Guilty fantasies, guilty actions

"Scootaloo, what are you thinking?" Dash scolded.

Scootaloo considered backing out for a moment. Saying that it was a bad joke. Pretend that the alcohol had somehow already gotten to her head. But she wouldn't be able to forgive herself afterwards.

"Touching every square inch of your body, Rainbow." she answered as seductively as she could.

"I could be your mom!" Rainbow kept scolding.

"No you couldn't. You're not that much older than me." Scootaloo retorted with a tone as if Rainbow Dash had just said a silly joke.

"I wasn't talking about age. I've known you since before you had your cutie mark. I've practically raised you!"

"Surely knowing somepony well makes them a better partner? How did that date go exactly?"

Dash sighed. Her anger was replaced with disappointment for a moment.

"He had tin foil in his mane and spent the whole evening talking about how he thought Celestia and Twilight were lizard ponies and that Tirek's attack was an inside job. Don't change the topic. I couldn't!"

"Why, am I not pretty? Don't you like me?" she said while striking the most seductive pose she could.

Scootaloo felt a bit bad for saying that. She was putting Rainbow on the spot. There was no right answer to those questions. Pretty didn't even begin to describe her. Her tomboyish personality might have stayed with her through the years, but her tomboyish looks were replaced with a body a model would be jealous of. And in a non-sexual way, they couldn't be closer.

"No... What would other ponies say?"

The fact that Dash was talking about what other ponies would say of them instead of her own moral qualms was a good sign.

"Wow, look at Rainbow Dash with her hot new girlfriend."

"Some. Most will call me a craddlerobber."

"Not on my watch they won't."

Dash smiled. Usually she was the one sticking up for other ponies, not the other way around.

"You promise me?"

"Yes."

Rainbow Dash sat silent for a moment. She was considering it. Scootaloo had at least gotten that far.

"All of Ponyville is sleeping." Scootaloo said while getting closer to her "Nobody would have to know. We could pretend it never happened if you wanted that tomorrow."

Scootaloo placed her hoof on Rainbow's thigh.

"When was the last time another pony touched you, Dash?"

"I..." she muttered in a defensive tone.

Her pride had always been easily wounded.

"It's okay. I understand. You have your standards. I just hope I'm up to them."

A look at the glistening wetness between Dash's legs proved that Scootaloo wasn't hoping in vain. Scootaloo was filled with pride. She know she had a nice body, but this "appreciation" from her childhood hero was the best compliment she could get.

She moved to hold Rainbow from behind.

"Let me make you feel good, Dash"

Rainbow Dash didn't answer. Her doubts were still lingering. They paralyzed her. Scootaloo knew she had to take all initiative.

She started rubbing Dash's slit with her hoof. It was as basic an act as you could get, but Rainbow was already moaning softly.

"Quiet. We don't want anyone to hear us."

Rainbow bit her lip. It felt weird for Scootaloo to be in charge of her, but it felt right.

She picked up the pace. She had spend many lonely nights looking at that poster of the pony she was now touching. Though hardly something she was proud of, Scootaloo had become an expert at playing with herself and what she was doing wasn't all that different.

Soon, Dash biting her lip wasn't enough anymore to silence her.

"Come on, Rainbow Dash, be quiet." Scootaloo reminded her.

"I... can't."

A simple solution presented itself to this problem when Scootaloo realized her other hoof was still free. She placed it on Rainbow Dash's mouth to muffle her. This seemed to only excite Rainbow further. She started struggling a bit, but very softly and playfully. Encouraged, Scootaloo started rubbing her as fast as she could.

Soon, the hoof on Dash's mouth enough. The cute struggles had become akin to spasms. She was coming. She was in ecstasy. Scootaloo kept touching her until both moaning and struggling had subsided and then a bit more for good measure.

Scootaloo then let go and Rainbow Dash and she turned around to look her. Dash was already coming down. Doubt was filling her again, this time accompanied with a helping of guilt. Scootaloo knew she had to give her something to look forward to. She laid on her back and spread her legs.

"See something you want, Rainbow?"

She knew she was wet and exited. Rainbow Dash hesitated for a moment but then went in to lick her. But Scootaloo's legs snapped together, stopping her midway.

"Hey!" she protested.

"Not yet Rainbow. You enjoyed being silenced, but I doubt I will as well. Let's get some privacy at your home. Race you there? Only you get to use only one wing to keep things fair."