Chapter Three Life With Benefits

I woke up to wet covers all over the two of us. I could only assume as to why in my drogy state. Silver Spoon knew how to help me sleep.

But as to if the bed was soaked with our cum or piss I didn’t know. It was thick and sticky, but had a bad scent that made me worry. Silver Spoon had already gotten out of bed, where she had gone to I didn’t know.

Hoping to clean the sheets before she noticed the smell I gathered them up. Poking my head out of her room door I saw no pony around, sighing at the satisfaction no pony would see or smell this I stepped out.

Taking a few steps down the hall I was soon startled, “HEY!” Freezing there for a moment I struggled to look back only to feel a set of warm wet hooves come around me, “I have a staff who can take care of that for us you know.”

Giving a nervous laugh as she turned my head to look at her, “W-well, I’m so used to doing this myself. I-I-I just thought I…” I hopped she didn’t smell anything as she held me like she did.

“Really? Do you know where you’re going?” I stood there with a dumbfounded look on my face only to become baffled at what came next, “I think it’s because…” She stuck her nose into the sheets and took a deep breath, “you don’t want anypony here to know what we did.” She nibbled my ear as she wrapped her hooves around me.

“Well what we do is private.” I whimpered.

I could feel her hoof moving along my side, slowly going towards my flank.

Feeling her spank me once she whispered, “What we do will be private, they know better than to talk about what they don’t know or understand.” Her hoof came down again, “Besides, many of them are still confused. And seeing another mare around might help them to understand themselves a little better.”

I was about to beg her for more. Oh how I wanted to feel that hoof again and again.

But as my mouth began to open Silver Spoon let me go, “Mommy…” We turned around to see Lightning standing behind us.

He looked worried, and I could only guess as to why.

“Why hello there Lightning.” Silver Spoon greeted him with a loving smile but his expression remained the same, “Why the glum expression?”

His eyes watered up as he began to sob. All we could do was stand there confused as we tried to figure out why.

Walking over I picked him up, “It’s all right, now why don’t you tell us what’s wrong.” I cradled him hoping he would calm down.

As he cried he managed to speak a few words between sniffles, “I… my…” He cried all the more as he buried his face into my chest.

Trying to calm him down we soon discovered why he was crying. A maid soon turned the corner in a huff walking with a bit of attitude in each step.

As she neared us we could see she was trying to keep her voice down, “Ms. Silver Spoon, I do believe that foal needs a stern talking too as well as some discipline.”

“And just why would that be?” Silver didn’t like how her made was talking to her, even if she was trying to show some level of respect.

“That colt is far too old to be doing what he did.” We were confused as she stomped her hoof constantly looking at one another and Lightning, “Sure the stains will come out, and it will be cleaned easily enough. But still I must protest.”

“What did he do that was so bad?” Both Silver and I were tired of the vague hints she was giving us, and I could tell she didn’t like me too well for some reason.

“Your… your…” I knew she was going to call Lightning a bastard, but each time she was about to she looked over at Silver Spoon.

Her glares at the maid was enough to keep her from saying that word, “fatherless colt wet the bed. At his age he should know better than that.”

“Lightning can you go to your room?” I was beside myself knowing what she had said, and how she meant to word it.

“Yes mom.” I was thankful all Lightning cried about was her being mad about him wetting the bed.

He was far too young to hear that insult, but at least his age made him oblivious to it in some manner. Once he was out of sight and earshot I turned my attention towards the maid.

“Why you bitch! You do not treat my son like that!” To say I was livid would be an understatement, “You were going to call him a bastard. So what if he is fatherless. I don’t know any of my parents and nopony calls me that. And so what if he wets the bed I do that as well.” I quickly covered my mouth learning what I had just blurted out.

I saw her eyeing the sheets I was carrying, and how she began to stare at me only made my anger quickly turn into embarrassment.

“I see where he gets it.” She gave a sinister smile as she scoffed, “He must think it’s fine because his whore of a moth-” Before she could finish Silver Spoon slapped her.

I had never seen her this angry since the time she stood up to Diamond, back during the run for school election.

The maid was stunned, “Ms. Silver Spoon…” I knew she had never struck any of her staff, but she also never let anypony talk about her friends as the maid had just now.

Taking the sheets from me, Silver Spoon shoved them into the maid.

“He is just a colt, he’s going to make mistakes! Scoots has a medical condition so it can’t be helped, either get used to it now or you can find another job shoveling shit at Sweet Apple Acres. Do I make myself clear!?” Silver’s expression was vacant, but it only made her seem all the more terrifying.

All the maid could do was nod before running off with the sheets. As Silver Spoon sat down I was too worried she didn’t want me near her so I tried to leave.

As I attempted to walk off she sighed, “You think as experienced as she is, she would know better than to act like that. Even more so in front of me and to my lover.” I wanted to question what she meant only for her to chuckle, “The ones who’ve been here the longest already know about us, I may have let it slip a few times before. It’s the newer hire ons that have no idea as of yet, but they will figure it out soon enough.”

Sitting next to her I soon felt her hoof on my shoulder, “I still need to shower.”

She leaned in taking a whiff of my fur, “Why, you smell so wonderful as you are.” We shared in a chuckle as I slipped out of her loving embrace.

“That may be, but I still need one.” I soon felt her hoof between my legs again, oh how I loved that gentle touch.

She let out a loving hum as she nibbled my ear again, “Would you like me to wash your back?”

“You’ll do more than that.” I groaned trying to slip away from her, “But yes, please wash my back. In only the way you can.” She kept up her arousing touches as we walked into her bathroom.

We had spent a few hours in the shower together, and I was barely able to stand. She was the only mare who knew how to make me this weak. But despite the fact I was exhausted from everything she did to me, I still had to get out there and look for a job.

Silver Spoon said it wasn’t necessary and that she could take care of me and Lightning. But that wasn’t the point for me looking for work. I had become a shut in after I was raped, Rainbow Dash was the only pony who could still get through to me at the time.

Well other than Silver Spoon that is. Rainbow often told me the best way to get better was to have something to take my mind off the issue. More times than not she often tried to help me leave my room and look for a job.

She stopped around the time I was giving birth to Lightning, she still came around to check up on us when she could. And more times than I could count she often helped us out when she wasn’t with the Wonderbolts. Having a lengthy talk with Silver Spoon about it, I convinced her that I needed some work.

If for any reason to help give me a boost of confidence.

The first place I went to was Sweet Apple Acres, “I’m sorry Scoots, but we won’t need any help till apple bucking season. And that’s not for a few months.” Applebloom was like her sister when it came to being honest about some things, “If anything comes up or changes I’ll let ya’ll know.”

I had attempted to ask Rarity but I didn’t know a thing about dresses, and Sweetie Belle hadn’t been in Ponyville since the day a record label discovered her. We still get letters from her every now and again with her promising to return home soon. I went by the old school house to see Ms. Cheerilee in the hopes she had something I could do.

But like at Sweet Apple Acres I was turned down, “I’m sorry Scootaloo, but the only help I need around the school is being taken care of by Big Mac. He comes by every few days and inspects the school, if he can't fix it he does it, if not he gets somepony he trusts can do the job.”

There was a few other places I had tried to get a job at. But walking in the ponies there stared daggers at me, they didn’t have to say it. I knew why they looked at me like that, as I left one I heard somepony call me a whore another called me a slut.

As if they knew the truth behind any of it.

Walking down the street I was soon stopped or rather tackled to the ground, “Hello Scootaloo.”

I had always worried what it meant to cross Pinkie, and now I feared I would know the answer to it. She looked crazier than normal as she stared at me.

“Uh~h… hi… Pinkie.” I know she didn’t forget about me walking out and not paying for the snacks yesterday, “I meant to come back by yesterday and pay for the food. But I got side tracked and… well…”

“Oh I don’t care about that silly, I covered your tab.” As she let me up I felt a little relief, but her expression never changed.

Looking at the clock hanging from her neck her jaw dropped, “Oh No! I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date!”

As she took off I watched as her back hooves seemed to act like wheels as she sped off. Leaving me in the dust I barely caught a glimpse of something on her back, what it was I didn’t get a good look at it. Rising to my hooves I patted myself down and continued my search.

My next stop was Princess Twilight, with any luck she would give me a bit of work.

Author's Note