Sweetie Belle was sure that tonight would be the night her luck changed for the better.
It was a perfect storm, really. After weeks of grueling schoolwork, busting her butt to make up her third of the rent at her waitress job, and life just generally conspiring against her, Sweetie found a bright spot in the week. Scootaloo finally paid back the money she owed her, and she and Applebloom were meant to be out on their own for the night. This left Sweetie with a rare opportunity: a weekend to herself. So she did what any girl in her position would do when given such an opportunity: pull up Tinder and get to swiping. And, as luck would have it, she found the perfect guy the day before her free weekend. He was exactly her type, just the right height and build, and he was smart, charming, and funny when she got to know him over a few texts. The two had made plans to meet at a very trendy restaurant downtown, and, with the apartment devoid of all roommates, Sweetie was planning to bring him home, hopefully getting even luckier with a cute guy. It was, as far as Sweetie could tell, a perfect date scenario.
Except for the part where the guy never showed up, and Sweetie ended up heading back home with an almost tangible fury.
"This sucks," mumbled Sweetie, digging through her purse for her keys. She found them after just a moment, and quickly went about opening the door. "At least it'll be quiet. Maybe I can get some sleep before—"
"WOO!"
"IF YOU DON'T GET YA SCRAWNY ASS DOWN, I SWEAR TO CHRIST IN HEAVEN!"
Sweetie groaned, clutching her head as she stepped into the apartment. She could remember the good old days of when they were kids, how she fruitlessly tried to keep the three of them out of trouble. Now, all these years later… Well, it was still pretty much exactly like that.
"The more things change…" sighed Sweetie Belle. A bit louder, she continued on. "Hey, AB. Scoot."
"Huh? Oh, shit, its Sweetie!"
As Sweetie Belle stepped into the house, following the sound of her friends all the way to the kitchen. Standing by the fridge, her sturdy arms crossed over her chest, was Applebloom. She barely even looked at Sweetie as she entered, most of her attention devoted to the girl dancing on the countertop. Whereas Sweetie Belle was almost always the voice of reason, and even Applebloom had a sense of responsibility from time to time, Scootaloo was always the wild child of the trio. Nothing exemplified this better than her current behavior, bouncing on the counter with a red plastic cup in one hand and a bottle of cheap whiskey in the other.
"Swoots! Swoots! Swoots!" cheered Scootaloo. "Get hype, bitches, the queen is home!"
"What happened to your party?" asked Sweetie flatly.
"Scoots, in all her infinite wisdom, decided to start drinking before we left the house," groaned Applebloom. "So we've been here the whole time." She glanced back to Sweetie, as if only just then taking note of her snazzy purple dress. "What about you? I thought you were meeting the future Mr. Belle tonight."
"I thought that too. Turns out, he didn't like me enough to bother showing up…" Sweetie tossed her purse aside, kicking off her heels and heading to the freezer. "So I'm gonna absolutely pound a pint of rocky road and then head to bed."
"Aww, I'm sorry to hear that, sugarcube," said Applebloom, reaching out to hug her friend. "That's just too bad, but you shouldn't have to spend the night alone."
"Yeah, fuck that noise. And fuck that guy!" jeered Scootaloo. "Me and AB should find that dickwad and kick his ass for you!"
"Thanks, guys, but I really just wanna… Actually, you know what?" Sweetie slammed the freezer shut before approaching Scootaloo and snatching the whiskey from her hand. "You guys are right. I'm not gonna spend the night crying over some dude. I've got my girls here with me, and that's all I need!" Sweetie Belle climbed onto the counter beside Scootaloo, taking a big swig of whiskey. She coughed a bit, not entirely prepared for just how potent it would be. "Come on, AB! Get up here!"
"Never thought I'd see the day when Scootaloo gets to ya," sighed Applebloom. "Come on, y'all. Get down from there, and gimme that bottle, Sweetie. Ya can't hold your liquor to save your life."
"You know what that sounds like to me?" asked Scootaloo with a grin. "Sounds like some chicken talk to me."
"Scoot, no, I—"
"Bawk! Bawk-bawk!"
"Scootaloo, we are grown-ass women, if you don't—"
"Bawk! Bawk!" Applebloom frowned as Sweetie Belle joined in, taking another swig of liquor. Once again, Applebloom tried to open her mouth to retort and, once again, she was met with the sound of clucking chickens. She frowned, clenching her fists for a moment before snatching the bottle from Sweetie. After just a moment of hesitation , Applebloom hopped up into the counter and took a big gulp as well.
"Hells yeah!" cheered Scootaloo. "Crusaders ride again!"
"We're standing on a counter, dumbass," argued Applebloom. "We ain't riding anywhere."
"You'll be riding me before the night is over."
"Gross. If you two are gonna keep flirting, then pass the bottle back," groaned Sweetie. "As a matter of fact…" She grabbed the bottle back from her friend. "Give it here anyway. You two have each other. I'm the only one without a date, so I'm the one who needs to get hammered."
"AB is gonna get hammered later tonight, if you know what I'm saying."
"Scoot, I swear to God…" grumbled Applebloom. Scootaloo opened her mouth, no doubt to interject with something obscene, only for Applebloom to punch her in the arm. An effective, tried-and-true method of shutting her up. "So, here we are. Standing on the counter like a bunch of a-holes. What now?"
"Yeah, we should probably get down now," admitted Sweetie. She looked to her friends and grinned, taking another healthy gulp of whiskey. "Who wants pizza?"
"So, who was this asshole anyway?"
Sweetie Belle looked up, letting her half-eaten pizza crust hit her plate to meet eyes with Scootaloo. Across the room, curled up together on the couch, was Applebloom and Scootaloo, while Sweetie lounged in the loveseat a fair bit away. As she was chewing, and her sister's lessons about table manners were still fresh in her mind (Rarity took that sort of thing quite seriously), it took Sweetie Belle a few moments to respond.
"Huh?" she hummed in curiosity, not the most dignified of responses.
"Your date," elaborated Scootaloo. "The dickweed who stood you up. Who was it?"
"I met him on Tinder." Sweetie grabbed her phone and swiped through it until she found a picture of her would-be date. She passed the phone to Scootaloo, who inspected it for a moment with a cocked brow. "His name is Delta. I thought he was cute."
"He looks like he's got a small dick."
"Scoot, quit bein' an ass!" groaned Applebloom. "You don't even know this g—" Before she could finish her sentence, Scootaloo turned Sweetie's phone so that Applebloom could see. "Oh, yeah, he's got a little one for sure."
"How do you know?" asked Sweetie. Both girls shrugged a bit, with Scootaloo swiping up the half-empty bottle of booze and refilling her cup.
"Sometimes, ya just know," said Scootaloo noncommittally.
"Yeah, I've been with guys before, and you can normally tell when someone is packing and when they ain't," agreed Applebloom. "But that don't matter, cause this limp-dick jackass ain't important. If he can't tell how amazing you are, then that's on him."
"For once, Bloom is right." Scootaloo yelped slightly as Applebloom pinched her midriff, much to Sweetie's amusement. "Ow! Now who's being childish?"
"Still you, String Bean."
"Anyway… You don't need some loser guy, cause you have us! Crusaders stick together, right?" Scootaloo raised her glass up in a toast, and was met with a chorus of agreement from her compatriots. "Hells yeah! Crusaders forever!"
"Yeah, you guys are great," said Sweetie, turning over and fidgeting in her seat. "And I really am grateful to have you guys around, but… it feels like, ever since you two got together, I've been the third wheel. I can't always be around when you two are together. It made me wanna find someone to be with."
"Aww, sugarcube, you ain't gotta worry 'bout stuff like that," said Applebloom. "You'll find your man, and til then, me and Scoot ain't goin nowhere. We still gonna give you the love we always have, I promise."
"That's nice and all, but you can't give me all of the love I want." Sweetie gulped down the last of her drink and tossed her cup aside, feeling decidedly light-headed. "Or, you know. Dick."
Just then, as Scootaloo attempted to take a sip, a random fit of coughing took her, and she spewed liquor all along her front. She let out a groan as she jumped up from the couch, shaking the drink from her clothes.
"Ah, shit… I'll be back," grumbled Scootaloo, stomping away from the living room. "I need to change…"
"Clumsy, as always," said Applebloom, shaking her head. She grabbed the bottle that Scootaloo left behind and strategically moved it to the side of the couch, where it would be out of sight. "And she's getting a little tipsy, too… How bout you, Sweetie? You doin okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I only really had 2," said Sweetie "You were right, I'm not much of a drinker." She let out a wistful sigh, grabbing a blanket and curling up a bit more comfortably. "I'm just ready to forget this whole thing."
"Wanna talk about something else? Take your mind off things?" asked Applebloom. Sweetie nodded, and so Applebloom tapped her chin in thought, until a devious smirk spread across her features. "Hey, you remember The Pact?"
"Oh God, why?" Though her words conveyed despair, Sweetie actually found herself laughing at the memory. "We didn't want to go into high school without having our first kiss. So we said, if any of us got to the end of 8th grade before our kiss, we would do it with each other." Sweetie laughed, burying her blushing face in her palms. "Geez, whose dumb idea was that, anyway?"
"Scoots, of course. Only she would think up some shit like that," laughed Applebloom. "I'm pretty sure the whole thing was just a way to get together with me. As soon as we decided to do it, she was on me!"
"And I got stuck with sloppy seconds…" Sweetie bemoaned.
"Hey, you were mighty grateful for them seconds, if my memory serves me right. You were so excited, we didn't have the heart to tell you that you were awful at it."
"Hey! It was literally my first time!" Sweetie threw her hands up incredulously. "That was the whole point!"
"I'm just teasing, sugarcube, don't mind it too much," snickered Applebloom. "Just popped into my mind, outta the blue, I— What the hell?!"
Sweetie turned to the entryway and nearly died on the spot. Standing there, hands proudly on her hips, was Scootaloo. She had gotten out of her wet shirt and opted not to replace it, baring her smooth, flat chest. That detail went mostly unnoticed, as the bigger story was that of the leather harness strapped around Scootaloo's waist. She swayed her hips slightly, catching the eyes of the other girls with the swing of the bright purple strap-on.
"Hey, Bloom, Swoots." Scootaloo grabbed the plastic dick in her hand, waving it enticingly. "You guys remember The Pact?"
"Scootaloo!" Applebloom's face was glowing red, her embarrassment almost tangible. "What the hell?! Put that thing back!"
"Guys, you two are the loudest, clumsiest, messiest lesbians on the entire freaking planet," said Sweetie flatly, a dark grin forming as Applebloom flushed even brighter red. "Last week, I found a dildo in the dishwasher. I pick your toys up after you all the time, so this really isn't that big of a deal."
"I ain't worried about you! God damn it, Scootaloo, why can't you keep our love life private!"
"Cause, it's way more fun to peg you when you're blushing like that," remarked Scootaloo. Applebloom, by that point, was radiating embarrassment, giving Scootaloo exactly what she wanted. "So, do you guys remember The Pact or what?"
"We were literally just talking about it," said Sweetie, cocking a brow. "Where are you going with this?"
"Well, I think I speak for the three of us when I say, the plan for tonight was to get laid." Scootaloo surveyed her fellow Crusaders for some form of protest and, when she got none, proceeded on. "Obviously, I was gonna nail AB and you were gonna hook up with Delta Shrimpdick, but that didn't work out. So… The Pact!"
"We made that Pact before we even knew what getting laid was," said Sweetie, although she did sit up a bit straighter in her seat. "We just didn't want to be the three loser girls getting to high school without being able to say that we've kissed before."
"Yeah, and now we don't wanna be the three loser girls who didn't get fucked on Friday night." Scootaloo shrugged. "Same principle. So? You guys down for it or what? It'll be fun!"
"Sure. Why not?" said Sweetie with a shrug.
"That's right, Sweetie, you tell her what a dumb ass idea—" Applebloom stopped her fiery rant when her brain finally processed what she had heard. "Pardon me, the fuck?! Did you just say sure?!"
"Yeah, why not? I'm drunk enough to give this thing a shot."
"Y'all two are gonna kill me…" groaned Applebloom. It was clear that she wasn't used to being in this position, where she was the one meant to keep order among the three. Yet, there she was, the most sober, most reasonable of the trio. Applebloom had always been considered the de facto leader of the Crusaders, but she never had to lead them quite like this. "Sweetie, ya don't even like girls!"
"Right now, I'm not too high on boys either. Might as well try the other side, right?"
The truth was, Sweetie hadn't given much thought to switching teams, as it were, but she couldn't think of two people she'd want to experiment with more than her best friends. Aside from them being friends for ages, and therefore trusting each other with their lives, Sweetie knew her friends to be undeniably attractive, regardless of preference. Scootaloo, while lacking the rack or ass of Sweetie Belle, made up for her lack of assets with spunk and a cute, rough-and-rowdy tomboy demeanor. Perfectly tan, with a slim, lithe physique and a compact runner's frame. Scootaloo was the smallest of the three (much to her own annoyance), but Sweetie couldn't help but think that Scootaloo was beyond cute.
Applebloom, meanwhile, was always the largest of them. She was taller than Sweetie by a few inches, and nearly a full head taller than her girlfriend. She had a decent bust, but her main attraction was her athletic frame. Working on her family's farm before she moved to the city meant that Applebloom was toned, with fairly strong arms and a well-defined six pack. Much harder and stronger than Sweetie, who was curvier, with wide hips, juicy thighs, and tits that her two friends envied in no small amount.
"Come on, AB, don't be the wet blanket," said Scootaloo with a grin. "Lets get dome blankets wet instead!"
"Look, if you and Sweetie wanna… ya know…" Applebloom buried her face in her palms, unable to meet eyes with her girlfriend. "I ain't gonna stop ya. So… Go right on ahead, I guess."
"That's the spirit! Come on, Swoots, bring that juicy booty over here!"
"Lemme just…" Sweetie reached around her back, stumbling and fumbling with the zipper of her dress. After a few clumsy moments, she succeeded in unzipping the garment, sliding her arms out from under the straps and all but freeing her body. She held the dress to her chest, holding it in place before letting it fall, her ample breasts bouncing freely. Scootaloo let out a whistle, both at Sweetie's sizeable tits and at her choice of underwear; Despite being seen as the sweet, pure, innocent one of the three, her panties were decidedly naughty. A tight, snug set of lacy black lingerie that hugged her body closely, and accentuated her beautiful curves and wide hips.
"Damn, Sweetie." Scootaloo grinned as Sweetie approached, and the two of them slowly neared the couch, where they would have the most room. "You're looking good. Lemme get those panties off…"
"Careful, I stole these from Rarity." Sweetie leaned forward on the couch, pushing her hips back to give Scootaloo access to her back end, which Scootaloo quickly took advantage of. She grabbed Sweetie's panties and slowly pulled them from her hips and down the length of her thighs to expose her pretty little pussy. "If I give them back ripped, she'll kill me."
"Don't worry, Swoots. I'll be nice and gentle." Scootaloo chuckled deviously before giving Sweetie's ass a firm slap, watching giddily as it jiggles for a moment. "With the panties, anyway…"
"I can't believe this is happening," grumbled Applebloom. "Why ya always gotta be such a perv?"
"You know you love it," said Scootaloo, gripping and groping at Sweetie's ass. "Pretty soon, you'll want in. Til then… Sweetie, I'm gonna warm you up, kay?"
"Sure, go for it. Just, like… Take it easy to start with."
Scootaloo grinned like a kid in a candy story, parting Sweetie's thighs before diving in. Sweetie let out a tiny gasp of surprise when she felt Scootaloo's tongue against her skin, running up the curve of her ass before straying to greener pastures. She licked and kissed around Sweetie's slit for a bit, sending teasing, burning tingles throughout Sweetie's whole body. Sweetie bit her lip, not entirely prepared for Scootaloo's skill or fervor. She'd been eaten out plenty of times, but here, Scootaloo was devouring her, grabbing two bountiful handfuls of Sweetie's ass and wriggling her tongue deep into her.
"Ya know, when I gave y'all the go ahead for this, I figured you'd take it to Sweetie's room…" said Applebloom, pouting. "What if I wanted to watch a movie or somethin? Y'all are just rude."
"Feel free to use my laptop for Netflix," said Sweetie. She took in a sharp breath, reaching her hand back to grab Scootaloo around the back of the head and push her forward, closer, deeper. "F-fuck… Keep going, Scoot."
Sweetie stooped her head down, pushing her hips up and back while pulling Scootaloo in closer. Scootaloo herself had no problem with this, endeavoring to attack her friend's pussy faster, sloppier. Sweetie couldn't help herself, her hips jerking and grinding back against Scootaloo's face, doing everything in her power to get more of that tongue inside her. She needed it, to scratch that itch she wasn't lucky enough to satisfy earlier. Her breathing hitched, and she bucked her hips back one last time before Scootaloo finally rose for a breath.
"Jesus, what happened to 'take it easy', huh?" said Scootaloo, wiping the juices from her chin. "If you're trying to kill me with your ass… Well, I guess we all gotta go somehow."
"Can you please just go back down?" panted Sweetie. "I was getting close…"
"Nah, you're plenty warmed up. I'm ready to show you why AB makes me top. You can ask her, there's a reason I'm the one with the strap. She likes it better that way."
"Oh for fuck's sake, fine!" Applebloom sat up sharply, crossing her arms over her chest. "I want in, too."
"Hehe. Called it. Get out of those jeans, babe, we'll let you in on the fun." Scootaloo stood up, smirking at the sight before her. Applebloom was undoing her jeans, sliding the denim down her toned, strong legs, while Sweetie wiggled her hips in anticipation. "Hey, Sweetie. Ready to earn your liquor license?"
"Uh… What?" Sweetie perked up slightly, looking over her shoulder. Scootaloo just snickered, grabbing Sweetie's hip and rubbing the thick shaft of her strap-on against her lower lips. "What does that mean?"
"Say it again in your head, sugarcube," sighed Applebloom. "Slowly."
Silence reigned over the trio for nearly a full minute before realization washed over Sweetie Belle, an almost visible lightbulb going off in her head.
"Ohhhh!" Sweetie palmed her forehead. "It's like the 'see you next Tuesday' thing you made me say to Cheerilee once…"
"Don't worry about it, Swoots, AB thinks it's cute that you're so gullible. I think it reminds her of herself," said Scootaloo. Applebloom frowned, showing her girlfriend her favorite finger, much to Scootaloo's amusement. "No offense, Sweetie. I was mainly dissing AB."
"None taken. I kinda have a track record for things going over my head." Sweetie inched forward, grabbing Applebloom's plain white panties and pulling them down, much to her friend's embarrassment. Sweetie let out a surprised hum, a bit thrown by the presence of fiery red hair, natural but tamed and trimmed. "I guess shaving isn't really your style, huh?"
"You gonna gawk and critique my bush all night?" asked Applebloom, apparently unhappy to be the one on trial, so to speak. "Or are ya actually gonna do something about it?"
With a cocked brow and tiny grin, Sweetie made her choice known by diving into Applebloom's muff, clumsily and aimlessly tonguing at her cunt. Though inexperienced in giving rather than receiving, Sweetie was able to work it out mostly based on what she thought she would like. She grabbed at Applebloom's hips as she lapped up and down her pussy, burying her nose deep in that little patch of scarlet hair.
Scootaloo watched the pair for a moment before taking action, slowly sliding her plastic cock into Sweetie's folds. A moan escaped her as Scootaloo eased in, the thick toy gently and gently spreading the thick, puffy lips of Sweetie's pussy. There was a loud slap as Scootaloo firmly clasped her hands into Sweetie's juicy bubble butt, rolling her hips forward and piercing Sweetie with her toy. Each thrust sent a shuddering pleasure throughout Sweetie Belle, exemplified by the way she licked and tongued Applebloom before her.
"D-damn, Sweetie…" Applebloom threw her head back, reaching between her legs with one hand to tweak and play with her clit. She reached up with her other hand, teasing her nipple and kneading her breast in her hand. "You ain't half bad at this…"
Sweetie gave some attempt at an answer, her response lost into Applebloom's pussy. Without the ability to properly speak just then, Sweetie responded by diving in deeper, almost driven into Applebloom's cunt from the force of being drilled from behind. Applebloom bit her lip, swinging her leg up and onto Sweetie's shoulder. She hooked her leg around Sweetie's head, pulling her closer, forcing her tongue about as deep as it could go. Sweetie could feel her friend tense up, quivering around her tongue, and so she turned her tongue up to 11. She kicked at Applebloom's core, savoring the earthy, tangy sweetness of her juices. Sweetie hadn't thought she would enjoy this sort of thing before tonight, but the sounds Applebloom was making, the way she twitched and jerked when Sweetie hit the right spots, it was all so enthralling. Sweetie could definitely see herself taking this position again, whether she was stood up on date night or otherwise.
Finally, a shaky, shuddering moan floated from Applebloom, her hips jerking as Sweetie successfully slurped, kissed, and licked her to completion. Applebloom panted heavily as she came onto her friend's face, plastering Sweetie's mouth and chin with girlcum. After a few more deep licks to get every last bit of Applebloom that she could, Sweetie pulled her head up to allow both Applebloom and herself a chance to get some air in their lungs.
That chance wasn't long for this world, with Scootaloo taking that opportunity to push Sweetie's head down into the cushions of the couch. Sweetie barely had a moment to process what was happening before she felt Scootaloo slamming into her, hitting her as deep as she could be hit. Any semblance of patience or measure was gone, replaced with deep, rapid pounding, the sounds of Sweetie's moans all but drowned out by the slapping of flesh on flesh, Scootaloo's hips slamming into Sweetie's thick ass with enough force to drive her into the couch if they weren't careful.
Applebloom shakily turned herself over, bringing her head down low to Sweetie's. At her friend's behest, Sweetie looked up, her coming moan stolen away when Applebloom locked their lips together. Applebloom kissed Sweetie deeply, brushing her hair from her face and clutching her around the cheeks as she did. Scootaloo smirked, doing nothing to slow her pace as her best friend made out with her girlfriend. If anything, Scootaloo increased speed, gripping Sweetie's ample hips tightly and stepping one foot into the couch, giving her extra grip and a better angle to pound Sweetie stupid.
Sweetie shrieked as her orgasm wracked her body, jerking her head away from Applebloom and burying her face into the cushions. She quaked and quivered, jerking her hips back into Scootaloo's toy cock. Scootaloo herself just kept drilling Sweetie, wave after wave of pleasure crashing down onto her and sending Sweetie into a fit of breathy, airless moans. Scootaloo didn't stop working her hips until Sweetie had gone limp, her ample chest heaving beneath her as she tried to catch her breath.
"See? Didn't I tell you?" snickered Scootaloo, pulling her toy from Sweetie Belle's abused and well-fucked pussy. She ran her finger along the length of the strap on and licked up the sticky remnants of her friend that she had collected. Unable to help herself, she gave Sweetie's juicy ass one last slap before continuing. "Gimme a strap and like fifteen minutes, I bet I can get any straight girl to swap teams."
"Will you shut up and help her?" panted Applebloom, gesturing to Sweetie's collapsed body. "Get the girl some water, if you ain't too busy patting yourself on the back."
"I'm… I'm good…" Sweetie slowly turned herself over, laying flat on her back on the couch. "I don't think I've ever cum like that before. Is it always this good?"
"As much as I don't wanna give her the satisfaction of hearing me say it…" Applebloom let out a sigh, shaking her head. "Yeah. It kinda is."
"You two can thank me by giving me a turn," remarked Scootaloo. "Why should you two be the only ones who get to cum?"
"Cause you're the one who wanted to top so damn bad."
"Hey… Who has my phone?" asked Sweetie. After a moment of search, Scootaloo found it on the floor and handed it to her. "Heh. Guess who texted while we were having fun?"
"Shrimpdick?" asked Scootaloo. Sweetie just grinned, giving a tiny nod. "What'd he say?"
"Something about getting held up with an ex or something. Says he wants to try again next week?"
"So?" Applebloom scooted a bit closer. "What are ya gonna say to him?"
"Scoot, Bloom, get in here. I wanna snap a pic," said Sweetie. A bit confused, the two approached Sweetie, who wrapped an arm around each of them and held her phone as far back as she could. "Hey, Scoot."
"Huh?" Scootaloo turned her head, right into a deep kiss from Sweetie. The two savoured the taste of the other's mouth, until a click stole Scootaloo's attention. She looked to Sweetie's phone, breaking away from Sweetie to inspect the picture she had taken. All three of them were in frame, particularly the visual of Sweetie and Scootaloo nude and making out.
"Thanks," said Sweetie with a devious grin. She maneuvered through her phone and, after using her phone's editing app to apply some light censorship to any visible nipples in the picture, she sent it to her would-be date. "Just gonna show him what he missed out on."
"Nice!" Scootaloo offered her fist and, without hesitation, had her knuckles met by Sweetie. The two held their hands there, their gazes turned into Applebloom. "C'mon, AB!"
"Ah, what the hell?" Applebloom shrugged and brought her fist in to meet the other's. Just like when they were kids. "So… aside from making this guy jealous, what now?"
"I was serious about getting a turn," said Scootaloo, undoing the harness of her strap on. She pulled the whole thing off and offered it forward to anyone who would take it. "Who's up for round 2?" After just a moment of thought, Sweetie grabbed the harness, getting up from the couch to strap herself in.
"I'm down," said Sweetie with a grin. "Crusaders ride again?" This time, it was impossible for Applebloom to hide her amusement, and she finally let loose and joined in on Scootaloo's cheer with enthusiasm.
"Hells yeah!"
