a blur as if there was no world at all, only me and Sweetie. She caught my tongue, pushing it up and caressing it while hugging my lips with hers.

Gradually I started getting used to the intruder in my mouth as if I'd been kissing for the better part of my life. While sliding my tongue into Sweetie, it seemed as natural as taking a morning walk on my scooter. I soon became bolder and found myself trying to draw the reins. My tongue swirled over Sweetie’s, pushing into her mouth and intertwining into a single whole. I clasped my forelegs around Sweetie’s waist, holding her tight and pressing her down onto me.

After what felt like an eternity, Sweetie wrapped her tongue around the tip of mine for the last time and began to slowly raise her head, stretching a trail of drool between us. Only when she let go of my muzzle did I realize I’d forgotten to breathe. I took in a deep gulp of air, stretching my strained jaw that was totally unfamiliar with such affairs.

I felt a viscous liquid drip on my thigh from above, slightly saturating my fur. The very thought of what it could possibly be made my wings stiff like a tightrope. Sweetie licked my upper lip with her tongue and threw a lascivious glance at me. My breath quickened as she began her slow journey down my body.

Her lips met my neck first. She planted a trail of kisses along my throat, down my chest and belly, making sure to give attention to every bit of my body her tongue met with. I clutched my eyes as Sweetie made her way down my crotch, her tongue finding two small mounds of sensitive flesh. She took one of my nipples in her mouth, sucking on it while putting her hoof on another and gently caressing it. A pang of pleasure hit me, then another one.

A burning itch spread all over my groin, one that can’t be eased with a single scratch. I wasn’t able to hold back the wetness between my legs anymore. A steady stream of my juices found its way out of my pussy. My clit pulsed, demanding attention.

Sweetie threw a hungry look to me, making it clear that everything was going as she’d planned. I tried to cross my legs to hide the overly compliant reaction of my body but she put her hooves on each side of my thighs, spreading me apart.

I moaned as Sweetie rushed down my crotch and kissed my lower lips, as sensual and eager as she’d done it with my upper ones. A tip of her tongue traced around my labia, lapping up every drop that leaked from me, her caress sending sparks through my body. Sweetie giggled quietly as I writhed in the throes of pleasure. She grinned and advanced on my pussy with a new resolve. She was using the flat of her tongue now, making a series of long licks all over my slit, from the base of my pussy and up to my needy clit, swirling her tongue around my hard nub and flicking it up.

A gasp slipped past my lips as Sweetie plunged her muzzle into the depths of my tunnel, eyes shining with hunger as if she’d found a cave full of honey. My first instinct was to catch hold of Sweetie’s tongue and squeeze it hard as she swept it inside me, but her moves were deft enough that the moment my pussy contracted to grab my prize, Sweetie was already pressing against another spot, making me melt with pleasure.

I didn’t notice when I gave in to desire. Not until I felt my throat become sore from constant moans that escaped me and echoed off the walls of the room. My body was under Sweetie’s control now. She was doing with me whatever she pleased. A swift touch of her tongue and my hindleg twitched involuntarily, another lick and the rhythm of my moans changed.

A warm sensation enveloped my clit as Sweetie hugged me with her lips. I felt her teeth scrape across my flesh, nipping me. Sweetie’s horn glowed and my nipples got squeezed and yanked up as well. I screamed. But not because of pain. If there was something that could hurt, my brain wasn’t able to register it behind an unending flow of pleasure.

I knew I was an instant away from the most wonderful sensation I’d ever felt. Lost in the bliss, my forelegs darted down to grab hold of Sweetie’s head and shove her tightly against my closed thighs, some animalistic part of me afraid that Sweetie would leave me at the last moment.

But Sweetie Belle wasn’t going anywhere. She sucked on my oversensitive clit more severely than ever, her magic working on my nipples like a vacuum brush.

A flash flickered behind my eyes. My body felt as if it weighed nothing. Warm waves of bliss began to course through me, from the bottom of my hooves up to the top of my head. And dizziness, dizziness, dizziness.

I wasn’t lying on the ground anymore, nor was I constrained by the earth’s gravity. The cushions turned into clouds and I was soaring in the sky now, free to move wherever I chose.

With every new wave of orgasm my mind perceived I sped up and rushed forward along the blue surface of the sky. I laughed and spun in a quick circle as I rammed myself through the clouds, making snowy dust from them. Even after the surge of bliss subsided I hovered in the air for a long while, enjoying the beauty of the sky and the scenery below me. Everything seemed so small from the height I was observing it.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

A steady applause suddenly reached my ears, in the way one would clop their hooves together at the end of a theatrical play.

“Impressive,” Miss Rarity said, casting me back onto the ground.

While having my way with Sweetie I completely forgot that we weren’t alone and Miss Rarity had been watching us all the way through. But more shameful was the fact that I forgot I was holding Sweetie’s head between my legs like a vice. I let go off her, throwing my hooves up. Sweetie made a series of quick breaths, gasping for air.

Miss Rarity walked to the cushions and lifted Sweetie’s chin up from my groin. I nearly died of embarrassment when I saw Sweetie’s face. A copious amount of my juices found their place on her muzzle, soaking into her fur and hanging off her nose and chin. I saw Sweetie’s throat contract a little, sending a gulp of my cum down her belly. I found it more erotic than I wanted to admit.

“Looks like we’ve got quite a squirter here.” Miss Rarity smiled, lowering her head and giving Sweetie a sensual kiss on her lips. After she broke it, her tongue moved aside to lap the remnants off Sweetie’s face. A moan of satisfaction escaped her as she tasted my cum on her taste buds.

While watching the obscene scene, my brain struggled to comprehend what kind of reaction I should experience. I knew that Miss Rarity and Sweetie were close, but even then lustful kisses are not what one would expect from the siblings. An unsettling feeling bottomed out in my stomach, but I was too spent and horny to make a big deal about it at that moment.

“How do you feel, darling?” Rarity asked me.

I hesitated a while before speaking. “I never felt anything like that before,” I mumbled, residual waves of pleasure still circulating over my body. I turned my look to Sweetie. “You’re the best.”

Sweetie Belle just nodded appreciatively and gave me a brief smile the way she usually smiles while sharing candies with me and Apple Bloom between classes. The whole process of eating me out seemed to be no big deal to her. It hurt me a little. I wanted my first time to be something special.

“It’s good that you enjoyed it,” Rarity said. “I hope you didn’t forget one of the most important rules of etiquette: a lady always returns the favor. It won’t do to leave Sweetie in such a state.” She pointed at a small puddle under Sweetie’s hindlegs.

“Oh...” The words stuck in my throat.

Sweetie rubbed a hoof against a foreleg. “You don’t have to do it, really,” she said softly.

“No, it’s fine,” I proclaimed, rather spontaneously. Although my and Miss Rarity’s opinions had often been opposed, in this case her remark was totally justified. I had to thank Sweetie for what she’d done for me.

“I’m not sure if I’ll be able to use my tongue as skillfully as you, but I’ll do my best,” I said.

Miss Rarity’s lips stretched into a smirk as she let out a little chuckle. “Enthusiasm is always good, but you won’t make Sweetie cum with a mere tongue no matter how hard you try. My sister loves it rough. Catch!”

I almost missed a box Miss Rarity threw to me. Looking closer, I recognized that it was the same black box I’d delivered to the boutique a few weeks ago while working as a postpony. I opened the box and took out an elongated, pleasant to the touch object. It had a flare on the top and a set of straps at the base.

“Is this...” I was too ashamed to name the word. Plus, the thing had such a broad girth that it was wider than my hoof. It had a horrifying length too. There was no way it could fit in anypony.

Sweetie looked at me quizzically. “Have you never held a phallus before?”

“Why would I?” I said, slightly offended. “It’s not like such things are selling on every corner.”

Sweetie’s pupils dilated in panic at my words. She hung her head and began to stare at the floor as if she was ashamed to look at me. After having seen Sweetie’s eyes sparkling with lust, it was unexpected to see her being embarrassed by adult topics. It reminded me of the Sweetie who I’d known for years.

“You probably think I’m a freak,” Sweetie muttered, her voice trembling on the brink of tears.

“Of course not!” I cried, more loudly than I intended. “I mean, this whole thing fell on me at once, I just need more time to get used to it. You’re my best friend and you will always be no matter what. And I...” I almost dropped the word ‘love’ but decided that it was not the best time for sentiments. “Let me thank you,” I said simply, offering Sweetie a smile.

Sweetie nodded, rubbing her eyes with a hoof. Rarity wiped off a tear as well. “So touching,” she said.

Nervously, I exchanged looks between the artificial phallus, Sweetie and Miss Rarity. “How does this work, exactly?” I asked.

“I’ll help you, darling,” Miss Rarity said, taking the thing in her telekinetic field. She levitated it to my rear, wrapping straps around my flanks. The latch clanked and the phallus found its place neatly under my belly. As I shifted my hooves I felt the strap-on bump up against my underbelly. I wondered how stallions could walk with such big things between their legs.

Once I got ready, Sweetie turned her butt to me and flicked her tail to one side, a steady rivulet of her juices running down her thighs and matting her fur. Her clit winked fiercely, almost hopping from her pussy.

“So I just stick it in there?” I asked, filling the air with anxiety.

“Right,” Rarity said. She took a hold of Sweetie’s tail with her magic and tugged it up with a force, getting Sweetie’s hooves off the ground. Sweetie let out a muffled moan, but she seemed to like it. Her pussy made a little squirt in anticipation.

Hesitantly, I made my way to Sweetie’s rear, my nose catching an acrid scent of her arousal. I let it fill my lungs, taking a series of deep breaths while admiring her puckered butthole and sleek folds glistening with moisture.

“Put your hooves on her back,” Miss Rarity instructed. “Just like a stallion mounts a mare. Yes, just like that. And don’t try to be gentle. Thrust as hard as you can, up to the hilt.”

Miss Rarity gave Sweetie’s ass a harsh smack. She traced her hoof over Sweetie’s tailhole, then moved down until she met Sweetie’s tender folds. Sweetie shifted her hooves anxiously as Miss Rarity rubbed the hoof over her pussy, Rarity’s eyes staring down at Sweetie and examining every inch of the most private part of her body. Seemingly satisfied with her sister’s abundant wetness, Miss Rarity let go of Sweetie, her hoof returning to the ground sticky with Sweetie’s juices. “What should you say when somepony helps your insatiable hole to be filled with a cock, dear sister?” Rarity said, her tongue sweeping over her lips.

Sweetie took a breath in and out. “Please, fuck me like the whore I am, Scootaloo,” she muttered, almost pleading.

Miss Rarity’s eyes sparkled at that and she moved her hoof all the way under her stomach until it found the spot under her tail. She let out a moan as she rubbed her hoof into her cunt.

I have to admit, it creeped me out a bit that things had come to this. But I had no right to back down, not after I’d promised Sweetie that I’d pay her back.

I stepped forward, my forelegs on each side of Sweetie’s back. I grabbed onto Sweetie, trying to line up the tip of my temporary cock with her pussy. That was much harder than I’d thought. While mounting Sweetie, my eyes were fixed on her neck and head, and I had to do all the moves completely blindly.

Seeing me struggle, Miss Rarity stretched out her hoof to my groin and lined up the cock’s tip with Sweetie’s slit, all the while touching herself with another hoof.

“So, I begin?” It was a rather rhetorical question. Sweetie looked as if she had long been ready for this. She waggled her ass excitedly and it seemed that hadn’t Miss Rarity been here, she’d have impaled herself on the cock long ago. I took it as consent and thrust in.

By the end of the session, I could barely find the strength to breathe, my legs buckling under me as if I just ran a twenty miles marathon. I’d had to make Sweetie cum three times before her squirts receded and she was properly satisfied. All this time, while I’d been fucking Sweetie, Miss Rarity had been sitting nearby with a hoof between her legs, her cry of pleasure drowning out that of Sweetie, an almost impossible deed. I’d never tried to romanticize sex but I could have never imagined that it might be so dirty.

I looked down at Sweetie’s prone form sprawling on the floor, her tail twitching uncontrollably. A stream of drool flowed out of her mouth while she moved her lips wordlessly. My stomach churned as I observed her. Perhaps I shouldn’t have listened to Miss Rarity’s incitements and, instead, been easier on my friend.

“Are you alright, Sweetie?” I asked, worry settling in my chest.

“Don’t flatter yourself, darling,” Rarity said while wiping her hooves with a napkin. “You have a lot to learn before you can hope to use my sister up.”

Miss Rarity came closer to me, a tape soaring after her. She bent down and put the tape on my flank, stretching it around my body.

“What are you doing?” I asked, taking a step back.

“What does it look like to you?” Rarity said, holding me in place with her hooves. “I need your measurements to make the dress for you. That’s what we came here for, didn’t we?”

I could only observe as Miss Rarity moved her hooves with a professional grace, using the tape as if playing an instrument. It took her less than a minute to get everything done. She wrote the numbers down in her notebook and trotted to the door.

“Sweetie Belle, get up!” Rarity shouted, leaving the room. “You too, Scootaloo. Take a bath, then go have dinner.”

“Yes, sis,” Sweetie muttered, standing up on wobbly legs. She followed her sister, but not before giving me a peck on the lips. Blushing, I headed for the bathroom as well.

It took us a good amount of time to clean ourselves from sweat and cum that had clung to our thighs. After having done that, Sweetie sat down with her back to me and asked me to wash her rear and tail, and I was more than glad to help her. I took her tail in my hooves and began to soap it while wondering how I had never noticed before how beautiful its bicolor shade was.

All the time I’d known Sweetie, I’d only seen her as a friend. But after what had happened between us today, I couldn’t bring myself to look at her the same way again. I still felt her taste on my tongue, her breath over my neck, her touch against my flank. That’s why it was twice as painful to realize that she waited for other ponies, many of whom she probably had never seen before, to do nasty things with in the same room where we’d been making love. That is just not like her. How could the Sweetie who flies into a panic the moment a colt pays attention to her be so nonchalant about sex like it is a stroll through the park?

I hesitated for a long time before deciding to bring my worries up to Sweetie. “Don’t get me wrong,” I began slowly. “But don’t you think your sister is using you?”

“What do you mean?” Sweetie asked, looking at me over her shoulder.

“She forces you to have intimacy with those fancy ponies who visit the boutique, doesn’t she?”

Sweetie pulled her tail out of my hooves and turned to face me. “She never forced me to do anything like this. She asked me! I thought we’ve already discussed this.”

“There’s a big difference between helping a sister and ...” I had to shut my mouth to keep the word whoring from sliding off my tongue. I looked at Sweetie solemnly. “A pony should have sex with only someone she is in love with.”

Sweetie threw her hooves up, letting out a groan of irritation. “Why can’t you understand me?” she shouted. “Wouldn’t you do the same for your mother or Rainbow Dash?”

“I...” The question stumped me. “I don’t know.”

“This means you don’t love them like I do. Rarity is more than a sister to me. I love her the same way a pony would love her special somepony. And if she asks me to attend someone else because her career depends on it, I will do it for her. Because dressmaking is the meaning of her life and she can’t live without it. And if anything happens to my sister, I’ll never forgive a pony who did that to her!”

“I understand...” The words came out of my mouth with difficulty, a lump forming in my throat.

What a naive filly I was if I really thought I might have a future with Sweetie. I should have known when Rarity and Sweetie kissed back then. Our kiss hadn’t been near as passionate as theirs. Perhaps, Sweetie had started all this because Miss Rarity had asked her to put on a show for her. That must be the case, given how the mare had been enjoying herself the whole time.

“Umm, Scootaloo? Are you alright? You have tears in your eyes. I’m sorry I shouted at you. I don’t know what came over me. I can be so dumb sometimes. Hey, Scootaloo? Please, say something. I didn’t want to offend you. Scootaloo...”

“It’s just a speck.” I wiped my eyes with a hoof. “Let’s go eat dinner. Miss Rarity must be waiting for us.”