Scootaloo Springs Up

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Dash groaned, twisting in her sheets.

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“The heck is that noise…” Dash mumbled, glancing at her digital clock. The alarm was set to go off in five minutes.

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Going back to sleep was pointless. The alarm clock was about to start beeping anyway. Dash yawned, rolling out of her bed. At least it wasn’t super early. Since she had a morning workout planned, Dash threw on a pair of shorts and stuffed her big breasts into her sports bra. Once she’d laced up her sneakers, Dash ventured down the hallway to find the source of the noise.

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“Hm,” Dash rubbed her eyes and yawned. The noise was getting louder. Dash realized it was coming from downstairs. It had to be Scootaloo. But working out so early?

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Sure enough, there was Scootaloo in the middle of the gym jumping rope, back facing her.. She was sweating from the exertion and skipping the rope pretty fast. No wonder it was so loud. Scootaloo was wearing a small pair of shorts that hugged her shapely butt, those cheeks bouncing in tune with her jumps, and was wearing one of the form-fitting long-sleeve shirts Dash had given her. A little extra time was spent studying those cheeks as Rainbow approached.

“Ninety Nine, Hundred,” Scootaloo breathed, stopping her exercise and panting.

Dash cleared her throat loudly.

“Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo wheeled around guiltily. I was just uh, I woke up early and got bored waiting. So I had my breakfast and just came down here to do some warmups!”

“I getcha, but the jump-roping is kinda loud, pushups, situps. Those are fine, and also…”

Dash paused, her tongue caught in her throat when she got close enough to be face to face with Scootaloo. Or almost face to face. Dash felt her jaw drop, realizing that she was looking UP to meet Scootaloo's gaze.

“You’re taller than me!” choked Dash, completely thrown.

“Oh my gosh!” Scootaloo took a slightly closer step to Dash. “OHMYGOSH I AM!”

Rainbow Dash looked down to see for a second if maybe she were standing on the floor instead of the mat. She was hoping that was the case.

It wasn’t. It was worse.

Scootaloo was barefoot.

“Quick! Take your shoes off!” said Scootaloo excitedly

Dash complied, kicking off her shoes, and sinking a little further down. Dashs eyes were now level with Scootaloo's nose.

“This is so unbelievable! I’m taller’n you!” Scootaloo was breathless, a huge smile on her face.

“Yeah... I can’t believe it either,” Dash felt her head swimming.

Scootaloo bolted across the room, fishing in the cabinet for the tape measure, while Dash stood there stunned.

“Measure me?” asked Scootaloo, handing the measuring tape to Dash. Wordlessly, Rainbow unraveled the tape and lined it up against Scootaloo’s lightly muscled back.

“5’9”, Scoot. You’re 2 inches taller than me now,” Dash couldn’t believe it.

“OHMYGOSH OHMYGOSH!” Scootaloo excitedly bounced around the room.

Dash stood stock still with the tape in her hands. How tall was Scoot last night? Weren’t they close to the same height yesterday?

“Alright, alright, congratulations. Get your shoes on. We’ve still got some lifting to do,” Dash finally said, collecting herself.

“About that…” Scootaloo began, walking over to her flashy sneakers. She rolled a sock on her left foot, and tried to put the shoe on.

“I outgrew it,” said Scootaloo with a hint of pride.

Walking over with some trepidation, Dash bent down and placed her thumb at the tip of the shoe. Sure enough, her toes were pressed hard against the top of the mesh.

“Jeez Scoot, these fit you just fine last week,” muttered Dash in disbelief.

“Not anymore!”

“Gimme your foot,” Dash snapped her fingers, taking a seat on the mat. Scootaloo smugly presented her right foot. Dash grabbed her ankle and held it firm. Just like last time, she pressed Scoots foot against the rubber underside of her sneaker.

The grin on Scootaloos face was a mile wide. They were the same size now! Scootaloo happily wiggled her toes.

“No way…” Dash felt her mouth going dry, dropping Scootaloo’s foot. “I’ve…I’ve got a pair of my old sneakers in my closet. On the floor. Back left. Baby blue. You can wear ‘em.”

In a flash Scootaloo was already bolting up the stairs. Rainbow didn’t even have a minute to reflect before the teen had bounded back downstairs, proudly showing off Dash's old digs.

“Fits almost perfect!” Scootaloo beamed.

“Almost?!”

“Well, it’s a tiny bit tight in one part. My foot must be a little bit wider than yours,” said Scoot, posing in the shiny blue sneakers. “Let’s get lifting!”

During their whole routine Dash felt off. It was as if she were just going through the motions. She kept missing the count on her reps, and forgetting to breathe in and out properly when she lifting. Scootaloo had kept her wholly distracted. For the second time that morning Dash’s jaw had dropped once Scootaloo put down her forty pound dumbbells in favor of the forty-fives. She was pumping that iron as if it were nothing. Dash kept up her thirty-fives, momentarily trying out the fort-five when Scoot wasn’t looking. Despite her best effort she could only manage two curls before giving in. Still wanting to push her limits, Dash put on fifteen extra pounds over her threshold on the barbell. It felt good finishing that set. She wasn’t out of shape or anything.

It was a huge shock to her when Scootaloo walked over, tested the weight, then added fifty more pounds to the bar on top of what Dash had. Dash simply watched as Scootaloo belted out fifteen reps, grunting softly as the bar went up and down at a leisurely pace. It was hard to concentrate on anything else. Dash watched Scootaloo work, pumping the bar, listening to the quiet gasping count on her second set, looking at the beads of sweat rolling down the cut muscles along her thick legs. Legs that looked almost as well-muscled as her own...

Finally they were both finished. Dash was drinking some water by the rowing machine when Scoot sat down at the table and rapped her knuckles on the wood. It was arm wrestling time.

“Okay,” said Dash, gingerly joining Scootaloo at the table. When they clasped their hands together, Dash stared at the bulging muscle outlined by the tight long-sleeve shirt Scootaloo was wearing. A muscle that looked a tiny bit larger than her own.

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Dash flinched at the force behind that push, her hand several inches above her end of the table. Gritting her teeth, Dash began to fight back, pushing Scootaloo's arm towards the middle and regaining lost ground. Scootaloo grunted and held the middle for a good twenty seconds. They were evenly matched! Baring her teeth, Dash braced herself to push as hard as she can, and with a surge of adrenaline, slowly but surely pushed Scootaloo’s arm all the way down.

“PHEW!” Dash stood up and wiped her brow. “That was a close one.”

“I almost had you!” said Scootaloo, not looking nearly as winded.

“Key word: almost,” Dash pointed out, taking a quick swig of water.

“I betcha I would have gotten you if I wasn’t exercising so hard right before this,” teased Scootaloo, throwing her head back to guzzle her water bottle dry. She crushed the empty plastic container in her grip and tossed it into the nearby bin.

Unable to think of a proper comeback, Dash simply took another small swig and eyed Scootaloo. She was still struck that she had been surpassed in height. Now that she had another few seconds, Dash noticed how far out the front of her T-shirt was stretched. There were three stress lines tightly pulled across the front of Scoots’ shirt. Those surely must have also grown. They had to be pushin’ DD by now.

“Cardio time, squirt,” Dash said, then flinched internally.

“Can’t call ME squirt anymore,” Scootaloo laughed, stretching her long, thick limbs, “maybe I oughta start calling YOU squirt, Rainbow Dash.”

“You do and I’ll have to ask your parents for a super embarrassing nickname to start using instead,” threatened Dash, with a sly grin.

“You wouldn’t! Would you?”

“Start callin’ me squirt and find out.” Dash grinned.

“I’m sorry! I was just kidding Dash!”

“Ppppft,” Rainbow Dash almost doubled over. “I’m just messin’ with you. Ya gotta quit takin’ what I say so seriously, kid.”

Scootaloo chuckled nervously. “My bad.”

“No biggie. C’mon, let’s grab some quick grub and split.”

After another record breaking run, Scootaloo and Dash returned to the house. Now that Scootaloo had the longer stride it was Dash who was almost having trouble keeping up with her. They were neck and neck most of the time out in Whitetail Woods. The whole time out Dash figured it was just the heavy weight on her chest that was holding her back. Thing was, Scootaloo’s own expanding assets (while nearing the size of Dash's jugs) also had to have some impact. This weighed heavily on Dash’s mind the whole walk home.

“Tomorrow we might not be running outside at all,” said Dash, stepping inside and kicking off her shoes.

“Why’s that?” Scootaloo was right behind, pulling off her own sneakers with a little difficulty.

“Might rain all day. Can’t have all summer with just sunshine,” she turned to grin at Scootaloo, tilting her eyes a little upwards. This was not something she was going to get used to quickly.

Scootaloo sighed, shrugging her shoulders, causing her lats to bulge out. “Makes sense, so what will we do instead?”

“Me?” Rainbow laughed, swishing her prismatic hair out of her eyes. “I’ll be chilling. Do some laundry. Probably cook somethin’ for the week. As for you, I know you’ve got some summer reading to take care of.”

“Ugh. Aww c’mon. Really?” Scootaloo flopped into the sofa. “I was hoping you’d forgot about that.”

“I never liked school stuff either. In fact, I’d rather you not do it. Your parents would probably never ever ever let us hang out together like this if you skipped doing it.” Dash twisted open a fresh bottle of water to drink and leaned against the counter.

“Alriiight,” Scootaloo stretched out on the couch and dug one of the books out. “I’ve only got three books to go through anyway.”

“That’s the spirit!” said Dash encouragingly.

Rainbow walked over to the end table and noticed that Scootaloo's sleeping bag was rolled up and stuffed underneath. There were some other schoolbooks that had been haphazardly piled on top.

“Hey, isn’t this your bag?”asked Dash, nudging it with her foot.

Scoot glanced up from her book. “Yep.”

“Don’tcha usually leave it rolled out over there?” Dash motioned to the opposite side of the table.

“Yep. I had to put it away.”

“How come?”

“I don’t fit in it anymore. I had to start sleeping on your couch. To be honest, it’s way comfier than the sleeping bag.”

“Oh,” replied Dash, a slight chill going up her spine. “Okay then. Just make sure you uh, don’t leave your blanket or pillows on it. In case I feel like sitting on it.”

“Sure thing!” Scootaloo smiled warmly, returning to her book, her foot bouncing a little beat against the couch as she read.

Rainbow Dash walked over to the kitchen slightly lost in thought. Over the past month or so Scootaloo had grown a foot taller. Not only that, but every couple of days she was putting on another couple pounds of muscle. It was a little alarming to her that Scootaloos physique was close to equaling her own. A smaller part of her already postulated that it was more than close. As Dash prepared her meal she felt another shiver run down her spine.

Just what would next month entail?