To say that Scootaloo was excited would be like saying an erupting volcano was a tad warm. She looked like she might vibrate right out of her stool in the middle of the treebrary. It was only through sheer force of will that she kept her seat in the seat. She was constantly chanting supporting mantras under her breath. “You can do this. It’s for her. This is what you’ve been waiting for.”

Sitting opposite the filly at the table, Twilight was looking over some paperwork. “It’s Scootaloo, right? Any nicknames I should be aware of?”

The filly’s guts tightened. They tightened so much it felt like she might spew her own intestines. Do I have a nickname? I don’t remember. If I do, but I just forgot, would Twilight know? Would that mean I failed the test? Molestia dammit! How could I go failing the test just for not knowing my own stupid nickname!? When she looked up, seeing Twilight’s expectant expression, she blurted the first words that came to mind. “Uh, no,” she replied evenly. Nailed it!

“Alright then.” Twilight went back to looking at her papers.

Scootaloo squinted her eyes at those stupid things. What was on them? Surely it was something about her, but what? What did Twilight know, and how would that be used against her?

“I spoke with your aunts to get most of the details. I understand your parents are away on an expedition?”

“Yeah huh. They, uh, document new species and stuff.”

Twilight nodded. “Interesting. I recommend bringing that up in conversation. According to my research, ponies are more likely to bond over shared interests. So having parents who adventure professionally will definitely earn you some points with Rainbow.”

“How many?” Scootaloo then began mentally screaming at herself for asking the stupidest possible question.

“Um, I’m not sure.” Twilight set the papers down and opened a few books. “That might have been inappropriate phrasing on my part. The points aren’t literal. They’re more of an abstract concept meant to denote an arbitrary measure of progress in a relationship.”

Scootaloo blinked. “Uh… wat?”

“Ugh, forget I said anything. Let’s start over. In this exercise, my goal is to help facilitate a bond between yourself and Rainbow Dash,” Twilight explained, channeling her inner scholar as her student stared back with rapt attention. “My reason for doing so is the working theory of a connection between the current bearers of the Elements of Debauchery and a particular group of four youngsters. Of these four, three were raised alongside their bearer counterparts, with two even having a blood relation. The fourth, being you, however, holds the weakest connection to your respective bearer, whom I believe to be Rainbow Dash.”

Scootaloo’s ears drooped a little, barely able to follow so many big words, but she kept her focus on the purple mare to let her know how serious she was.

“Is Trixie the only one who thinks it was a bad idea to let Twilight do this by herself?” the blue mare asked from the upstairs balcony.

“She is not. Spike is also concerned,” he agreed. The two were standing side-by-side and looking out over the edge like they were spectators awaiting the start of the big sports game.

“Must you two be so loud?” groused Twilight. “You’re contaminating the experiment.”

“How?”

“How? Are you serious? Do I need to repeat how the whole point of this is to facilitate a bond between Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash? Right now, this filly needs to keep her focus on the goal. That means no distractions from the peanut gallery.”

“Do we have peanuts?” Trixie asked. “Trixie will also take popcorn. She wants a treat while she watches the show.”

“This isn’t a show!” Twilight slammed her hoof down on the table. “This is a very important experiment that could potentially determine the fate of Equestria!”

“Aaa-nd experiment failed!” Spike declared.

Twilight scoffed. “And how, pray tell, did you reach that conclusion?”

Trixie pointed at the other end of the table. “Filly fainted.”

Sure enough, the orange pegasus had passed out right there on the table. She even had those little swirlies in her eyes to indicate that her condition was the result of stress and not mere tiredness.

“You can’t put that kind of pressure on a pony, Twilight,” Spike lectured. “Saying ‘the world’s gonna end if you don’t hook up’ doesn’t exactly make for a good hook up atmosphere.”

“Speak for yourself,” Trixie said, nibbling a protein bar she’d pulled from her secret stash. “Trixie has lured many a pony to bed with the promise that doing so was key to saving the world.”

“Seriously?” Spike deadpanned.

“Well, at least six. But Trixie always felt bad about taking advantage of the stupid as soon as she was done.”

“My point exactly,” Spike continued, pointing at Trixie. “This is what happens when you bring the fate of the world into things.”

“Trixie resembles that remark.”

“Alright, point made,” Twilight conceded.

“Now, Trixie feels even more insulted, but she’s not sure why.”

“So, if we’re going to mark experiment one as a failure, what do you propose for experiment two?”

Spike scratched under his chin. “From up here, if you take away all the science talk and fate-of-the-world stuff, it almost looked like this were some kind of job interview or marriage meeting.”

“Those were my reference models, yes.” Twilight held up a book. The title read ‘Etiquette in Spousal Arrangement’ with an illustration of what appeared to be two families on opposite sides of a table, seemingly deciding the fates of their youngest members.

“Also on the extreme side,” Spike continued. “I don’t think Rainbow even knows Scootaloo exists. It’s way too early to start talking about tying the knot.”

Twilight just scowled up at the pair. “I’m hearing a lot of criticism, but not much suggesting on how to improve things.”

“Trixie has a question,” she informed between bites.

Twilight rolled her eyes. “And what is that, Trixie?”

“You like Apple Jack, right?”

Twilight briefly tensed, only for her body to sway a little as her imagination ran wild with vivacious farm mares. The question did not deserve an answer.

“So why aren’t you married yet?”

Twilight snapped back to reality, blinking as though she’d just detected an offensive smell. “Well, I… That’s just… pssh,” she sputtered incoherently.

“Is it because you’re not sure if marriage is right for you just yet?” Spike asked, saving Twilight from herself.

“Yes. That!” Twilight pointed up at him. “That exactly. We’re fine with being really good fuck buddies. There’s no need to overcomplicate—” She went silent for exactly twenty seconds. “Oooooh, I see what you did there.”

“This is more fun than Trixie expected,” she whispered to her co-conspirator.

“So, what we’re dealing with,” Twilight reasoned, “is an irregular experiment, one where formulated and sterile conditions would actually be antithetical to the desired result.”

“Trixie recalls Twilight saying something about the social sciences,” offered the blue unicorn helpfully.

Twilight groaned in the unspeakable agony of having to resort to a methodology that, in all other circumstances, she’d dismiss as utter horse crap.

“Or,” Spike spoke up, “maybe we don’t need a structure at all. I like what you said about talking about Scootaloo’s adventuring parents. Maybe we – as in the three of us – work up a list of conversation starts and just let these two hang out on their own. Let them figure themselves out, ya know. That way, the bond’ll be more natural, like what you and Apple Jack have.”

“Hmm. The methodology seems sound, and I like your reasoning.”

“But?”

“But that kind of open-world setting is hardly conducive to note-taking,” Twilight explained. “Unless you expect me to just follow them around all day like a creepy stalker.”

“Trixie was actually expecting you to do that. Yes.”

“Maybe I can ask for Pinkie’s help? She’s good at gathering info without ponies realizing.” Just as Twilight finished her thought, a paper airplane glided past her nose and made a loop around her head. She snatched it with her magic, unfolded it, and read the note. “Sorry, Twi. I’m busy that day—plot-related stuff. As in, I’m due for a visit with my proctologist. Maybe next time. Sincerely, she who pinks beyond the walls.” Twilight’s neck swiveled. “Did either of you see where this came from?”

“Nope.”

“Trixie doesn’t feel safe.”

***

In the end, the team of would-be scholars and their pet Trixie decided that the best way to meet all of the parameters they’d set was to have someone else there. Twilight had offered to go with AJ to make it a double date, but had been talked out of it on the grounds that she tended to forget about boundaries when she was sciencing, and so was likely to spoil the mood. Trixie was also nominated to be paired with Gilda, but discarded after Twilight’s dissatisfaction at the former showmare’s ability to take proper notes. Additionally, Gilda had a bad case of resting bitch face most of the time, which ran the risk of intimidating Scootaloo into silence. Spike, already being Scootaloo’s friend and at about the same age, was the best option. He’d be there to give the filly emotional support as she faced off against her idol. The idea of giving him a partner was tossed around a little, but also discarded. Everyone knew what this was about, so the pretense of this being any kind of normal date was ultimately dismissed.

When all was said and done, they arranged for a little picnic in the park. Pinkie had already prepared them a basket before heading to her doctor, so that was eerily convenient. The weather was scheduled to be pleasant, with mild cloud cover to counter the slightly too warm sun. Spike, ever the helpful one, carried the basket and led the way over to a tree atop a hill. Scootaloo followed close behind like a duckling following her mom.

“You, uh, need help?” she asked as Spike began to unpack the basket.

“Sure. Keeping yourself busy is a good way to deal with nerves. Here.” He handed her the rolled-up red and white checkered blanket. “Find some rocks for the corners and set this up, will ya.”

“Sure thing.” Scootaloo zipped around the area and retrieved several suitably sized rocks. The task was small, but it still filled her with a sense of accomplishment. “What next?”

“Hmm.” Curiously, Spike extracted a dark blue double dildo from the basket and studied it intensely. “This is the weirdest cucumber I’ve ever seen.” He brought it close to his muzzle, sniffed, and even gave the end a lick. “Rubbery, which I guess means clean.”

Scootaloo giggled at how disappointed he sounded.

“Pretty big, too,” Spike observed, measuring one end against his fist. Straight-faced, he looked at the orange filly and asked, “Why would Pinkie pack such an unusual cucumber?”

“That’s, hehe, not a cucumber,” chortled the filly.

“It isn’t?” Spike looked back at the dildo and scratched the back of his neck. “Well, it’s probably not a banana. The color’s all wrong. Not to mention it’s so big.” He waved it around, causing the flexible ends to bounce about. “Seriously, this is like a misshapen grapefruit or something. How are you even supposed to fit this in your mouth?”

Scootaloo tried to raise her hoof, fully intent on explaining the deep mysteries behind the item, but she could not overcome her spasming giggle fits. And Spike, cruel and cold-blooded thing, left her to suffer.

“I just can’t figure it out,” he said while miming jerking the thing. “Pinkie might be a little random, but there’s still a kind of logic behind what she does.” Now he was spinning it like a baton. “Whatever this is, what use could it possibly be to a blank flank filly and a badass bitch on their not-date?”

The mention of the d-word broke Scootaloo of her laughing convulsions, bringing her back down into nervous apprehension.

“Aw, man. And you were doing so well, too,” bemoaned Spike. When the filly gave no response, he discarded the dildo, walked over, and plopped his little rump beside her. When she didn’t pull away, he scooted a bit closer and tried wrapping an arm around her. She flinched, and he pulled back, hands held up in surrender. “Okay, we’re cool. Boundaries respected.”

The filly managed a faint smile. “Th-thanks.”

“You probably shouldn’t thank me. After all, it’s not like Rainbow’ll do anything like that.”

Scootaloo’s smile grew wider and more hopeful. “You think so?”

Spike gave her his flattest of deadpan stares. “It’s almost a coin flip whether she’ll snatch you up and just wear you like a cock sleeve while she and I have the picnic date.” When Scootaloo started her nervouscited vibrating again, the drake gave her a befuddled look. “So you’d be fine with that?”

“W-with what?” she asked, coming back from that glorious mental image.

“With you being treated like a toy to use while I get all the attention.”

“She’d pay attention to me,” countered the filly defensively. “That’s what it means to fuck.”

“Maybe as equals, but Rainbow doesn’t usually do that. She’s less a dater and more a catch-and-release fisher.”

“Not if I don’t want to be released,” argued the underage pegasus, sounding less sure. “She kept that griffon. Maybe she’ll keep me.”

Spike looked up and around. Based on the sun’s position, they were a little early, but the speedster should still arrive pretty soon. Even knowing this, there was a question that begged to be answered. “At the risk of getting my butt rammed raw, I gotta ask. I know Rainbow’s great, but what—”

“Hey, guys!” greeted the timely speedster as she arrived in her trademark streak of rainbows. She hovered in place, striking a heroic pose as the trail faded behind her. Pushing out her chest caused her erect penis to flop as if waving hello. “You been waiting long?”

“I-I-I-I-I…”

While Scootaloo.exe rebooted, Spike waved nonchalantly. “Nah. Only a few minutes.”

“Cool.” Rainbow performed one last loop-de-loop before coming to a landing on the checkered blanket. She sat so that her penis was poking between her front legs with a cock-sure grin plastered across her face. “I’d hate to leave my fans hanging.”

Spike raised a hand. “For the record, I belong to team Rarity.”

“Oh, yeah? Then where’s your collar?”

“Okay, so maybe not belong, but I’m definitely on team Rarity.”

“Except if you don’t actually belong, then you’re still free to play the field, try things out, and come to realize that there’s only one real choice.” Holding her head high and hoof over her heart, a timely gust of wind blew her mane forward, creating a scene that would have been great for a movie poster.

Spike, with a self-righteous smirk, made his counter. “Molestia.”

The shattering of Rainbow’s ego held a very similar sound to that of broken glass. Coincidentally, a group of nearby ponies accidentally threw their hoof ball into someone’s window. “Well played, Spike,” Rainbow acknowledged respectfully. “Well played.” She then turned her gaze to the other shorty occupying the blanket. “So, uh, how long is this going to take?”

“I-I-I-I-I.”

“Uh, don’t know. This is kind of a first on my end. She’s got a thing about guys touching her, so I can’t really do my usual stuff.”

“Ugh, let me try.” Taking wing, Rainbow hovered over to the broken filly, regarded her a second, and then spun around as if to deliver a fearsome kick. Except instead of a hoof, what made contact with the filly was a veiny blue cock with a thunderous *Thwack!* sound.

Scootaloo blinked and looked around. “When did I get here?”

“Hey, there, squirt,” greeted Rainbow, leaning down and offering her hoof.

Bug-eyed, Scootaloo shrunk away from the hoof, shivering like a fuzzy maraca.

“What even is this?” Rainbow demanded impatiently. “Am I gonna have to keep dick-slapping her so we can talk?”

“I don’t know. Hmm. How about we try sustained physical contact?”

“Wha?”

“Just hold her hoof.”

With a roll of her eyes, Rainbow touched back down and grabbed the filly’s hoof. “Well, at least she stopped shaking. That’s a start, I guess.”

“It’s… um-m-m n-nice to m-m-meet you Rrrrrainbow.”

The speedster cracked a smile. “Alright then. That was almost a coherent sentence. Finally, making some real progress here.” She then turned to Spike. “Okay, can you go over this with me one more time? Something about the Elements means we gotta date?”

“Twi thinks that Scootaloo, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and I all have connections to the Element bearers, but the one you two have is on the flimsy side.” He gestured between the pegasi. “So Twi wants to see if building a bond, uh… makes something happen, I guess.”

“Uh-huh. And Twi isn’t here because…?”

“Because she might Twilight at Scootaloo so bad she pees herself.”

“Hey!” came an indignant shout from the bushes on the outskirts of the park.

Rainbow snickered. “Yeah. Should have guessed.” Finally, she returned her attention down to the filly. “So, squirt. I hear you’re a fan of mine.”

Scootaloo nodded so fast her neck hurt.

“Hey, I get it,” said Rainbow with a too-cool-for-school shrug. “All this,” gesturing down to herself, “can be a lot for anypony to take. Lucky for Ponyville that they don’t need to. I do all the taking for them.”

When Scootaloo took too long to reply, Spike grabbed a stick and poked her in the cheek.

“Y-you ssssure do,” she laughed nervously.

But alas, the awkward silence returned with a vengeance.

Spike, remembering his task as wingman, thought up something that might crack the ice a little. “Rarity sure is pretty, ya know.” The eyes of the mare and filly fell upon him, both confused by this non-sequitur. “Obviously, she’s super hot. She could easily pass for a professional model if she wanted. She’s also got this,” he giggled childishly, “style. It’s like it’s her personal mission to make everything around her beautiful. She can get pretty intense about it, but that’s also great. She’s got passion, looks, her own business, and did I mention how pretty she is?”

“You did,” Rainbow affirmed, still not sure where he was going with this.

“Heh-heh. Yeah.” Spike rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little embarrassed about confessing his feelings like this. “So that’s why I like Rarity.” He then turned to face Scootaloo. “What about you?”

“M-me!?”

“Yeah. Like I said, I’m team Rarity. Obviously, she’s the best. No other pony even compares.” He then hurriedly amended, “Except for Molestia, but I don’t think it’s fair to count her for something like this.” Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the blue mare and discretely winked.

Scootaloo blinked, incensed and face twisting into righteous fury. “Oh, please. Everypony with half a brain cell knows that Rainbow Dash is best pony.”

“Oh, yeah?” Spike planted his hands on his wide, feminine hips. “Prove it.”

Rainbow made an o-face, finally catching onto the drake’s plan.

Meanwhile, off in the bushes, Trixie was managing Twilight’s hydration by guiding the straw into her mouth. That’s when some thoughts presented themselves for sharing. “Damn, he’s good.”

Scootaloo scoffed. “Uh, because she’s Rainbow Dash. Doy! If you looked up ‘awesome’ in the dictionary, there is literally a picture of her right there. What, you want me to prove that the sun’s yellow, next?”

Spike rolled his eyes. “As if.”

“Oh, yeah?” Too focused on righting this terrible wrong, Scootaloo yanked her hoof free and marched over to the basket. She ignored the ‘cucumber’ and fished around until she extracted a book thicker than she was. It was a dictionary. Dropping it onto the blanket, it didn’t take her much flipping before she found the desired page and slapped it. “Ha! Read it and weep, dragon boy.”

Spike leaned over, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the speedster’s picture right next to the indicated word. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he said in muted awe.

Rainbow tried to keep her snickering in check, not wanting to draw the filly back into another stupor.

“This still doesn’t prove anything,” Spike countered. “I bet she just fucked the dictionary ponies until they gave in.”

Nail on the head, Rainbow thought proudly.

Scootaloo scoffed again. “Well, obviously. That just makes it more true, though. Rainbow Dash is the avatar of awesome. End of discussion.”

“No, not end of discussion.” Spike held out his poking stick. “What if I said that this was the stickest stick in the world? Brought in experts and evidence and everything to prove it, too. So what? It’d just be a super sticky stick.”

“What does that even mean?”

“My question exactly. Rainbow Dash is awesome. Fine. Cool. Whatever. What does that mean, though?”

“Ugh, doy. It means she’s the best.”

“Best what, though? Best flyer? Maybe. Strongest? I think AJ has a thing or two to say. Best at rough loving? Have you even met Rarity?”

“She’s just the best, okay!” Scootaloo shouted. “The way she shoots through the air, it’s like she’s transcending equanity to become something more. You think Rarity’s beautiful? When Rainbow gets going, she doesn’t just make rainbows. It’s like she invents whole new colors, and then she weaves them together like she’s sky painting. It only lasts a few seconds, but I still see it. Other ponies might not care, but I always look. I see what the greatest pegasus can do with…” The filly trailed off, her passion fizzling as she turned a dower expression on the teeny tiny appendages on her sides. “With real pegasus wings.”

“Bullshit.”

Both youngsters snapped to face she, who had cut their solemn moment short.

“You heard me. I said that was bullshit,” repeated Rainbow with a glower leveled on the filly. “You all that talk about seeing me, and you think I haven’t seen you?”

Spike said nothing, but held his position in case he was needed. For now, he’d wait and see how Rainbow handled things.

Scootaloo’s jaw was flapping, but the words weren’t forthcoming. Rainbow Dash being upset with her had caused her brain to break down again.

“Well, I do. I’ve seen you zipping around on that scooter of yours. You’ve got some pretty sick moves on ya. More so, at a fraction of my age, you’re the only pony in town that even tries to keep up with me.”

“B-but I can never—” Scootaloo started to say, started to explain how pitiful her moves were compared to that which she aspired to imitate, only to get a blue hoof shot threateningly close to her face.

“Did I say you can interrupt me, bitch?”

Scootaloo shook her head vehemently.

“Good. So, when I say you’ve got some sick moves, you’ve got sick moves. Got it?” growled the speedster.

The filly switched to nodding, wondering in the back of her mind if she was going to have neck problems later.

“Right. And don’t let me ever hear you talking bad about my fan again. My fans are my bitches, my crew, and no pony; I mean no pony talks smack about my bitches without answering to me.”

“Y-your fan?” squeaked the filly.

“Uh doy! You, dumbass.” Going with the flow of her instincts, Rainbow pushed Scootaloo onto her back, planted her hooves to either side as she towered over, and dropped her body down. The filly was winded by the sudden weight, but not crushed. The firm muscle of Rainbow’s cock was sandwiched between their two bodies, the head mere inches from Scootaloo’s face and twitching like it planned on eating her. It was hard for the filly to tear her eyes away from that mesmerizing slit, but the look in the speedster’s ruby red orbs demanded her attention more.

“You’re still a blank flank, so it’s okay if you’ve got room to improve. But I can tell you’ve got a lot of skill just waiting to be honed into something awesome. Well, not awesome like me,” she amended, losing some of her intensity. “Awesome in more of a,” she turned her hoof as she thought, “Scootaloo way.”

At the mention of her name by her idol, Scootaloo felt every muscle in her body tense. “I think I just came,” she blurted without thinking.

“Yeah, I can tell,” snickered Rainbow as she looked back, feeling the wetness against her balls. “Point is you’re a pretty cool filly, squirt. Who cares how big your wings are? Based on what I’ve seen, you seem to make them work just fine on that scooter of yours.” Rainbow ignored the second spray of filly juices against her scrotum. “More than that, you’re a fan. So if I hear you talking shit about any of my fans, I’m not letting you walk away.”

Scootaloo was only vaguely aware of Rainbow’s words after her second orgasm in under a minute. Her mind was awash with happy feelings, the likes of which drug dealers could only dream of selling. Her face must have reflected as much, because Rainbow got angry again.

“Don’t you ignore me, bitch,” she snapped, jostling the filly back to lucidity. “You think I’m joking? Well, let me tell you something. If I ever catch you bad-mouthing my fans and making them feel like shit, you really won’t be able to walk away. By the time I’m done, you won’t even be able to think. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be nothing but a sniveling, drooling, gaping mess that doesn’t know anything but how to get me off. Got me?”

Spike, having politely held his tongue for some time, could no longer hold back his smart mouth. “Was that supposed to be a threat or a dare?”

Rainbow snapped up to look at him, her expression initially confused. Then she thought on what she’d said and to whom she’d said it to. “Oh, I guess, uh, maybe both?” She smiled sheepishly as she contemplated her mistake. “Look, I’m not big on this mushy stuff. Usually, I just like to fuck and get on with my day.”

“C-can we?” Scootaloo squeaked, whimpering like a kicked puppy. “C-can we do that? I’d love it if you fucked me.”

Rainbow sat up, releasing the filly, but still keeping her balls planted atop the orange pegasus’ undeveloped nubs, making it almost look like they were sharing a cock. “Hmm. I don’t know,” she teased, hoof to her chin. “Is that really what you want?”

Scootaloo was about to nod again, but was suddenly stricken with second thoughts. “N-no,” she admitted, feeling ashamed of herself. “I… I want… more.”

“More how?” Rainbow questioned.

“I want-I want what you and Gilda have.” She sat up as best she could. “I want to be yours, to wear a collar with your cutie mark, to—” She was silenced with a blue hoof to her muzzle.

“How about we just start with the fucking and see where it goes from there, aye, squirt?”

Spike cleared his throat and gestured to the picnic basket. “Maybe you want to fuel up, first?”

“Good idea,” Rainbow crowed, finally standing up. “Just one thing.” She turned and leveled a serious gaze on Scootaloo. “You trust me, right squirt?”

“I do.”

“You want to devote yourself to me?”

“More than anything.”

Rainbow grinned. “In that case, you can start by giving Spike what he’s owed.” Both youngsters stared at her in confusion, much to blue fast’s annoyance. “He was your wingpony, here to back you up and help you score. I’d say he didn’t do half bad. So, what do you think you should do to thank him?”

Scootaloo turned wide eyes on the drake awkwardly holding a sandwich.

“You got skills, squirt,” whispered the mare into the filly’s ear. “But you still got a ways to go. If you want me to own you, how ‘bout you show me what I’m getting into?”

“Hey, not cool,” griped Spike. “You can’t force her to do something she’s not comfortable with.”

“Uh, I absolutely can,” Rainbow stated matter-of-factly.

“… Okay, but you shouldn’t.”

“Why? You don’t like sucking off Fluttershy’s animals, but I’ve seen you do it every time she asks.” When Spike was too stunned to retort, Rainbow continued. “You got your hang-ups, but you muscle through them to help the ponies you care for.” She looked down at Scootaloo while pointing at the drake. “Any pony in my crew needs to be at least that awesome. Ya hear me?”

Rather than giving a conventional answer, Scootaloo punched herself in the face, screamed, dove for the basket, and whipped out a bottle of hard cider, which she proceeded to chug.

“Okay. Pretty good start,” Rainbow chuckled. “So, how about Spike and I have ourselves a little spit roast. You use your mouth to show him just how grateful you are, and I’ll use—” Before blue fast could finish, orange almost-as-fast zipped across the blanket, knelt in front of Spike, and spanked her waving rump demandingly in Rainbow’s direction.

“Ain’t got all day, sister!”

“Oh-ho-ho. Now we’re talking,” growled Rainbow excitedly as she stalked over. “I can’t even remember the last time a pony so young actually tried challenging me.” She brushed the purple tail aside to get a better look at the orange rump she’d be ravaging. “Hmm, lean, but a little too underfed. More like a starving model than an athlete,” she appraised. “Anypony in my crew also needs to eat healthily, ya know.”

Scootaloo nodded, impatiently absorbing all the wisdom that her idol had to offer, all while biting her lip and whimpering needfully.

With a smirk, Rainbow set her hoof on the back of the filly’s head and pushed her down. She stopped only when the filly finally looked forward. Apparently, Spike’s cock had heard that it was about to get a blowjob from a filly and had come out to meet her.

“Just say the word,” Spike whispered. His hands were shaking with the desire to grab the filly’s head and start face-fucking her, but he resisted. “If you don’t want this, I’ll-yipe!” He squeaked after a tiny hoof grabbed the base of his groin. How hooves grabbed things had always fascinated him. He understood it, like he understood light refraction and why certain things were certain colors, but it still intrigued him. In particular, he held a deep interest as to how a hoof could grip his sensitive parts so tightly.

“Oy!” Rainbow whacked the back of Scootaloo’s head. “Easy, dumbass. You’re supposed to be thanking him, remember.”

“S-sorry,” whispered the filly, loosening her grip.

Rainbow rolled her eyes. “Alright, Spike. This filly clearly has a lot to learn about pleasing cocks, so we’re going to put her through the school of hard knocks; ya follow me?”

“I might,” Spike said with a toothy grin, feeling far less reserved as he placed his claws on the filly’s head. He angled her muzzle toward his cock, and watched her go wide-eyed, which gave him a toothy smirk. He didn’t go any farther, though. He just held her so that she could look at nothing else, and waited for her to make the next move.

Scootaloo’s mouth watered. She’d never been this close to a cock before, always having steered clear as much as possible. However, at this range, she was practically breathing it in. It stank, but it also compelled her attention. Spike’s dick, in particular, had such a unique shape, too. Her jaw dropped as she couldn’t help but imagine the taste. Then Scootaloo let out a shrill whine when she felt another, much larger slab of meat drop onto her butt. It could only have been Rainbow’s, yet it seemed even bigger than before. Despite being erect, the tremendous shaft flopped onto her back as if to appraise her body. It might have just been her imagination, but that thing looked almost as long as she was. Could she even take all that inside her?

“Quit dawdling, squirt,” RD said, more gently than before. Her voice was an uncharacteristically soft, encouraging coo as she hot-dogged her meat between Scootaloo’s buns. “Show me what you got. Show me that you’re an awesome little mare who can take on anything, even dragon dick.”

Nodding, Scootaloo decided that she might as well rip this bandage off, so she closed her eyes, opened wide, and shoved her mouth onto Spike’s pink spike. She’d braced herself for something nasty, and was not disappointed. It tasted like a gym towel drenched in a dude’s workout sweat. Her tongue licked the underside and made Spike shudder. She liked that reaction, so she did it again, but along a different area. Spike’s spike was still nasty, but the more she tasted, the more she liked it.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Spike grunted. Scootaloo’s mouth was pleasantly warm and wet, but her mouth work was notably inexperienced. Still, he didn’t want to discourage her. “Swirl your tongue around the tip. Pretend it’s a clit. Nnngh, yeah, like that. Whoa, you’re not bad.”

“Not bad,” RD whispered into Scootaloo’s ear. “This dragon’s had his cock in all kinds of mares’ mouths. Even I’ve sucked him off a few times, cuz he deserved it. So, when he says that you aren’t bad, that’s pretty impressive.” She emphasized with a spank to Scootaloo’s flank.

“Okay, now we’re talking!” Spike chuckled as Scootaloo picked up the pace. “Sh-she’s a little sloppy, but damn, if she isn’t eager.” He bit his bottom lip and hissed when she started moving her head. “Shit, she’s a fast learner, too.”

“Good fillies deserve treats,” Rainbow said as she reared back, dragging her shaft along the filly’s back.

Scootaloo braced herself. She’d only had tongues, toys, and hooves back there before now. As much as she craved Rainbow’s cock, she couldn’t deny her apprehension at taking something so huge. She vowed to take it all, even if it hurt, cuz that’s what awesome ponies did. However, that apprehension slowly morphed to confusion when Rainbow didn’t slam her cock inside. Instead, the mare grabbed the filly’s bottom and lowered her to the ground before flipping said filly on her side.

“By the sound of it, you had a thing for me long before I got this sweet upgrade,” Rainbow remarked as she got onto her back. Then, with her cock pointed high in the sky, she maneuvered the filly’s hips so that her small orange legs went over and under the larger blue ones. Rainbow beamed when she spied Scootaloo’s wide-eyed realization. “That’s right, short stuff. I’m giving you a taste of Rainbow-classic.”

Scootaloo screamed around her mouthful when she felt her pussy lips being kissed by Rainbow’s vulva. It was like lightning had shot through her tiny body. Each breath caused the mare and filly to move just a little, resulting in friction that kept the jolts coming. Rainbow’s heavy balls still weighed down on her little flank, but this was her pussy. Rainbow Dash’s pussy was pressed to hers! Scootaloo screamed for joy in her mind, even while her mouth was still occupied. This was a dream come true. If anypony tried to wake her up, it’d be the last thing they ever did.

“There, you’re getting it,” RD praised as she started gyrating her hips against the filly. Her cock bobbed as she leaned up on her elbows to increase the pressure. “Ah, fuck, squirt. Don’t just lie there. Shake that ass.”

Waking from her pleasured stupor, Scootaloo complied. While Spike kept her mouth on his shaft, she focused on mirroring Rainbow’s motions. She rubbed her dainty little fillyhood against Rainbow’s larger and hungrier lips. Their pussies interlocked and squished around each other. Scootaloo’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. Each time their pussies winked, it felt like her little vagina was being eaten out. At the same time, Rainbow’s heavy balls rested atop the little filly’s muff as the giant cock bobbed around. Scootaloo had only slightly more exposure to balls than cocks, but she still loved how the sack weighed down and wholly eclipsed her pubic area. Although, it was a little annoying not getting a clear view of Rainbow’s blissed-out face over that monster cock.

“That’s it, filly. Work those hips. Roll them like you’re dancing. Yeah, there ya go,” Rainbow praised as Scootaloo started rolling her hips. She grabbed her junior’s legs and pulled their taints in tight while also using this new leverage for rougher fucking. Even in Rainbow’s control, Scootaloo never stopped trying to move on her own, and she never neglected Spike. “Shit, dude. This little slut has some real spunk,” she said to the drake.

“Tell me about it,” Spike panted as he face-fucked her. Then, he shifted to the side to allow her to watch Rainbow out of the corner of her eye. However, he wasn’t about to let her go before he filled her with some actual spunk. “She’s great at multitasking. I’d bet she’d know how to use her hooves if you sat on her face.”

“Ha, only one way to find out,” Rainbow growled as she tightened her grip on the filly’s legs. Catching Scootaloo’s entranced eye, Rainbow smirked. “Hey, let’s give her something special to watch.” Blue fast leaned forward until she snared Spike’s lips with her own. The drake was surprised at first, but quickly adapted to the older mare dominating his smaller mouth. It was cute how his tongue battled hers for dominance. However, Rainbow kept checking on the filly of the hour. Somehow, Scootaloo went even more bug-eyed.

As best she could, Scootaloo clenched around Rainbow’s marehood. Rainbow Dash, her idol, was doing more than merely dominating her. Oh, no, this was full-blown teasing cuck play. Rainbow was using Scootaloo’s crush to mock her. That’s why they were sharing with Spike. As their pussies squished, the horse cock flopped, and lips smacked, Rainbow issued a challenge to her fan. Scootaloo read it in her smile. It said that the little pegasus wasn’t good enough for the Rainbow Dash; that such an awesome mare needed and deserved a whole bunch of lovers to be satisfied. However, beneath the bravado, there was also an invitation to join as one of them.

Scootaloo’s heart soared upon this realization. Her back arched as she came, and sticky filly juices sprayed out where the two cunts met. Sensing this, Spike stopped holding back and let himself release into her mouth. She gagged at first, but instinct quickly took over and compelled her to start gulping his seed. As the first guy to cum in her mouth, he hoped that she liked his flavor. By contrast, Rainbow was slightly less considerate as she broke the kiss with Spike.

“You fucking cunt! How dare you cum before me. Oh, I’m gonna show you.” Rainbow pulled Scootaloo off of Spike’s prick with a wet pop. The interruption caused the filly to cough up large wads of spit and spunk, which the older mare at least had the decency to wait out. However, as soon as Scootaloo’s airway had cleared, the speedster pulled the filly into a new position. Now, Scootaloo’s hind legs were pushed up against her chest while their vulvas continued kissing. Rainbow effectively sat on Scootaloo’s hindquarters and bore down on the filly with a domineering snarl. “Don’t cum until I say.”

Barely aware of what was happening around her, Scootaloo felt her head nod to an order she barely understood. Before she knew it, her idol started slapping their hips together. As if bouncing on an imaginary cock, Rainbow’s hips repeatedly and brutally collided against Scootaloo’s tender backside. Then, blue fast changed things up by alternating to different levels of grinding.

“Haa! Huuun!” Scootaloo cried as Rainbow’s powerful friction overwhelmed her young lover’s pussy. *Fwap! Fwap! Slip! Smack!* It was almost too much, and the filly’s sensitive slit couldn’t hold out much longer. However, Rainbow Dash would not be felled so easily, so Scootaloo couldn’t afford to do less. She tried to distract herself with less sexy thoughts, which wasn’t easy. Not only did she have Rainbow’s hips smashing against hers, but that damnable blue cock kept smacking her in the snoot. Each blow filled the filly’s lungs with Rainbow’s heavenly musk, but it still hurt.

Indignant, Scootaloo read her idol’s movements. Dick slaps followed hip smacks. Then, timing things just right, Scootaloo wrapped her forelegs around the slab of mare meat. The smooth skin was invitingly warm to the touch and pulsed with life. This was Rainbow’s heartbeat. Scootaloo wrapped all four legs around the cock and squeezed, never wanting to let it go. Also, the broad cock head was at the perfect level near the filly’s face. Staring into the slit drooling white pre, Scootaloo sealed her lips over the tip and scooped her tongue into the urethra.

All the while, Rainbow never ceased her pelvic assault. Each move the filly made caused Rainbow’s wild and manic grin to broaden. Under such a brutal onslaught of sexual prowess, even adults would have trouble keeping their wits, but this filly was actually keeping pace, if only barely. “Holy fuck, this filly is awesome!”

Spike, who’d been catching his breath off to the side, let out a defeated sigh. “So much for that plan.”

Scootaloo came before the drake finished his sentence. Her body tensed, and she squeezed the mammoth cock like it was the only thing keeping her from floating away. Orgasmic bliss washed through her body, followed by a bonus blast of futa jizz. Her small mouth couldn’t hold it all, so globs of white erupted out around her lips while she desperately tried to choke down as much as she could. At the same time, another explosion of cum rippled over her crotch. For almost a minute, Scootaloo was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she was effectively brain dead, save for ‘awesome,’ which repeated nonstop in her head.

“Heh, not bad, cunt face,” Rainbow exhaled as the last ropes of jizz splattered Scootaloo’s face and painted her orange fur white. “You didn’t do what I told you,”—she felt the filly tense—“but you did better than I thought.”

“You called her awesome. That’s what did it,” Spike pointed out.

“Yeah, I guess it did. Are you the sort of filly who gets off being called awesome? Cuz I can relate,” Rainbow chuckled as Scootaloo finally released her shrinking cock. “You’ve got room to improve, squirt, but I don’t mind lending ya a helping hoof now and then. You’ve shown you at least have the nerve to become my bitch, which is the most important part.” Rainbow climbed to her hooves, which seemed unusually wobbly. “Whoa, ha-ha, looks like you made me cum harder than I expected. Even better.” Her flapping wings brought her up to hover, which was naturally steadier than her legs. From here, she got a clear view of the freshly fucked filly who was only barely conscious. Her pussy was a mix of fluids, her fur was matted from sweat, and her face was almost fully concealed under the facial. “That’s a good look for you, squirt. When you’re feeling better, we’ll see about doing this again.” Not in the mood to linger on sappiness, Rainbow took off into the clouds, leaving a streak of rainbow trailing behind. At some point, she’d need to find Gilda and tell her about an unusually awesome filly.

Spike shielded the sun from his eyes as he watched Rainbow disappear. “Well, now that she’s fucked off, what do I do with you?” He walked over to Scootaloo and knelt by her side. “You still breathing?” he asked while rubbing her chest. “Okay, good. You’re just in the afterglow from an especially awesome orgasm. Lucky,” he chuckled. Since it might be considered rude and irresponsible not to take advantage of a filly in this state, Spike decided to lick some of Rainbow’s cum from her nose and eyes. She still couldn’t see, but at least he got a syrupy sweet treat while helping her breathe. “Well, since Twilight would have a conniption if I left you out here for the crows, I guess I’ll take you back to her place to rest up.” He scooped his claws under her back and threw her little body over his shoulder. Unsurprisingly, the little pegasus didn’t weigh much. With his haul secured, Spike began the short march back to the Treebrary, groping the little filly’s butt the whole way. “I think Twilight’ll call this a successful experiment.”

Author's Note

Alright, so that concludes this interlude. Following up on Twilight’s theory that the CMC might have a lesser but parallel destiny to the Mane Six, I wrote this little date to expand on the bond between Rainbow and Scootaloo, which is relatively weak at this time in the canon. The speedster hasn’t even noticed her fan at this point in the show, so this new Twilight impatiently tries to force things. I’d say things turned out pretty well with Rainbow at least acknowledging that Scootaloo is worth her time. I’ll try to play around with that some more, but the CMC don’t have much screen time in the first season, so we’ll see what happens. Also, while writing Trixie and Spike in the opener, it felt like I was channeling Waldorf and Statler in how they critique things from afar. That’s a fun dynamic that I hope to revisit.

Also, as a reminder, these chapters aren’t necessarily written in order. I might stall in writing one, only to come back to it and finish a year later. So, if you notice any tonal inconsistencies, that’s probably the reason. Sorry, but there’s not much I can do to fix that. In this case, I’d started this over a year ago, and only just now decided to finish it and arrange it following the CMC’s formation.

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