Guilty fantasies, guilty actions

"Another job well done, huh?" Scootaloo proclaimed proudly as the patient exited.

"I guess. We'll have to monitor Chainmail Lancer so that he doesn't relapse into alcoholism." Sweetie Belle chimed in skeptically.

She was always there to temper Scootaloo's enthusiasm, but she didn't mind. The Cutie Mark Crusaders needed both her own brashness and a pony with her feet on the ground to sometimes rein them in.

Over the years they had turned helping ponies into a real science. Their job had gotten a whole lot tougher, as progressively more broken souls had found their way to them, but they were able to do so much more than when they were fillies. As long as they could make ponies remember that purpose in their lives that manifested itself as a mark on ponies flanks, they could get them through anything.

Long gone was that tree hut they worked in before. Applebloom had overseen the building of a proper office for them. Sweetie Belle had even gotten them coats like doctors, which Scootaloo was still uncomfortable wearing.

"We'll do that tomorrow. See you."

"Bye, Scootaloo."

Scootaloo stepped outside. The sun was setting. She had worked though the day again, but she didn't mind. She undid her coat and threw it over her back. She was in a good mood. Then she spotted a familiar mane in the clouds. Her mood saddened. She knew what had happened.

She flew up to said cloud. She had never managed to become a strong flier, but her flying skills were serviceable.

"Hello, Rainbow Dash."

"Oh, hi, Scoots."

"What are you doing?"

"...just chilling."

"Why is there a bottle of whiskey next to you?"

"I'm... having a bit of a party!"

"On your own?"

Rainbow Dash didn't answer.

"Even if you had a convincing lie, I know you too well for you to lie to me. Your date didn't go well, did it?"

Rainbow Dash sighed deeply. All her friends had settled down and married long ago. She alone was left to fish in an ever shrinking dating pool, wondering what went wrong.

"You deserve better, Rainbow."

Rainbow Dash used to be the perfect hero to Scootaloo. Right now she looked like a washed up, lonely mess. Not career wise, mind you. She had made it to head of the wonderbolts and had driven them to even greater glory. Her friendships were stronger than ever as well. But every stallion or mare she had dated turned out to be a boring disappointment. She always asked the best from herself, it was only fair that she asked the best from her special somepony. Yet the world wasn't a fair place and all it gave Dash was failures.

Scootaloo looked at her former mentor. She still had time. She had taken great care herself. Figures, considering her occupation. Looking at her unwoke feelings Scootaloo had thought she had long overcome. She remembered readily confessing she liked other girls when she had started to turn into a mare. But she had never told a soul how many times she had looked at her Rainbow Dash poster while she played with herself. Or how guiltily and bitterly she had cried afterwards, because she didn't want to risk Rainbow to get into trouble for her dumb feelings. Because Scootaloo knew Rainbow Dash was way too good to consider what was her little sister in all but blood in any sexual way.

"Like who, Scoots?" Rainbow asked, hoping Scootaloo had someone in mind for her.

Perhaps she did. She wasn't the silly little filly she once was. She'd make her consider.

"Hand me that bottle."

Dash gave her a concerned look. Once Scootaloo might have been insulted once, but now her protectiveness flattered her.

"I'm not a foal anymore. If you're going to drink yourself stupid, the least you could do is share."

Scootaloo took a long swig from said bottle once it was handled to her. She'd need a bit of extra courage for what she was planning. She handed the bottle back.

"Like a sexy young mare that adores you and has had a secret crush on you for a long time. You know her very well."

"What's her name?" Rainbow Dash asked before taking her own swig.

"Scootaloo."

A mist of liquor filled the air as Rainbow Dash spat out the what she had drunk in shock at the very notion.