‘Golden Horseshoe Hotel, Room 212, Saturday night. Bring your friends.’

The note had been signed with exactly five hoofprints. This Saturday happened to be the day that the band One Trick had come to Ponyville for a concert, just like they’d said they would the last time she was with them. And that was all Scootaloo needed in order to know who had sent that note ... if the three included tickets hadn't already given it away.

And the last time had been amazing.

This time there wouldn’t be any backstage passes or awkwardness. They knew who she was, and she knew them. And everypony knew what they were going to do together. Well, everypony except maybe Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom knew what they were going to do together.

She led her two fellow crusaders down the hallway, looking at each door as they passed. Finally she found the right room number. Pointing at the door, she proudly proclaimed, “This is it!”

Sweetie Belle eyed the door warily. “Um… Are you sure about this, Scootaloo?”

“Come on!” Scootaloo said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t you want to meet ‘em?” She knew Sweetie Belle had been enthusiastic enough during the concert – she’d squealed practically non-stop. Was she getting cold hooves already?

“Of course, I do!” Sweetie Belle declared, her voice squeaking a little. “It’s just…”

At least Apple Bloom had the right idea. She leaned a hoof over Sweetie Belle’s back. “Aw, come on now, don’t be scared. Scootaloo says they’re great. Right, Scoots?”

“The last time I hung out with them, it was the best day of my life!” Hopefully this time would be too … though it was hard to tell. What if having Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle there changed everything? Last time had been special, more than special. What if this time, they were just fans? What if it ended up being just a meet and greet kind of thing? Would she sneak back after the other girls left? Her previous confidence began to melt a little.

Apple Bloom nodded. “See? Now just go right on up there and knock on that door, Sweetie Belle.”

“What? Why do I have to knock?” Sweetie Belle went even paler than usual.

“Well, uh, you’re the closest, ain’t ya?”

“No I’m not! Scootaloo’s the closest!”

“Girls, girls!” Scootaloo held her hooves up. Wow, these two were really worked up, weren’t they? “Come on. Don’t be nervous.”

“We’re not nervous!” the two of them said in unison.

Scootaloo gave them a skeptical look, shrugged, then she turned toward the door. “Ok, fine, I’ll knock.”

Her hoof hesitated just a moment before hitting the door, barely enough to be noticeable. She hoped the other two wouldn’t notice. She couldn’t let on that she was a little bit nervous, not after telling them not to be. Thankfully, she actually was able to force herself to knock fast enough that nopony could call her out for being nervous herself.

She still wasn’t fast enough, though. The door opened before her hoof hit it.

It was Steel Crescent, his grey and silver colors unmistakable. He looked down at the three of them, blinking for a moment in surprise. “Uh, guys… She’s already here.”

For a moment, Scootaloo just stood there with her hoof raised and her jaw dropped. Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh! This was really happening. Again! Some pessimistic part of her had expected it to be a mean joke or some kind of mistake. But this was really Steel Crescent, right there in front of her again. One Trick was really here, and they knew she was coming. And they wanted her here! Oh my gosh oh my gosh!

“I told you we should have picked it up on the way!” some voice said from inside. It sounded kind of like Flash Fire.

It was actually Sweetie Belle’s ear-splitting squeal that snapped Scootaloo out of it. “It’s him!” she shrieked. “It’s really him!”

Steel Crescent rubbed his ear, backing a little bit into the doorway and staring at Sweetie Belle. “Is, um… Is she gonna be okay?”

Quick! Scootaloo knew she had to do something to salvage the situation. And now that Steel Crescent had backed up a little bit, maybe she had just enough space to pull it off… She darted a little forward and oh-so-casually leaned up against the doorframe. “Yeah, she’s cool. I mean, uh, we’re cool. Yeah. Cool.” Pretty smooth. Could have gone better, but Scootaloo still had to give herself at least a seven out of ten on the smoothness factor. It helped that Sweetie Belle had finally stopped squealing.

“She’s just a bit excited is all,” Apple Bloom said, wrapping an affectionate hoof around Sweetie Belle’s neck in a way that might have just been a way to restrain her more than anything. “Just needs to let it out once, don’t ya?” She gave Sweetie Belle a little shake. “Don’t ya?”

Sweetie Belle nodded fervently. “Um, yeah. No more squealing, I promise!”

A sly grin came to Steel Crescent’s face. “Well, maybe she’ll squeal again a little bit later…” He finished that with a wink at Scootaloo.

Scootaloo’s jaw dropped again, despite the ‘cool’ demeanor she was trying to put on. Had he just implied what she thought he was implying?

Apple Bloom obviously hadn’t picked up on the subtext, though. “No siree,” she said. “No more squealin’ out of this little filly. One and she’s done!” She shook Sweetie Belle again until the teenage filly rattled. “Ain’t that right?”

It took a few moments for Steel Crescent to respond. Oh no! Were her friends weirding him out? But he finally shook himself out of it with a shrug. “Sure, uh, I guess you’d better come on inside and meet the guys, right?”

“Well, they need to.” Scootaloo pointed at Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle. “I’ve already met everypony.” Oh yeah, now that was keeping in control of the situation and keeping things smooth!

Steel Crescent just gave her a piercing look, though, accompanied by a knowing little smile. The way he looked right through her made her think back to that last time – his thick cock filling her mouth, pumping in cum. She hoped nopony saw how flushed she was getting all the sudden. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t let on. Instead, he waved them in. “Come on, come on. Everypony’s already here.”

Scootaloo only had a moment to wonder how that had been arranged. After all, she and the other Crusaders had come straight here after the concert. Didn’t One Trick have things to do after the concert was over? How’d they get here faster? It wasn’t like the Golden Horseshoes Hotel was even all that close to the Town Square where they’d done their outdoors concert – Ponyville didn’t have anywhere else big enough. Were they really just that much faster?

Whatever. Didn’t matter. She had to hurry inside or she’d be the last one in.

The room was surprisingly big. Not that Scootaloo had ever had any reason to stay in this hotel before, but she’d had the idea that the Golden Horseshoes only had cozy little rooms. Apparently not, though. This room was nice and big, with a huge multi-part couch wrapped around a screen on one side, a little bar on the other side, and a few doors leading off of it that suggested it was a whole suite of rooms, not just one.

None of that mattered compared to who was in the room, of course. They were all here – all of them! Moody Blues with his blue forehooves stretched out on the couch behind him. Static Impulse lounging at the other end of the couch, smiling back at her as he ran his hoof through his neon lemon-lime mane. The memory of those two helping Star fill all three of her holes made her fur stand on end in a sudden little shudder. Flash Fire taking up almost a whole couch cushion with his big orange body, smiling at her as if he, too, was remembering how he'd given her the very first orgasm of her life. And most importantly of all, Star Shooter.

There he was, right there in the middle of the couch. Scootaloo’s mouth went dry. A certain something else went distinctly wet. Star Shooter, the lead singer of the hottest band in Equestria, and he was looking at her, smiling at her! And not with the kind of smile Static Impulse had given. Not looking at her like some cute filly to fuck. He actually looked like he was glad to see her. Her, not just any filly to fool around with. Scootaloo’s heart skipped a little bit. Wait, did he actually like her? For real? No, it couldn’t be. No way. He was Star Shooter! There was no way he liked some fanfilly from little old Ponyville. No, she must have been just reading into it, taking way more than she should have from just a friendly smile.

Still, though, she rushed straight to the couch and planted herself right next to him. There was no way she was letting Sweetie Belle or Apple Bloom take that from her. This was hers. She felt like she’d earned it by being brave the first time, and now Star’s smile had only confirmed it. She sat close, almost touching him, but not quite. She didn’t quite dare to do that yet.

“Scootaloo!” Star said. “Great to see you again. And these are your friends?”

“Uh-huh. This is Apple Bloom, and she’s—”

Sweetie Belle had her mouth clamped closed, but that wasn’t quite enough to stop the squealing noise that came from deep inside her. “It’s really them! They’re all here!”

“Um, yeah, Scootaloo already told us they’d be here.” Apple Bloom did her best to restrain Sweetie Belle. She was only partly successful.

Scootaloo groaned and tried to use her forehoof to hide the blush she could feel growing on her face. “And the loud one is Sweetie Belle.” Had bringing her friends along been a mistake? What if the band got tired of Sweetie Belle’s fangirl squealing and decided to kick all three of them out? Scootaloo couldn’t blame them if they did – Sweetie Belle could be a lot to handle sometimes. And then any chance she might have had with any of them – or with Star Shooter in particular – would be completely gone.

“Well come on,” Star said, waving the other two Crusaders over to the couch. “Make yourselves at home. Can we get you anything?” He paused for a moment. “Oh, and this is Steel Crescent, this is Moody—”

“Moody Blues! And Static Impulse!” Sweetie Belle zipped from one band member to another. “And Fla—”

Apple Bloom caught up to her and restrained her again. “And Flash Fire. Yeah, um … we kinda know y’all. Got a poster up in our clubhouse and everything.”

Thankfully, Star seemed to enjoy that. He laughed a little – close enough for Scootaloo to feel it as well as hear it – and he waved the other two over again. “Yeah, I guess we should have figured that, huh?”

“Come on, let’s get started,” Flash Fire said. “If we keep sitting around and chatting, it’s going to be midnight before the movie’s over. And then what if there’s no time for, uh...”

Steel Crescent came over and claimed his own spot on the couch. “Easy now, Flash. We don’t really know yet if they even want to.”

“Want to watch a movie with the best band ever?” Apple Bloom laughed. “You bet I do!” She hopped up onto the couch, claiming a spot between Steel Crescent and Static Impulse. With the biggest, happiest grin any Apple pony had ever shown, she snuggled up between the two of them, making herself super comfy and warm. “So which movie do y’all have?”

Before anypony could respond, Sweetie Belle claimed her own spot on the couch, sandwiched between Flash Fire and Moody Blues. Flash Fire actually scooched a bit closer to her; Moody just rubbed her mane and laughed a little.

It was Steel Crescent who actually answered Apple Bloom’s question. “Well, I was going to go rent something more recent … and maybe something that fillies would enjoy more … but I kind of ran into the three of you on my way out, so…”

“So the only movie we’ve got is Power Ponies: Endgame,” Star finished for him. “I know it’s been out for a while and you’ve probably already seen it before us, so if we want to wait for Steel to go out and find something else, we could.”

“Y’all still haven’t seen it?” Apple Bloom said incredulously. “It’s been out for almost a year already! Everypony’s been talkin’ about it.”

“I haven’t seen it,” Sweetie Belle volunteered cheerfully.

Who cared what movie was on? Scootaloo felt like she could scream, even though she didn’t dare. The important part was that they were hanging out with One Trick! “Yeah, um, I haven’t watched it either,” she said, hoping to get that little discussion out of the way. Of course it was a lie – she’d seen it in the theater right when it came out, even though Sweetie Belle hadn’t wanted to and Apple Bloom was too busy with her chores. Had Apple Bloom ever seen it since then? Probably. She wasn’t sure. But none of this was about which stupid movie was playing – it was about who they were watching it with … and what they might do with each other after the movie was over. The sooner they got to that part, the happier Scootaloo would be.

Unfortunately, nopony seemed to be in quite as much of a hurry as her. Moody Blues laughed a little. “Yeah, we get so busy with touring and practice and everything that we don’t get out to the theaters very much. We’re pretty far behind.”

“Are you three alright with watching a movie that old with us?” Steel Crescent asked. “I could still go pick up something else.”

“We’re fine, we’re fine!” Scootaloo blurted out maybe a little bit too insistently. “Can’t wait to watch it! It’s an awesome movie, especially the big fight at the end!” Wait – had she just given away that she’d seen it before?

“Alright.” Steel Crescent got up to start the movie.

But just as he did, Flash Fire called out, “Hey, does anypony else want snacks?”

“Ooh! Yeah!” Static said. “And drinks!”

Then came a flurry of “Popcorn!” “Do we have Gummy Bugbears?” “I could go for some chips,” and a particularly irksome “Ooh, how about some ice cream?” from Sweetie Belle.

The clock might not have actually progressed all that long in the meantime, but to Scootaloo, it seemed like it took hours before everypony had gotten their snacks of choice. Of course, Sweetie Belle’s ice cream had taken the longest, since they’d had to call room service for it. And since the Golden Horseshoes didn’t have ice cream, Star Shooter had given the room service pony an extra tip to go get some from the local shop…

Scootaloo shook her head. This was crazy. But at least it was finally over. Everypony had their favorite snacks now. She herself had chosen just to share some of Star Shooter’s popcorn. Not that she particularly liked popcorn, especially not when watching a movie – it was too crunchy and made the movie hard to hear sometimes – but she thought it wouldn't take any extra time, and it didn’t matter because she’d seen this movie before anyway. Not that her time savings had really mattered, of course. Everypony had to wait for Sweetie Belle’s silly ice cream anyway.

When the movie finally started its initial scene where the Power Ponies go out to track down Doctor Dastardly and force him to reverse his doomsday device, Scootaloo breathed a sigh of relief. She even ate a little bit of the popcorn. It wasn't bad – better than the stuff they usually had in the Ponyville theater. Finally, it was underway. And unless there was some huge interruption, there was now a very set and definite time she had to wait before the moment when things would get more … interesting with the best band in Equestria.

That was … if things were going to get more interesting. What if they really did just want to hang out? What if they were too nervous to try anything while Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom were here? What if they didn’t actually like her that much the first time, and they weren’t even interested in getting another taste of her? They must have mares throwing themselves at them all the time – was she really all that special or better than any of them?

More and more plagued by those kinds of thoughts, Scootaloo didn’t eat much more of the popcorn. She fidgeted with the little bits of kernels stuck between her teeth, poking at them with her tongue as she worried more and more about whether this night would ever amount to more than watching a kind of old but good movie with some cool ponies.

It wasn’t until after all the popcorn was gone that she got her first little hint. The popcorn bag had been between her and Star, but as soon as it was empty, he put it aside and oh-so-smoothly slid up closer to her putting his big white wing over her in a way that just happened to hide a lot of her from the other ponies around them. His forehoof brushed over hers and quite casually – as if it was nothing – rested his hoof against her thigh.

That really wasn’t much, but it still sent such a thrill through Scootaloo’s body that she didn’t notice anything at all from the movie from that point onward. The part where Radiance pretends to be evil in order to team up with Doctor Dastardly’s misguided but ultimately redeemable daughter was the last part Scootaloo paid even the slightest bit of attention to.

She looked up at Star Shooter. He glanced down at her, just for a moment, and his hoof slid a little more up her thigh, just a little closer to her tiny filly teats.

Yes! Scootaloo sang inside, both body and mind. So he was still interested!

As the movie went into one of its quieter parts, Star actually slid his hoof all the way up until it brushed Scootaloo’s teats. “Is this okay?” he whispered.

Scootaloo didn’t trust her voice enough to stay quiet. The way she was feeling, if she let herself open her mouth, she might find herself suddenly moaning in pleasure or screaming for joy. But there were other ways to answer … better ways. She snuggled up to his side, reveling in the warmth of his fur, the firmness of his body, and placed her own forehoof on his thigh, scandalously close to his sheath and balls; she even spread her hind legs open a little bit for him, inviting him to venture his hoof a bit deeper, a bit farther.

He was blatantly touching her teats now, rubbing them, caressing them. She wasn’t far behind. Already, her hoof had brushed up against his sheath. It felt full and heavy with his cock just barely restrained from sliding out of it.

And maybe they weren’t the only ones ignoring the movie? Scootaloo caught hints of furtive whispers here and there between the Power Ponies’ dialog and explosions, coming from both sides, as if both Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle were taking an opportunity to get to know the stallions sitting next to them a bit better. Huh. Maybe they weren’t as clueless about it as Scootaloo had thought. Or were they just talking about the movie?

Then again, she really doubted either of them had gotten nearly as far as she had with Star Shooter already. Star had his hoof deep between her legs now, rubbing her pussy while nopony was watching. Under the concealing protection of his wing, she was even more blatant than him, reaching down to lovingly rub his balls and his sheath. Oh, she’d missed this alright. She hadn’t had anypony since the last time. She hadn’t had anything except clopping herself silly to the memory of it. And now … now she needed this. Oh damn, his hoof felt good down there. She had to stifle her moans or the others would hear.

His self-control lapsed, and just the tip of his cock managed to slip out of his sheath. Scootaloo stared at it hungrily in the flickering light from the movie. She licked her lips. Did she dare lean down and let him put it in her mouth? Being covered by his wing wouldn’t hide that from the other ponies. Were they looking, or were they too distracted watching the movie? As her hoof traced little circles around the warm, springy-soft nub of his emerging tip, she began to lean downward...

“Hey,” Star Shooter whispered, almost in her ear.

She stopped moving, but still hefted his heavy round balls in her hoof a little bit. “Mmm?”

“I think we both know where this is going…” He traced his hoof up her pussy lips, then twirled it over her winking clit. “You wanna head to my room?”

Her hoof stopped moving, even though his didn’t. “N-Now? Before the movie’s over?”

“Why not?” He said, his soft sensual voice sending a shiver through her body.

Scootaloo glanced behind her, where Apple Bloom would be, even though she couldn’t see the other young mare between the two stallions. “But they’ll—”

“Who cares?” He bent down and nuzzled her behind her ear. “I...” For a moment he hesitated, but then he blurted it out quickly, “I want you, Scootaloo.”

If she hadn’t already made a little wet stain on the couch, she sure did when she heard that. It felt like she was melting right down into the cushion.

“Come on,” he said, beginning to get up.

“Okay…” Scootaloo followed, half-dazed with fangirlish lust.

As they passed between the other ponies and the screen, Flash Fire said, “Bathroom break already? It’s not even halfway through.”

Scootaloo glanced at the screen. It was the middle of some big battle scene with all the power ponies at once versus Doctor Dastardly’s powered-up henchponies. She couldn't bring herself to care. It was nothing next to knowing what she and Star Shooter – the Star Shooter – were about to do together.

“Hey, where’re you goin’? It’s just gettin’ into the good part!”

Scootaloo froze when she heard Apple Bloom's voice. Despite everything, it felt like she’d just been busted and now she was in trouble.

“You want us to pause it?” Moody Blues asked. The knowing, casual tone in his voice suggested that he already knew the answer … and that he’d already guessed exactly what Star and Scootaloo were up to.

“Nah,” Star said. How did he manage to be so casual about it? “Don’t worry about it. We’ll catch up later.”

What did that even mean? Who cared? Some of the band members were still giving them knowing, envious looks, but at least Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom seemed to take it at face value. They went right back to watching the movie as Scootaloo followed Star around the dimly lit suite to the door that led to his own bedroom. It only added to the thrill to think that somehow – impossibly – they were getting away with it without the other Crusaders suspecting anything. Cookies always tasted better if you had to sneak them out of the cookie jar to have one … and she was very ready to enjoy what she was about to sneak off to do.

Author's Note

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