Scootaloo darted away from the treehouse as fast as she could. Fighting back tears, she headed down the path and back to the small exhibition grounds that had been set up on the outskirts of town.
She’d never been so mad at Dash before. Scootaloo couldn’t believe how patronizing the mare had been to her. She might idolize the Pegasus, but she sometimes forgot just how stubborn Dash could be. Scootaloo had always felt she wasn’t going to be able to follow in her hoofsteps. Why couldn’t Dash see that?
Furrowing her brow slightly, she blinked away tears, finding herself growing angrier as she thought about it.
I’ll never be what she wants me to be anyways, she thought. Why does she care what I do?
She had already made her mind up. Any thoughts of joining the Wonderbolts, or even anything related to flying, were almost out of the question. She’d find her own way forward, without Dash. Even if she hadn’t officially washed out, she felt a strong kinship with the Washouts. She’d already ruled out what Dash had planned for her at any rate. That’s all that mattered.
Feeling her mind start to clear up as she ran, she spotted the tasseled tents in the distance. She trotted down the hill, feeling strangely focused suddenly.
They have to take me!, she thought.
If she didn’t qualify as a wash out, she didn’t know who would. She was a Pegasus that couldn’t fly, after all.
As she entered the grounds, Scootaloo noticed how deserted the arena was after the shows had finished for the day. She spotted a familiar purple pony relaxing after packing up some of the stage props, leisurely taking a deep drink from her mug as she leaned against a large sawblade prop from the show.
Hearing the filly approach, the mare waved a hoof over her shoulder dismissively. “No more autographs today kid, okay?”
Finding it difficult to find any words in front of the show pony, Scootaloo just stood there awkwardly, hoofing at the ground. Rolling Thunder finally glanced over at her, her face already flushed from the drink.
“Oh hey. It’s the little squirt from before with friends in high places. What in Equestria did you want?” She asked, moving towards the young pony.
“I…um…” Scootaloo stammered, finding her confidence quickly fade under Thunder’s gaze. She remembered what the mare had done earlier at the show. She knew she wasn’t even close to that. She was just a pint sized Pegasus that couldn’t fly.
“C’mon kid. You came back here for something. What’s up?”
“I thought…maybe you could use some help?” Scootaloo finally managed to say, stumbling on her words as she tried to appeal to the other pony.
The mare just laughed loudly at her.
“Help? And what are you going to do with those little chicken wings of yours? Fan me off after a show?” Thunder said, strutting around the filly. She took another deep drink from her mug, licking foam from her muzzle as she held the cup carefully with a wing.
Trying to steel herself, Scootaloo looked back up at the other pony, looking into her beaming purple eyes. “Just cause I can’t fly yet, that doesn’t mean I can’t do anything!”
The other mare just looked back at her, a bemused look on her face.
“I’m a washout too!” Scootaloo insisted. “There’s no place for me around here. I’ll come with you and do whatever you need!”
“Hah! Washout from what? You need to be able to fly to wash out from anything. And you can’t even get an inch off the ground.” Thunder said, laughing. She reached out with a hoof, poking at Scootaloo’s small wings. The filly bristled at the contact, fluffing her feathers up to make her wings look bigger. This only made the other mare snort with amusement.
“Yo! Dust! Get out here!”
Scootaloo whipped her head around to the nearby tent, watching Lightning Dust walk out as she flipped a tent flap casually away with a wing. The pony was puffing on a small, hoof rolled cigarette, glancing over at the filly instantly as she walked out. A grin quickly spread over her face as she saw Scootaloo.
“This foal wants to join the team.” Thunder snickered, ruffling Scootaloo’s mane with a hoof as she laughed.
Smirking at Scoot, Dust trotted over, casually holding her joint with her wing as she looked at the young pony. “Kind of puny, isn’t she?”
“Don’t think she can fly yet.” Thunder said, chuckling. She reached a hoof under Scootaloo’s wing, stretching it out. The filly reflexively pulled it back, blushing at the intrusion.
“Thought you were Dash’s little pet.” Lightning Dust said, walking over to the pony. She reached out with her wing, running it along Scootaloo’s back. She touched the pony’s wings, stroking back along her flank, until she flipped her tail casually with her wingtip.
Scootaloo was nearly petrified under all the attention. She tried to stand up as tall as she could, puffing her body and wings up.
“I can still help you even if I can’t fly!” Scootaloo blurted out as the other mare stood next to her. She looked up at Dust, meeting her gaze with pleading eyes. “It never stopped me before. Let me show you what I can do!”
Lightning Dust looked back at the filly for a moment, before laughing to herself as she walked over to a nearby bench. She took another long pull on her joint as she sat down, letting Thunder bring over a mug of spiked cider for her. She took a deep drink, instantly feeling the warmth through her body as her muzzle flushed a deep red.
“Alright kid. Come over here and have a seat.” She said softly, motioning next to her with a wing. The filly trotted over eagerly, sitting down next to her. Dust handed her the mug of cider, motioning for her to drink. Hesitantly, the filly took the glass with her hoof, bringing the frothing beverage to her muzzle. She pulled a large mouthful from the glass, instantly feeling the soft burn from the liquor as it hit her throat. The filly gulped down the beverage, feeling a warmth radiate from her chest.
“We don’t usually let foals join the team. Liability and all that. Especially since you can’t fly” Dust said, taking the mug back from Scoots. She took another long pull from it.
“I’m not a foal!” Scootaloo replied.
Lightning Dust looked back at her with a smirk. “Sorry, sorry! You got your little mark, didn’t you? I shouldn’t have said that.”
Rolling Thunder chuckled to herself as she trotted over to pull the joint from Dust’s wing. She took a long pull from it, expertly blowing the smoke out in a large ring.
As she passed it back to Dust, the mare took it in her wing, offering it to Scootaloo. Not wanting to upset her, she took it, holding it gingerly in her wingtip.
“Relax kid. It’s just whisperweed. It aint going to kill you.” Thunder said.
Scootaloo glanced back to Dust, finding the mare looking at her intently. Her mind already felt slightly clouded as the liquor from earlier coursed through her. She found her wing moving on its own accord, bringing the joint to her muzzle. She could feel the waning heat as she pursed her lips, inhaling the smoke deeply inside her. Her whole body felt warm and alive as she held the smoke inside, slowly blowing it out, coughing slightly as the burn radiated through her chest. The filly felt her whole body relax as the warmth of the drug spread through her.
“Kid’s got some stones on her.” Rolling Thunder said, grinning.
Lightning Dust reached over, taking the smoldering cigarette from Scootaloo. She took another long drag, before tossing the butt to the ground as she felt the burning cherry touch her wingtip.
“Well she’s right, even if she wasn’t a real Wonderbolt cadet, she definitely qualifies as a washout.” Dust said, running her wing against Scootaloo’s side. She traced along her tucked in wing, feeling the filly shy away from her touch. She let her wing gather around Scoot’s plot, curling around her haunches. “Can’t imagine what Dash is going to think if you joined up.”
“Even if she can’t fly, I think we can find a place for her. Been a while since we had some new blood around here.” Dust continued, pulling the filly closer to her side. Scootaloo drooped against the mare, feeling herself grow heavy. She felt as if she was falling away from her body, shaking her head slightly to focus herself.
“You are such a freak, Dust.” Thunder snorted, taking a seat on the nearby bench. She took another long pull from her mug. “Don’t let me stop you. Just don’t get us in trouble with the guards again.”
“Hah! As if!” Dust laughed, moving to her hooves. She reached out her wing, guiding Scootaloo along with her. The filly found herself having to focus carefully on her hooves as she walked, placing them deliberately on the ground. Even the touch of the dirt on her hooves felt different as she followed Dust to her tent.
Drawing a flap aside, Dust allowed both of them to enter before covering the opening behind them. Blinking after coming from the sunny day, Scootaloo slowly adjusted to the inside, surprised as she saw a fully furnished bedroom set up. The inside of the tent defied its exterior, containing a large stuffed mattress, topped with hastily placed white sheets and pillows. Some sort of enchanted lights floated dutifully along the ceiling, casting warm glows along the sparse furniture in the room.
Dust walked over to a nearby dresser, unzipping her flight suit. Carefully peeling the spandex garment from her body, she shimmied out of the garment, kicking her legs slightly as she pulled it off her plot. As her tail caught in the fabric, Scootaloo found herself blushing slightly as she stared at Dust’s exposed plot. The flier smirked at the filly as she swished her tail back into place, hiding herself once more. Her coat clung tightly to her body, matted down with sweat from her performance. She flicked her head slightly to try to fluff out her mane, keeping it from clinging to her neck.
“You like the uniform, don’t you?” Dust said softly, draping her own over a nearby chair. Scootaloo could only nod back, trying vainly to hold her wings against her side as they threatened to extend on their own.
“You want to try one on?” Dust asked.
Scootaloo nodded eagerly. Buck yeah she wanted to try one on.
Dust busied herself in the bottom drawer of her dresser. “Been a while since we had such a scrawny little thing around here.”
Lightning Dust finally fished out a small suit from the bottom of her drawer. She held it in front of her muzzle, examining it.
“This should work.” She finally said, trotting over to Scootaloo. “Used to belong to another filly we had around here.”
“You had somepony else here before me?” Scootaloo asked.
“Yeah. Another small fry. She could fly, though.” Dust said with a smile, ruffling Scootaloo’s mane. “Can’t remember where she got off to.”
“Here.” Dust said, as she held out the uniform for Scoots. “It’s going to be a bit tight.”
The filly reached out a leg, finding her balance carefully. She could feel the haze on her mind as she tried to put her hooves into the uniform, feeling the stretchy fabric grip her leg as it slid onto her. The fit was tight as Dust guided the uniform up her flanks, pulling the fabric tightly over her plot. Scootaloo felt a shudder through her body as Dust toyed with her tail, grazing her marehood as she attempted to pull the magenta bundle of fur through the tailhole of the suit.
Scootaloo felt a tingle of excitement through her spine as the spandex finally seated against her haunches, gripping her nethers tightly. Combined with the effects of the whisperweed, the filly felt her heart almost catch in her throat as her body shuddered against the sensation. A warm pulse emanated from her thighs, as she felt the tactile sensation of the spandex as Dust started pulling the rest of the suit over her body. Yanking the front hooves of the suit over the small pony’s own, Dust finally secured the tight flight suit.
“Real nice…” Lightning Dust said softly, rubbing her hoof along Scootaloo’s back. She carefully adjusted the uniform around the small pony’s wings, massaging the downy tufts near her back. She could feel the filly arch her back up instinctively, flexing her wings at the touch of Dust’s hoof.
“Do you think I could even be in the show?” Scootaloo asked excitedly.
Dust continued tracing her hoof along Scootaloo’s side, sliding easily along the spandex as she felt the filly’s toned haunches.
“All that walking has its benefits…” Dust whispered. Scootaloo pricked her ears up, but had missed what the pony had said.
Moving around her flank, Dust carefully adjusted Scoot’s tail in the suit, gently moving the fabric around to accommodate it. Pulling the fabric tighter around her nethers, Scootaloo shifted her rear hooves slightly as the uniform rubbed against her, pushing inside her slit. Dust grinned slightly as the other pony opened her thighs slightly, pushing Scootaloo’s tail to the side with her hoof as she adjusted the suit. She could make out all of her assets, clearly outlined in skin tight black.
“We can find something for you around here.” Dust said, strutting around to face the filly. She moved her muzzle in close, staring into the filly’s eyes. “It just depends on how much risk you’re willing to take.”
Dust surprised the young tomboy as she suddenly leaned forward, pressing her muzzle against hers. The mare could feel her breathe in quickly as she gasped, pulling back slightly, but still allowing the other pony to hold against her. Lightning Dust moved against Scoot, feeling her heat as she rubbed her muzzle against the filly’s.
Scootaloo’s breath caught in her throat at the sudden touch, eyes wide as she stared back into Dust’s eyes. Her face blushed a shade of crimson as the mare nuzzled against her, making her whole body resonate with warmth as the whisperweed flowed through her. She could feel an electric tingle through her spine as her nethers twitched. Shifting her legs slightly, the suit pulled along her marehood, making Scootaloo push up against Dust, her hot breath ruffling the mare’s chest fluff.
Grinning, Lightning Dust reached out, blowing into Scootaloo’s ear. She flicked it reflexively, before the mare started gently kissing and nibbling the soft velvet. She could feel Scoot bury her head into her neck as she continued from her ear, moving back slightly so she could look into her eyes again.
“M…Miss Dust?” Scootaloo whispered back. She could feel her inhibitions fading, her mind still feeling foggy and euphoric. The sensations through her body made her only want to stay with Dust longer.
“Miss huh? Real cute.” Lightning Dust chuckled, walking along Scootaloo’s side. Scoot flinched as she felt Dust’s wingtip on her sex, gently pushing the thin fabric inside her lips. The pony smiled to herself as she felt the already soaked suit, making Scoot’s tail reflexively lift as she slowly masturbated the filly with her wing.
“Have you ever been with another pony, Scootaloo?” Dust whispered.
The filly could only glance over at her, nodding her head. Her muzzle already hung partially open as the young pony panted, feeling the sensations from Dust’s wing massage. She had touched herself before, but the skilled touch of the veteran flier, amplified by the weed, made the pleasure flow through her body like an electric current.
Smiling back at Scoot, Dust felt her clit wink against her wingtip, gushing a small amount of marecum through the spandex. The filly thrust her plot up in the air slightly, audibly sighing as her brain was overcome with sensation. Her heaviness fell away as she suddenly felt lighter, her whole body twitching. Her small wings flared out stiffly, as she dropped to her knees on her front hooves, keeping her rump high in the air.
Dust quickly rubbed the winking clit with her wing, pressing through the fabric easily and directly stimulating Scoot. Almost immediately, the filly started thrashing her haunches in the air, bucking back against the air as she came. Scoot’s mind blanked, her whole body tensing as the massive wave flowed through her. Her marecum squirted past the suit, coating the ground behind her as she rode her powerful orgasm. Dust kept rubbing against her until she settled down, moaning against her hoof as she finally came down from the orgasmic high. Cum dribbled down her back legs, absorbing into the uniform and leaving wet stains on the threadbare patterned rug covering the floor. She trembled after the intense feeling. She could still feel Dust softly stroking her thighs with her wing through the suit.
“Damn, that was a good one.” Dust said, casually licking her wing clean. “I can’t believe Dash hasn’t fooled around with you yet. She’s missing out.”
Settling down to the ground, Scootaloo kept panting, still trying to recover after her orgasm. Her whole body still tingled and itched, as the strange heat and heaviness washed over her again. She looked over at Dust, with a confused and wide eyed look.
“Don’t worry kid. All our new recruits go through the same thing.” Dust said, trying to reassure her as she trotted over to her nightstand. Dust could feel her own sex now in the open air, plastering her coat to her skin as her arousal flowed down her back legs. She took a small pipe and silver container from the drawer, carefully taking a small pinch of dried whisperweed and loading her pipe.
“Everypony’s got to pay their dues to join up. And considering you weren’t even a Wonderbolt, that’s going to go double for you.” Dust said as she found her small flint lighter.
“Short Fuse may even want to join in later. Probly not Thunder. She’s kind of a weird mare.” Dust continued as she casually flicked the lighter with a wing, lighting the small pile of purple leaves. She stared at Scootaloo as she walked back over to her, reaching out with a wing, and holding her under the muzzle. The filly instinctively rose to her hooves as the mare caressed her neck with her wing, making the still sensitive pony shudder as she brought her in close.
“We’re just one big family here, Scootaloo.” Dust whispered, before taking a long pull off the pipe. She could feel the intoxicating burn of the weed through her body immediately, making her sex wink as the heat coursed through her. She stared into Scoot’s eyes, reaching out and kissing the pony deeply. She felt no hesitation this time as the other pony pressed back against her.
Scootaloo’s eyes went wider as Dust breathed the smoke into her muzzle, making the pony inhale sharply at the sudden heat. Holding her close, Dust hot boxed her until the small pony pulled away, coughing slightly. Dust continued to blow the rest of the hazy bluish smoke against Scoot’s muzzle. Scootaloo found herself forgetting the cough quickly as a strange euphoria washed over her. Her entire chest radiated from the feeling, spreading into her hooves and neck until she felt her whole body become loose and light. Even breathing felt different, taking short, quick breaths as she slumped against Dust’s wing.
Gently lowering the filly to the threadbare oriental rug, Dust splayed her out before her, like a long awaited feast. Scoot’s chest rose and fell quickly as her whole body was highlighted by the black flight suit. Dust playfully pushed her thighs apart, settling her muzzle against the other pony’s sex. Scootaloo could feel her nethers twitch again as she felt Dust’s warm breath on her teats through the fabric. Lightning Dust smirked as she saw her partner visibly wink through the tight fabric, her juices bleeding through once more and creating a large slick patch.
Reaching out her tongue, Dust lapped at the suit, tasting the filly through the spandex. She pursed her lips, nibbling at Scoot’s clit, pushing her tongue inside the filly by pressing against the stretchy fabric. Scootaloo kicked her rear left leg out by reflex; the warm sucking sensation of Dust being almost too much for her. Her body immediately went rigid as she felt herself quickly getting worked up again.
Dust pulled away as she heard Scootaloo start to pant once more, moving herself so she was standing above the pony once more. The filly could only look in confusion as Dust lowered her already dripping sex onto her muzzle. She could see the matted cyan fur, pushing to the side as Dust winked widely, exposing her sex to Scootaloo. She could smell the mare strongly now, mixed with the sweat of her earlier workout.
“We’ll make you part of the Washouts yet.” Dust said softly as she carefully settled down over the tomboy. “That’s what you want, right?”
“Yeah…” Scootaloo whispered, opening her muzzle slightly. She reached out, tasting the mare, pushing her small tongue inside her slit. Her muzzle moved quickly, lapping at Dust’s snatch, cleaning the fine fur around her nethers as the mare settled down against her, sighing.
Looking down, Dust smirked as she continued to play with Scoot, reaching with her wingtips, teasing them against her. She could feel warm breath on her pussy when she rubbed the filly’s clit, making her tense up and gasp. Reaching with a hoof, she rubbed against her small teats, playing with the taunt nipples as they strained against the spandex.
Dust rhythmically humped her thighs against Scootaloo as she worked, encouraging the pony to thrust deeper with her tongue. Dust felt a shiver down her spine as the little Pegasus pushed against her g-spot, stroking it with her tongue as her muzzle pushed into her winking clit.
“That’s it kid. Holy buck. Right there.” Dust cooed, grinding herself down into Scootaloo’s greedy muzzle.
Feeling a pressure building inside her thighs, Dust doubled her efforts on Scoot. Using her wings, she ran her feathers carefully along the small slit, pushing the wingtip inside as she started fucking the filly with her wing. The slick spandex stretched and entered the pony like an obscene condom, rubbing against her walls from inside. She curled her wing to stroke Scootaloo’s clit from the inside, pushing hard. The pony tensed both her hind legs, feeling herself orgasm almost immediately. Dust watched her spray her cum past her wing, coating her tail and dock as she winked furiously on Dust's wingtip.
Dust pushed herself firmly down against the filly, almost burying Scootaloo’s snout inside her snatch. She could feel her hot breath directly into her winking sex, making her muzzle hang open as she felt herself cum. Scootaloo could feel the mare’s juices wash over her muzzle, quickly drenching her chest. Still lost in her own euphoric orgasm, she greedily lapped up all she could.
Feeling Scootaloo’s tongue against her as she came, Dust leaned down, suckling on the little flier’s clit. Scootaloo felt her whole body tense as she came again, flowing into a string of orgasms as Dust ate her out through the flight suit. Her muzzle flopped out of Dust’s thighs as she settled back onto the rug, moving her hooves to her teats as she squirmed from the strong of orgasms. She flexed her wings out widely to hold herself still, trying to control her shuddering body.
Dust finally relented, pulling herself off the other pony as she rose to her hooves, still shaking slightly from the intense session. She could still feel her pussy winking as she still felt her afterglow pushing through her, leaking rivulets of cum down her legs.
She reached out a wing, stroking it against Scootaloo as the small pony recovered, gasping on the floor.
“We’re definitely putting you in the show after that.” She replied, her voice still husky from the sex.
Cradling Scootaloo with her wing, she helped her up, letting the pony rest on the bed.
“Can’t wait until Dash sees you in that uniform.” Dust said, chuckling. She glanced over, seeing the entire neck and chest of the flight suit glistening from her cum, clinging to her body. The entire lower half was still drenched in Scootaloo’s own juices, with a large wet spot still radiating from her snatch, the filly still winking through the taunt spandex.
“Let’s wash it first though.”
Author's Note
Story idea from mcfarty.
I mean, the Washouts weren't just going to let a foal join up without getting something in return, right?
