Guilty fantasies, guilty actions

"3,... 2,... 1,... Go!"

Even with one wing Rainbow Dash left Scootaloo in the dust. It wasn't even a contest. Rainbow was the one that had invented one wing flying, she was the one to master it, and the one to make it standard training with the Wonderbolts. Other ponies looked ridiculous flying this way, but Rainbow retained a degree of majesty in flight, regardless of circumstances. Scootaloo did not expect anything less from her.

When Scootaloo finally arrived at the house, Dash was smugly waiting for her, making it plainly clear that she was waiting a while for her already. Winning had always made her happy. But Scootaloo knew this little ego trip would wear off. She wasn't going give her time to regret. She had a plan to make Rainbow Dash fully forget her guilt. Step one was to make her way to the "secret" closet.

She knew every nook and cranny of this place, but there was always one closet that remained off limits. There was also one topic that always remained undiscussed as well, the details of Rainbow's nocturnal activities, so to speak. Scootaloo was quick to put two and two together and until now had always respected that limit, despite, or perhaps because how she felt about Rainbow Dash. But not now. Scootaloo strutted confidently to her target.

"You know you're not allowed in there, Scootaloo." Rainbow Dash protested.

"Why? Because you keep all your fun sex toys in there?"

"I'm really an open book to you, huh?" she sighed.

Scootaloo nodded in agreement making it clear as day she thought that was a good thing.

"I don't feel like using toys on you. This was a mistake."

"I was planning on using them you, Rainbow. You really enjoyed me being in charge last time."

"Go home, Scootaloo." Dash sighed.

"Just for tonight. Then everything goes back to how it was before."

Neither Scootaloo nor Rainbow Dash knew if there was any truth to that statement. Still Dash obliged and unlocked the closet.

"Do you even know how to use any of this stuff?" Rainbow asked as Scootaloo looked inside.

"No, but learning sounds like a lot of fun." Scootaloo said confidently.

"Start with something simple then. I don't want the fireponies to have to cut me free."

Scootaloo picked four shackles meant to secure a pony to the bedposts.

"Mind showing how these work?"

Rainbow took one of them in her mouth and fastened her left hoof.

"Usually I'm not the one tied up."

"I could have guessed that. But this time is different."

Scootaloo followed Dash's example and tied the rest of her hooves. Then she put on the best villain voice she could muster.

"Muhahah! Finally I have captured Rainbow Dash, captain of the wonderbolts!"

Dash looked in stunned confusion. Scootaloo's performance would embarrass a school play.

"This is the part where you beg me to free you because other ponies are in danger and you have to go help them." Scootaloo whispered.

"Please... let me go... other ponies are in danger and I need to help them..." Rainbow Dash obliged, still filled with doubt.

"Never!"

"Now you say you'll do anything."

"I'll do anything." Dash said with a bit more conviction.

"Anything? Will you eat me out?" Scootaloo asked with the same villain voice.

"Yes."

"You slut." Scootaloo teased.

"Hey! It's to help other ponies!" Rainbow Dash protested, fully lost in her role.

Her wounded pride didn't stop her from greedily licking when Scootaloo sat on her. Scootaloo had had a few youthful flings, but nothing could prepare her for what Rainbow was doing between her legs. Years and years of looking for "the one" had clearly not left Rainbow fully emptyhooved. Scootaloo was glad they weren't on that secluded cloud anymore. No hoof could have stopped her from waking all of Ponyville, no, all of Equestria from there, she thought as she moaned to her hearts content.

"Faster, Rainbow!" she said, like a total madmare.

As Dash gave her everything she had, Scootaloo felt like she was about to pass out. She remembered little of what happened afterwards, but when she came to her senses, Rainbow Dash was smiling between her legs. How Dash's face had gotten soaked, Scootaloo couldn't recall, but she could guess.

"Well, villain, aren't you going to release me?"

"I don't feel like it. I want you to pleasure me again."

"Hey, that's not fair."

"I'm a villain, and you're tied up before me. Of course it's not fair." Scootaloo reminded her.

She then took a moment to think about what she wanted.

"I want a wingjob."

Only when she saw Rainbow Dash's stunned face did Scootaloo realize what she had blurted out.

Asking a wingjob from a wonderbolt. If Scootaloo was any other pony and Dash wasn't tied up, she would have shattered Scootaloo's teeth for even daring to suggest such a thing. The prouder a pegasus was of his or her wings, the more likely it was for him or her to not appreciate them being used as a sex aid. Scootaloo herself had worked so hard to get her own pair in working order. The thought of using them for another's sexual gratification mortified her. She could only imagine how insulting it was to ask that from Equestria's best flier. She had lost herself in her power trip. She had to apologize.

"Okay, Scootaloo. I guess I owe you one." Rainbow cut her off before Scootaloo could open her mouth.

"No, you're the best wonderbolt ever. I couldn't."

"I'm not the best wonderbolt ever. I'm... I'm a dirty craddlerobber..." Dash said almost sobbing before Scootaloo silenced her with her hoof again.

"I promised to not allow anyone to call you that. That includes yours..."

Scootaloo herself was interrupted by a tickling sensation between her legs. Rainbow was pleasuring Scootaloo with her wings. Oddly, this degrading act seemed to put Dash at peace. It was penance for her. At first, it wasn't that pleasurable. Scootaloo felt more like laughing than moaning, but as Scootaloo's juices soaked into Rainbow Dash's wing, the feeling got better and better. Every square inch of Scootaloo's slit was being touched by her wet feathers at once. Physically, she still preferred Dash's skilled tongue, but there was no denying that Scootaloo appreciated Rainbow degrading herself just for her pleasure.

As time passed, Rainbow Dash got better and better at what she was doing. All that wonderbolts training had taught her to control every muscle and tendon in her wings. Her work and this were hardly analogous, but she was learning fast. Still, Scootaloo felt almost frustrated by how little stimulation she got. Yes, every part of her had wet feathers rubbing against it, but her clit felt neglected, merely being teased by said feathers.

"Come on, Dash, you can do better than that."

Having gotten the movements down, Rainbow Dash picked up the pace. What her feathers lacked in inherent stimulation she compensated with her speed.

"Spit on my face, Scootaloo." she said as Scootaloo started moaning again.

Without even thinking, she obliged. Neither of them thought it odd that Rainbow Dash asked for such a thing. Before Scootaloo closed her eyes in pleasure, she could swear she saw the smile reappear on Rainbow's face. Scootaloo let the sensation overwhelm her once more. Soon, she felt herself squirt all over Rainbow Dash's wing. That left it looking like a sorry mess, but Rainbow didn't mind.

Scootaloo removed the shackles from Dash's hooves. She then took Dash under her own wings.

"You did awesome, Rainbow Dash."

And both fell asleep happily.