Scootaloo Springs Up

Rainbow Dash narrowed her eyes at her naked form in the mirror and sighed.

It wasn’t that she was disappointed with her body - far from it, in fact. Smooth, strong legs flowed up to powerful thighs, seated beneath a firm, muscular ass that dropped jaws when stretching out Wonderbolts spandex. Dash traced her fingers up her stomach, feeling every bump of her hard-earned six pack abs, before bringing her arms up and flexing them for a classic double bicep pose, her baseball-sized muscles bulging proudly to attention. Rainbow Dash was proud of her body.

The cause of her exasperation was not her musculature, but her breasts. Once, five or so months ago, they’d been flat – no bra necessary for day-to-day activities. She often went out with nothing to wear under her shirt, a delight for anyone who wasn’t staring at her ass, since her nipples would occasionally poke through the fabric. That was all in the past, now that her breasts had grown out significantly and expanded from flat to H cups in the course of two days. How could she have known that Fluttershy had gotten into some magical mishap that gave her huge, over-productive tits? Or that she would store the milk that induced this reaction in poorly labeled glass bottles in her refrigerator?

Dash hefted one of her massive mammaries, enjoying the weight and feel of them in her palm. It was fun having these milkbags, and all the attention they garnered. If there was one thing besides speed that Dash could truly say she loved it was positive attention directed towards her. Gingerly, Dash gave her breast a little squeeze, causing a little bit of milk to dribble out.

Well, some good things come with minor downsides.

“Ugh, this is such a pain in the ass,” Dash muttered, grabbing her custom made, jet-black sports bra, and stuffing her enormous tits inside. They pushed her bountiful chest up and gave her an insane amount of cleavage, but it was necessary for running now lest a pendulous breast slap her in the face mid-jog. It was pricey, but worth wearing. Even if those J-Cups looked ridiculous on her five foot seven frame, she loved them all the same.

Without thinking much of it, Dash walked barefoot to the front door of her spacious house, carefully navigating the tossed boxes and small articles of clothing that seemed to always litter her hallway. Rainbow Dash cleared her throat once she reached the door and in one swift motion threw the door wide open with a resounding bang.

“YIKES!” cried out a familiar voice to the left.

“Hah!” Dash folded her arms under her breasts and leaned on her doorframe. “Knew you’d be here on time. That’s good, Scootaloo, you’ve got gumption.”

Scootaloo, who had nearly fallen out of her seat, hastened a smile at her idol. There were some slight bags under her eyes and her clothes looked a bit wrinkled, as if she’d changed them at the last minute. They hung from her small, slight frame a size too big for her. Despite being in her late teens a year out of high school it seemed as though puberty had yet to come for the girl, and at four foot nine she was often mistaken, and thusly treated as, a little kid.

“Heh, yeah! Totally! When you said ‘bright n’ early’ I made sure to be here!”

Rainbow Dash smirked. “Early for sure… but not so much bright at this hour.” Dash looked up at the murky purple sky. “How long were you waiting anyway?”

“Not long!” Scootaloo grinned, sliding her foot behind her overstuffed backpack. The sound of crinkled plastic cut through the quiet morning.

“What’s that?” Dash craned her head to see the source of the scraping noise.

“What? Oh! That’s uh, just a snack! You know, before-“

Rainbow Dash walked over, leaned down past the chair, and fished out the wrapper that Scootaloo was trying to hide unsuccessfully.

“This is a candy bar, Scoot,” said Dash, crinkling the wrapper into a ball. “Didn’tcha tell me you wanted to be serious about working out with me this summer?”

Scootaloo sighed, her eyes downcast. “Yeah… it was like, my last meal before we start for real…”

“Scoot, when we agreed to doing this like, super extensive program a week ago, that dinner you had that night should’ve been your last real meal. No sodas, No sweets, nothin’ bad,” Dash softened her voice, trying to sound less like a boring parent. “I’m not like, going to put you in a time-out corner or anything. Just wanted you to get the picture. We’re cool."

Scootaloo stopped playing with her hands and looked back up at Dash, a smile growing on her face. “Cool.”

“Now that’s the attitude I want to see in a speedster!” Dash grinned and hauled Scootaloo’s huge overstuffed bag up and over her shoulder. “Come inside, kick your sandals by the door, and let’s get you settled in for the summer!”

Scootaloo almost ran into the house, but stopped down to kick off her dark blue flip flops to the side. There wasn’t much to do at this very moment, as it was still early and cool in and outside, so Dash was feeling a bit complacent compared to her earlier strictness. Breakfast still needed to be made, and her ladies needed to be emptied before they could get started. An attentive Scootaloo stood by, dancing on her heels but otherwise patiently waiting for further instructions. Dash dropped the tightly packed bag next to her sofa.

“Alright, this is gonna sound kinda lame, buuuut, I kinda may have converted my guest room to a bedroom for Tank,” Dash blushed red in embarrassment, “so, you’re free to sleep here on the couch. It’s not much, just a two-seater, but I think it’ll be okay. Is that cool?”

“I’ve got a sleeping bag in here! It’s fine!” Scootaloo shoved her hands into the backpack and, with some effort, dragged out an orange kid-sized sleeping bag, unfurling and laying it out on the floor.

“Wow, you’re more prepared than I expected,” Dash mused, leaning on the couch. “Although, I should expect the best from you, Scootaloo. That’s what I want from you the next three months-ish. The best.”

“You’ll get better than my best, guaranteed!” beamed Scootaloo, unpacking the rest of her clothes and placing them in a wrinkled pile on the glass coffee table. “Rainbow Dash, I promise I’m going to give one hundred ten percent!”

Rainbow Dash smiled, and her eyes drifted to Scootaloo’s belly. “See your stomach right now?”

“My what?” asked Scootaloo, slightly puzzled. She lifted up the hem of her T-shirt to look at her mid-section. It was the same tan, small roundish belly she’s always had, if just a tiny bit bigger and softer than it was last year.

“Your stomach,” repeated Dash. “In three months’ time, if you give my workout regimen the effort you say that you will, then you won’t have that flabby belly anymore, you’ll have a lean stomach like I have,” Dash punctuated that by rapping her fingers on her defined abdominals.

Scootaloo dropped her shirt, her light purple eyes tracing over Dash’s muscles. “Y’think that I can get to where you are just over the summer?”

“Heck yeah I do! I’ve got a whole diet plan and routine set up just for you! I’m going to personally kick-start your metabolism. Or something like that. Don’t sweat it, Scoot, everything’s going to work out amazing. Plus, as a bonus I’ll be keeping track of your personal reco- Hold that thought.”

Rainbow Dash swiveled away from Scootaloo and dug her madly vibrating phone out of her pocket.

“Of course it’s Fluttershy,” Dash read aloud from her phone’s contact name, staring at the sad-eyed visage of her friends face on the dialer screen. The re-naming had occurred to Dash sometime around two in the morning when the worrywart called Dash asking her for help to do something or other with some animal.

Scoot cleared her throat. “Also, I wanted to ask you something, Dash, if that’s okay wit-“

“Yeah, yeah, hold on a sec’, okay?” Dash interrupted, answering the phone.

“What’s up, Fluttershy?”

“Oh, um, good morning.”

“It finallly stopped raining out Fluttershy, it’s a great morning. Sorry to rush you but I’m in the middle of something, is something wrong, or…?” Dash trailed off, tapping her foot in await for the response.

“Oh, well, as you know, um, recently I took in a bunch of baby orphaned animals,” Fluttershy began, pausing.

“…Yeah, keep going.”

“Well, considering that, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind to, um-“

Scootaloo tapped Dash on the shoulder. “Dash!”

“-that since your, recent expansion with your assets, and since I can no longer seem to produce-”

Dash glanced down over her shoulder at Scoot, who had her phone out. “What is it?” she asked.

“-maybe once a day or so I could drop by your place with the spare key you lent me to pick-“

“Can I invite my friends over maybe once or twice over the summer?” Scootaloo asked, pointing at her screen. “Just to visit them in person and stuff?”

“-up some of the um, milk, to use for the baby orphaned animals so they can grow up big and strong?”

“NO!” Dash barked, kneeling down a little to get face to face with Scoot, and then saying much more quietly. “I told you, I don’t want any outside distractions or temptations for you to go through. How do I know you can turn down a candied apple from AB after eating tuna and vegetables for weeks on end? It’s easy to slip up to stuff like that, okay? Text and call them all you want, but no visits n stuff.”

Scoot sighed, “Alright, okay, I getcha. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, you were just asking,” Dash tousled Scoots hair. “It’s good to ask stuff like this now.”

“Anyway, Flutters, the answer is yes, okay?” Dash confirmed, placing her phone back to her ear. “Okay? Did you say okay? Hello?”

Dash pulled the phone away and noticed the call had ended. A few swipes and she’d found the call history. Fluttershy had hung up maybe six seconds ago.

“What did Fluttershy want?” queried Scoot.

“Asked if she could raid my fridge everyday, which I’m totally fine with. I don’t eat all the stuff I put in there.” Dash smirked, stuffing her phone down her cleavage. Damn was having big tits great.

“Anyway, I’ve got your diet plan set up now. Very strict. Proteins, carbs, calories, no fatty stuff. Plenty of water and try to bookend your mornings and night with a full glass of milk. I’ve got it set up so the milkman leaves two bottles a day early in the morning. I’ll keep it in the fridge for you, somewhere easy to reach okay?”

“Okay!” Scoot saluted, beaming up at Dash.

“Ready for your morning exercises and first real day?” Dash asked excitedly.

“Absolutely!”

“Ready to change your life forever and kick-start your metabolism!”

“One Hundred Percent!”

“Put your sneakers on and LET’S RUN!” Dash grabbed her shoes and ran out the door barefoot, not waiting up.

“Hey, wait up!” Scoot stuffed her feet into her sneakers, and pursued Dash with a smile. This summer was going to be so awesome!

“Owww, my everything is sore,” moaned Scoot, rubbing her calves.

“Told ya they would be,” Dash pumped up the barbell one more time before setting the heavy weight on the rack behind her. “You’re going to feel like this for the first two weeks or so, cuz your muscles aren’t used to being pushed like this.”

The two were inside Dash’s spacious basement, which had been converted into a home gym. There were dumbbells going from five pounds to sixty lined up along one wall. A bench with a large barbell surrounded by hundreds of pounds of weight littered the floor behind it. Medicine balls were scattered intermittently around the room. Two of the largest were (to Scootaloo’s uncontrollable amusement) parked right in front of a heavy taped up punching bag. There was also a squat rack off to one side and a pull-up bar in the doorway. Not a single treadmill or machine was down in the weight room.

“How do your arms feel?” asked Dash, crossing her arms and doing a stretch.

“Like they’re still holding dumbbells,” bemoaned Scoot, letting them rest on the floor. “Are we doing this stuff everyday?”

“Nah, I’m letting you have rest days, where we skip doing this stuff.”

“That’s a relief!”

“Cuz on those days you do cardio only, and your summer reading.”

Scoot flopped backwards on the rubber matting and whined, turning her head to stare at Dash, who was flexing her baseball-sized biceps and twisting her torso back and forth.

“What, you think this is straight vacation?” Dash asked, finishing her stretches. She pulled out her ponytail and shook her head, prismatic hair flying all around her face.

“C’mon, time to eat your meal, upstairs, let’s go.”

Dash lightly jogged out of the room, and Scoot followed limply behind, completely worn out.

The kitchen was by far the cleanest part of Dash’s place. Big, spacious, open, with clean granite counter-tops and an island in the middle for preparing food. An imposing stainless steel refrigerator next to the counter was covered in nutritional guides and meal plans, along with a calendar covered in important dates. Dash opened the fridge and pulled out a glass container with grilled chicken and vegetables, placing it on the counter.

“There! Toss this in the microwave or eat it chilled. Whichever. I made enough chicken to last us weeks and I'll be portioning out your meals in glass containers with me, okay?”

Scoot carefully climbed atop one of the stools next to the island, “Okay,” she said with a slight smile, opening the container.

“Great, be sure to drink your glass of milk! I’m headin’ to the shower,” Dash said, already stripping off her socks.

“You’re not eating supper?” asked Scoot.

“Yeah, after you eat yours. I’ll shower while you eat, then, when I’m all done, you take your shower, and I grab my grub,” explained Dash, pulling the straps down off her sports bra, revealing a little more jiggling cleavage.

Scootaloo tried not to stare so openly. “Sorry, I just, thought we’d be-“

“Hah! C’mon Scoot! We can’t eat in the shower!” Dash rolled her eyes, and sauntered out of the room.

“Uhhh…” Scootaloo trailed off, wondering if Dash was messing with her. Probably. There were a bunch of condiments on the counter, and within seconds of spying the tabasco, Scoot had effectively drowned her chicken in it. Mealtime wasn’t so bad after all.

After she’d wolfed down her food, Scoot dropped her container in the sink and threw the heavy fridge door open, looking for the milk. It was supposed to be in here somewhere, and despite drinking a full bottle of water she really needed something to kill that fiery feeling in her mouth from the hot sauce.

“Aha!” Scootaloo spotted the containers on the top shelf in the back. It was blocked by a loaf of bread and otherwise invisible from dead on –Scootaloo had only spotted it looking from below through the glass shelving. Why would Dash make it so hard to find? It took a bit of maneuvering and some tiptoeing, but Scoot reached up and grabbed the milk.

“Wow,” said Scoot, swishing the container around. The milk looked especially thick and creamy. Like a melting milkshake. The bottle wasn’t especially big either. It had maybe less than a pint? Certainly wasn’t worth grabbing a stool for and getting a glass. With no trepidation, Scoot tilted her head and quickly drank the whole thing.

“MmmmMM!” Scoot licked her lips. That was good! Definitely way better than the milk she would get from AJ’s farm. Dash must have spent a lot to get this delivered every day. Closing the fridge door, she hopped down off the stool and put the empty container into the dishwasher, walking over to where she thought the bathroom was before breaking into a little skip. She felt better already.

Dash stepped out of the shower, towel tied around her waist. Steam fogged everything in the bathroom, and she wiped the mirror to get a brief look at her sexy body before the fog obscured it once more. She slipped her hand under one of her big breasts and hefted it. No longer soft and jiggly, they’d gotten tight and tense like overfilled water balloons.

“Looks like it was almost time to drain these puppies,” she said softly, fingering one of her hardening nipples. Since she’d gotten them they’d needed to be drained daily, lest she experience the awful sensations of not emptying them. Hot showers tended to make the process way easier with the pump, which she kept in her much smaller bathroom attached to her bedroom. If there were a shower in that one, she’d just use it instead of the main, but it only had a toilet and sink so she had to make due. Dash almost grabbed the towel she’d left out for Scoot before stopping herself. Usually she could walk out in the buff, but not with a guest in the house. Dash tried maneuvering the towel to cover her ample breast flesh, but found the jutting mammaries raised the towel up so much it left her privates exposed.

Dash sighed to herself, tying it back around her waist, and checked her phone. She’d only been in for ten minutes. Scoot was probably still eating. If Dash was quiet she could just tiptoe down the hall to her bedroom. If her breasts weren’t aching so much she could formulate a better plan, but right now, she had to go.

Very softly, Dash opened the bathroom door, a rush of steam exiting along the top. A quick peek left and right and Dash couldn’t hear anyone coming along the hall. Moving along quickly, Dash walked straight to her room, approaching the door rapidly.

And right into Scootaloo.

“OOF!” the small teen bounced right smack into Dash’s massive tits and stumbled backwards.

“Scootaloo! What’re you doing in there?!” Dash cried, regaining her balance.

“I finished eating and needed to use the bathroom and had to use the one in your room because I couldn’t find the regular one and knew I couldn’t go in there because you were using it! Sorry! I’m so sorry!” Scootaloo explained as rapidly as she could.

“Well, next time-” Dash paused, realizing her massive breasts were very much on full display. Dash folded her left arm over them, doing an incredibly poor job of covering anything. All that accomplished was concealing her fat nipples; her areola and ninety percent of her breasts were still visible.

“I mean, showers are one of like, the only things I don’t do fast. So uh, yeah. Just, take your time eating dinner from now on. Pace yourself. Snack on celery sticks while you’re waiting for me to finish up,” Dash said, sidling into her room while Scoot sidled out. “Ya got me?”

“I got ya! I’m going to sleep now. Sorry again! Like, a thousand times sorry I should have been more-“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. G’nite!” Dash shut her door and punched the lock, dropping her arm. Her breasts slapped heavily against her rib-cage and incited a little pain. They had to be emptied right now. Dash briskly walked to her private bathroom, put the seat down and, after maneuvering the suction cup around her areola, sat to begin pumping.

It brought her immediate relief, and after she finished draining her left breast she hefted her right and began pumping that one too. Milk sloshed steadily into the container, filling up swiftly as the machine emptied her jugs of their load. It made a little sense for Fluttershy to want to use this stuff to help out those orphaned animals. After all, she had reacted to it in such a positive way. As long as Fluttershy didn’t interfere with the routine that was carefully planned out.

Finally, she was done. Her huge breasts were back to being the soft, squishy sensitive fun-bags they were earlier today. Dash stuffed the two bottles into her mini-fridge by the bed and threw on an over-sized white T shirt. She’d bought a dozen of them at some store and it’s all she used for PJ’s nowadays. Jumping into her bed, she was about to grab a book off the top of her mini-fridge, when, instead, she leaned back against the pillow and stared straight ahead.

Spitfire, Captain of the Wonderbolts and no doubt the hottest one on their team, stared back at her with sultry bedroom eyes from across the room.

“Mm, never gonna get tired of looking at that,” Dash mused, hands slipping under the hem of her shirt to play with her nipples. The poster had been tacked on the wall of her house for years, displaying a portrait of Spitfire posing lewdly amidst a pair of her other teammates out of frame. She had one leg perched up on a rock and was unzipping her latex suit, goggles dangling around her neck. The outline of every powerful muscle on her body was incredibly clear, Spitfire was slightly taller and likely stronger than Dash was (although definitely less bustier now), and RD loved this poster of her to pieces.

Plus the way the lighting was set in this picture you could clearly see her nipples straining against the fabric.

“Unnn,” Dash bit her lip, snaking one hand down to her crotch. She squeezed her eyes tightly, imagining standing next to Spitfire, looking slightly up into those fiery orange eyes and embracing her, breasts mashing together in a heated kiss, Spitfires stronger arms encircling Dash’s back and squeezing her so tightly the air would rush out of her lungs in between kisses.

“Nnn, fuck,” her fingers were flying in and out her pussy, the other hand groping and gently squeezing her nipples, sending shocks of pleasure down her spine. Spitfire would hold her down, against the bed, paying close attention to her amazing assets as she kissed her way down her torso, fondling her breasts the whole way, before finally diving into her pussy and going to town and lapping everywhere, gripping Dash’s legs tightly and bringing her to higher and higher levels of pleasure.

“AH!” Dash gasped, arching her back. She was close, so close. Dash bit her lip, imagining Spitfire climbing in bed next to her, six feet of sexy and power, opening her long, muscular legs wide and asking Dash if she would service her too.

“AAH! AAAAHnnnnnnnngggfff!” Dash bit her pillow and thrusted her hips, toes curling as her orgasm exploded inside and washed throughout her body like a tsunami though a city. Fireworks went off in her mind, as she writhed in the pleasure of that sensation. It felt so good. So good. So fucking good. Dash rolled her head around, the intense orgasm slowly ebbing away, panting with the exertion of her orgasm.

Dash glanced wearily at her locked bedroom door. She oughta bite down on something throughout, just in case. Scoot was likely asleep anyway after that workout today. Reaching blindly to her left, Dash grabbed a water bottle on her bedside table and chugged half of it down, then she reached over, clicked the lamp off, and turned on to her side for some shut-eye.

This was going to be a good summer.

In the other room, Scootaloo yawned hugely, wriggling inside her brightly colored sleeping bag. The brief glimpse of seeing Dash’s amazing wet body fresh out of the shower filled her with a powerful desire. If Scootaloo weren’t so worn out she would have done something in the confines of her bedding...but sleep was overtaking her quickly. Scootaloo closed her eyes, the nude image of her hero still on her mind.

This was going to be a great summer.