Scoots and Bloomie - A Birthday Pet Playdate

Chapters

Chapter 1: I Have a Surprise for You
Chapter 2: Sneaking it in
Chapter 3: A Mistress' Love
Chapter 4: While Walking Down the Street
Chapter 6: Offers, Information, and Affirmations
Finale: The Day After the Day After
Chapter 5: The Birthday Surprise

Chapter 1: I Have a Surprise for You

Scootaloo shredded on her air guitar as the intro chords of one of her favorite song blasted from her new speakers. She loved the thrill, the power, and the thump of the beat as it pulsed through her entire being. It was amazing to not only hear her music, but feel it. More than one person would tell her it would be bad for her hearing, but she'd be happy to have this be the last thing she ever heard.

The introductory chords played into the power of the main riff, and Scootaloo smiled as she closed her eyes and joined in the song - switching from her air guitar to the equally nonexistent microphone and stand as she hopped across the stage of her mind. "Come on, baby! Ooooooooh Yeah!"

She thrust her hips forward like the guy in the video as she swung the microphone to and fro, raising a fist in triumph as she prepared for the rush.

Party at my place tonight, baby
There'll be drinks and some snacks, maybe
But nothing to chew
But that's nothing new
Plenty to swallow and lick
Ooooh, what a ferocious KICK!

She switched back to her guitar, shredding the bridge to the chorus as the drummer rattled off faster than she could pantomime. She flung her shortcut hair over her shoulder before grabbing the microphone once more as she shuffled her way back across the stage.

Come on in!
The Water's fine!
Come on in!
This ain't no wine an' dine!
Come on in!
Enjoy the show!
Come on in!
Come on let's go!

Scootaloo went back to the guitar, smiling as she felt the energy coursing through her. The driving beat, the shredding metal, and the passion the singer threw behind each word. Even the backup vocalists seemed pumped! She grabbed the mic again, now swaying back and forth behind it.

Oh, there'll be plenty of puppies and kittens
So many different sorts, I ain't even kiddin'
Just bring your moves and bring your bodeh!
There's no fee, so no need for the moneh!
Feel that pleasure in your soul!
Feel it eatin' you whole!

She flipped back to her guitar, staying with it through the second chorus as she moved straight into the solo, feeling every note with near orgasmic glee. She felt the pulsing beat, the rhythm of power that coursed through her veins - sending jolts of euphoria to every inch of her.

She quivered in anticipation, feeling the power of the notes, feeling the pleasure in its strength. She reveled in its control as it took everything away from her and gave back only the song. She felt the sweat across her brow, she smelled the scent of the stadium, and heard the cheering of the crowd below. Scootaloo shook her head from side to side to the beat of the song - her short hair failing to mimic the guitarist's luxurious mane of a head of hair.

She smiled as the song rose in intensity, the backup singers growing to a roar behind the power of the guitar. The atmosphere crackled with energy as her heart beat to the sound of the song. Her muscles burned in a particular sort of arousal as she let the guitar go to grab the microphone.

You think the party's over?
You can't feel it's power?
You believe that you can recover?
You feel you won't cower?
You think you're better than the music?
Then you really must be sick!

Scootaloo banged her head furiously as the guitarist and bassist drove them higher and higher while the drummer beat them to a harder rhythm. She felt the overwhelming power of the song fill her as it wound her up for the release. She took in a breath, savoring the taste of electricity.

Come on, my naughty woman!
Come on, baby!
Come on
come on
come on
come on
come on

The guitar screeched as the song faked its own ending, pulling at Scootaloo like a marionet as it brought new life back to her just as she almost fell. She basked in the energy, feeling it pound inside of herself as she threw what hair she had behind her.

Party at my place tomorrow night!
It'll be just like any other night
But this time it's going out with a bang
'cause this time the Reaper came by an' rang
But you get to live, it ain't no fuckin' shame
'cause turns out death, she be a dame!
So come by and fuckin' do her well
'cause if you don't we're all goin' to hell!
So!
Come on in!
The Water's fine!
Come on in!
This ain't no wine an' dine!
Come on in!
Enjoy the show!
Come on in!
That's right you sons of mothers! Get back in there for mo'!
Come on in!
The Water's fine!
Come on in!
This ain't no wine an' dine!
Come on in!
Enjoy the show!
Come on in!
Come on let's go!

Scootaloo smiled a sad smile as the song faded away, the singers and musicians seeming to fade back to the ether that they had been summoned from. She let out a shaky breath as she was released from the spell the music had had her in. It wasn't an actual spell - she knew what magical music felt like - but it was as close as nonmagical music could get to it, and she'd loved it.

The sound of real clapping behind her didn't surprise her perhaps as much as it should've, she had been in quite the state, but even so, throughout the entire performance she had almost wished that someone had been there to see it. Especially since she hadn't bothered getting dressed before testing the newly arrived birthday gift from her parents - even if school was in an hour and even if she might very well have to answer the door.

"Nice moves, honey, now only if your music tastes weren't so shit." Apple Bloom joked as she wrapped her arms around the neck of her girlfriend from behind. By the feeling of her nipples that grazed Scootaloo's back, her little farmgirl was equally undressed. Scootaloo rested her head against Apple Bloom's as she reveled in the embrace.

"What can I say, they're nostalgic for me. They might not sound the best, and others might do technically better work, but none of them are 'Hand Grenades inna Handbasket'." Scoots said, defending the honor of her favorite band against the onslaught of her significant other's persistent mocking jeers.

"An' that's why they're all better." Her Bloomie joked before lifting a hand to ruffle Scoot's short hair. True enough, the drummer sometimes seemed to struggle with some of the more ambitious parts, the guitarist was probably trained in a more classical style rather than in the art of the shred, and there were innumerable vocalists out there who could say the line 'Come on in' as something closer to its actual pronunciation than what the singer came up with - something around 'Comma nin'. But all that amounted to a unique sound - that and Apple Bloom's comments were just jovial teasing either way.

Apple Bloom chuckled, planting a kiss on Scootaloo's forehead before pulling her back to stare her in the eye. "Now, was yuh actually responsible today, pet, or was yuh too caught up in yer new present to make us breakfast?"

Scootaloo flushed at this. It had been a sort of private game they had been playing for the past year or so - or roughly two days shy of the entire time that they had been moved in together. Scoots was the pet and Apple Bloom the owner. Beyond that, there weren't many rules - seeing as saying 'nothing dangerous or stupid' was just obvious to the two girls. The main rule, however, was that Apple Bloom did the thinking and Scootaloo did the obeying. A simple system that had surprisingly - or maybe not so surprisingly - resulted in an overall increase in the livability of the house, going up from when Scootaloo had been the sole resident.

"Breakfast is ready, Mistress - apple cinnamon oatmeal just like you like it." Scoots answered, bowing her head submissively. Apple Bloom cooed at her pet and then pecked her cheek before heading off for the dining room.

"Come, pet, we have to eat and then take our shower before we can head out for classes." Apple Bloom sang over her shoulder as she walked into the dining room. Scootaloo almost followed her as she was, but then stopped, checking her eagerness with her mistress' standing orders.

She lowered herself to her hands and knees, taking a few breaths to ensure she wasn't overly excited - a persistent battle for the girl who lived her dream every day of her life - and then followed after her mistress on all fours. Apple Bloom smiled at her as she crossed the threshold, giving her pet a rub on the head before she took her seat at the table. Scootaloo, for her part, knelt by the table and waited patiently.

Like every morning, she had put both bowls of food on the top of the table. It wasn't an oversight, far from it. It was a perpetual test for her determination. She easily could sit at the table. The game never said she couldn't. She could sit at the table with her girlfriend like a normal girl. She could be normal, she could talk, she could have everything, and in that action lose it all.

It wasn't true of course - not entirely at least. Apple Bloom wouldn't leave her if she sat at the table like a normal girl for breakfast. It would just be the end of the game. The end of a game that had been her entire life. Ending the game didn't mean it was gone forever, but it meant that it could be called off - and she didn't want that. The game had to be perpetual or it wasn't as thrilling to do.

It wouldn't be the same coming back from her college classes and stripping in the doorway - forever knowing anyone could knock at that moment and she'd be in her panties and not much else when she answered cowering behind the door. It wouldn't be as thrilling to be told to rush back to their room and get dressed when company showed up. It wouldn't be the same knowing that her mistress could tell her to strip at any time in front of anyone if she decided to disobey at any point.

The thrill of looking out the window with her breasts on full display - though technically hidden behind the windowsill - when acting like an excited puppy wouldn't be as thrilling somehow. The wonderful pumping of her heart just wouldn't be the same if the game ended at any point. Sure, it could end - a fact she was well aware of, but it was the inverse understanding of an addict, knowing it could end but never wanting to end it. Or maybe it was exactly the same understanding.

Halfway done with her own meal, Apple Bloom finally grabbed the other bowl from the table and set it down in front of Scootaloo, petting her head. Scootaloo, however, didn't stoop down to eat yet. She had learned how Apple Bloom liked to play, and today she was doing her best to be at her best.

She didn't look up at her mistress, but Scootaloo could tell she was watching her pet closely even as she ate. "Dig in, girl." Apple Bloom said finally, finishing up her own breakfast. With gusto, Scootaloo dug into her bowl of oatmeal, eating it up with a mixture of bites at the slop and lapping motions with her tongue. It was a controlled mess, not a drop leaving the bowl unless it was in Scootaloo's mouth or on her face.

To her delight, even as she ate away, she could hear Apple Bloom silently humming the main riff of 'Come on in'. It was one of the band's better songs - even if in pure quality it was still subpar to most bands out there. It did her good to know that her girlfriend had at least a little appreciation for the band, even if it was only so far as it was an earworm.

Scootaloo finished up her bowl as best she could, never once using her hands beyond balling them up into fists and planting them either side of the bowl to make sure it didn't travel as she ate. She sat back on her bum, looking up at Apple Bloom with a smile and a lulling tongue, letting her mistress inspect the work she had done on the bowl of oatmeal. Apple Bloom nodded approvingly before picking it up from the floor and standing with the dishes and moving over to the sink.

"Go to the shower, girl, we need to be clean fer classes." Apple Bloom ordered as she set about the few dishes that needed doing. Scootaloo, for her part, gave a short yip and crawled through the house positively beaming as she made her was to the shower.

Life was wonderful, there was just no other way to describe it. She had the girlfriend of her dreams, and still had her after confessing her particular kinks and fetishes. Even though Apple Bloom hadn't indulged in all of them she had given Scootaloo a good bit more than she could have believed. Treating Scootaloo like a puppy needing to be trained had, at first, been quite odd and hard for the girl - but practice had payed off. Now they both lived in a relationship that, though it certainly had a strong surface level power dynamic, was actually fairly equal all things considered.

Scootaloo manipulated the shower using her small nose, her shoulders, and generally anything but hands or toes, letting the water begin to run through the cold wave that always came through at first. Life was just marvelous. She moved out of the shower, biting the curtain and drawing it across to not make a mess, before sitting down in front of the shower to wait for her mistress.

She waited patiently as ever, her smile radiating all the happiness that she felt inside. She got to live her fetish every day of her life. She got to be a pet for Apple Bloom. She got to be the submissive she always had wanted to be! To be fair, she had always wanted to be Rainbow's submissive, but in the end the girl was nearly five years her senior.

It wasn't the sort of age gap that was overly freaky, five years being fairly small compared to some couples, but for her - and any of her friends - it was just a tad bit to far for comfort. That, and Rainbow and Pinkie had been going out and had been planning on getting serious for a while despite Rainbow's purported - though unconfirmed - flings with other girls and boys.

All this came together in Scootaloo's mind to say that she really shouldn't try anything with Rainbow. Despite the massive crush and ample amounts of hero worship that she had directed at the girl, she had never once seriously considered asking Rainbow out or anything like that. She dreamed and fantasized all the time, but that was about it.

Forgoing that lofty fantasy, Scootaloo found love fairly close to home in Apple Bloom, and Apple Bloom had certainly shown herself as up to the task of fulfilling the kinky girl's needs. She wasn't what might be termed a natural born dominant, but she certainly had grown into the role. It hadn't been an unnatural change for the girl, but it certainly had been something new being in charge so much. Being able to ask another to do something and the other person not only doing it but getting off on it - needless to say Apple Bloom still occasionally tripped up after a long day of studying to find out that asking for Scoots to run down every five minutes to get something important for her had worked her into a frenzied state of arousal. Not that Scoots couldn't control it, but when she was home she just didn't care to.

Scoots could only say one thing was missing from the perfection, and really it was asking for a bit much - and so she didn't. That one thing that would make this all so much better was another puppy. Maybe a terrier or a golden retriever to play with. Sure, between the puppies she'd have the advantage, but the thought of playing with another puppy was just so enticing!

She had asked her Bloomie to maybe indulge that urge, heck, she had nearly begged for it back when they first started out. Apple Bloom had replied with a firm 'maybe', and that was that. Now, she was content with what she had. After all, it was more than she had before. Frolicking about the house naked with a girl that was almost as comfortable as she was to do so. Getting treated like a pet. It was all just too much!

Apple Bloom eventually entered the bathroom, not even needing to shirk off any clothes from her marvelous body. Well maintained from the farm work she had done from childhood - though not overly muscled by any stretched - was a striking picture of magnificent perfection in Scootaloo's eyes. She was perpetually amazed she got to look at such an amazing body in the flesh. From the toned arms and legs to the tight chest and breasts with just that hint of heft - it was all just so wonderful.

That wasn't to say that Scootaloo thought she was hideous or even plain. In her humblest hour Scootaloo considered herself decent looking, and she wasn't often humble. She was less muscled than Apple Bloom, or rather, she had no ripple of hidden muscle under her skin except in the legs - all that time on her scooter giving her that at least. Her breasts were smaller, like everything about her really, but they still caught Apple Bloom's attention well enough.

One of the things that had caught Scootaloo off guard when they had first been naked with each other was the fact that the farmgirl was completely shaved down there. Scootaloo had never managed to bring herself around to the idea of shaving all of her pubes off - feeling like they somehow proved she had crested the hill of puberty more than the scant few scars from poorly tended pimples she had and the fact that she had to worry about the looming specter of her period. Luckily she had already gotten past it this month, it would've been a negative note for her birthday to have to go through the day she so enjoyed while fighting past her own biology. Not fun, and that she knew from personal experience.

Even so, Scoots had managed to push past this reticence slightly by trimming her bush to a slightly more manageable hedge. It still had some length to it, but it was about as short as she wanted it to be at the moment. She couldn't really see herself going full bare down there, but then again she had only ever seen herself getting to act out being a pet in her wildest dreams and here she was, sitting in front of the shower whilst waiting for Apple Bloom.

Apple Bloom knelt down to be eye level with her pet, giving her scritches behind the ear lovingly. "Yuh ready fer yer bath, girl?" She asked with a smile. Scootaloo replied by lulling her tongue out and panting happily. Nodding might've been excused, but she preferred communicating like what she was - something more animal than human. That was, at least for the moment.

Apple Bloom smiled at her, which made it all worth it, and then stood, opening the curtain and shooing her inside. Bath time, though hated by nearly every animal out there except certain breeds and rare exceptions, was nothing Scoots the doggie was opposed to. That was especially because it was one of the few times she could express exactly how human she could be whilst still being a good doggie for her mistress.

Her mistress entered the stream of water, quickly adjusting it to her standards while Scootaloo took the moment to say hello. Nestling closer while on all fours made the areas she had access to fairly limited, but fortunately for her it was exactly the places she wanted and needed access to. Scootaloo began lapping at Apple Bloom's exposed pussy, getting a sensual moan in response. She didn't let up in the slightest, pushing farther as she licked, kissed, and teased her way to pleasing her mistress.

Apple Bloom placed a hand on her pet's head, moaning as she leaned against the wall of the shower. Both of them, for different reasons, had the same thought, 'This is the life!' If not for the impending specter of classes during the day, both of them would've stayed inside the shower for as long as possible. It was basically what they did on weekends. Today, though, they had to make it quick. Relatively so, at least.

Scootaloo nearly yelped as Apple Bloom pushed her down while adjusting her own position. "Alright, Scoots, let's make this quick. Okay?" Even there was the part of her mistress that wasn't completely confident in her control. Some submissives might've been peeved at their dominant not being completely... domineering, but Scootaloo saw it as just another indication of her mistress' love.

Without hesitation, Scootaloo fell onto her back, laying out on the shower tiles while her mistress adjusted herself to place her nethers above the willing puppy's face while placing her face at her pet's nethers. Both girls went at it with gusto, letting the water stream over them without complaint.

Their shared ecstasy grew greater and greater as they worked at each other with tender kisses, teasing licks, and loving nibbles. The other girl's taste was as familiar as it could be to the other, but even so they reveled in the flavor of their partner's release. How could they not? It was a taste that was steeped in memories of home, of fun, and of pleasure. Many nights were ended with the flavor, and many days began with it; many fond memories were tied up in its subtler notes like the smell of mown grass or the taste of a family recipe.

It wasn't long until both of them were brought to orgasm - though Apple Bloom would never admit that she had been using all the willpower she had in her soul to not cum earlier. There was only so much a girl could go through before she burst, but the application of an Apple's steel will saved her once again. With moaning screams they released, leaving both of them out of breath and thoroughly pleased.

In a move that was as drenched in sensual energy as they were in water, Apple Bloom turned about, rubbing her soaked body across Scootaloo's. Scootaloo shivered at the sensation, looking up into her mistress' eyes with need and love. Her mistress then graced her lips with a deep kiss accompanied with ample amounts of tongue. It was wonderful, the epitome of pleasure to simply kiss after cumming.

Parting with a pop, Apple Bloom backed off with a smile, "Alright, honey, time fer us to get to this shower thing. Stand up fer me, pet." Scootaloo gave a submissive nod. Apple Bloom got off of her pet, letting her stand while she stood herself. Scootaloo then assumed her normal pose for shower time - folding her hands behind her back, raising her head, closing her eyes, and standing with her legs spread apart.

Apple Bloom smiled at her, she could tell without even looking by the tingle that raced up her spine. She passively let the water roll off of her while her mistress grabbed the various products she deemed necessary to the care of her pet. Scootaloo did her best to not show how excited she was - which was as excited as she usually was for this treatment. It was the perfect blend of demeaning and loving.

"Alright, step back a ways." Apple Bloom instructed. Scootaloo complied, standing out of the stream while Apple Bloom set to work. The sound of a bottle sputtering as her mistress squeezed it hit her ears followed by a muttered curse as the farmgirl shook the bottle furiously to get the last squirts out. The bottle clattered to the floor before Apple Bloom began to lather Scoots' face and hair in whatever product she had started with - helped slightly by Apple Bloom being just that much taller than her friend and lover.

It felt wonderful as the farmgirl's fingers ran through her short hair, massaging her scalp with tender insistence before moving to her face, smearing the foam across her forehead, cheeks, chin, nose, and paying particular attention to her philtrum - ever the problematic area for blemishes.

Running out of the lather, Scoots shivered as Apple Bloom took a bar of soap - by the feel of it - and began to run it across her pet, mumbling something about needing to get more shampoo. Not wanting to disrupt her mistress' work, Scootaloo did her best to stay still, even as she felt the bar of soap begin to roam across her neck, slowly going ever lower in its broad strokes across her body.

Slowly the path descended as Apple Bloom worked at lathering up her pet properly. She payed special attention to her lover's tits, running the bar between, around, and over each breast multiple times - driving Scootaloo higher and higher. The bar roamed lower, caressing her belly in a way that almost felt more sensual than the treatment to her boobs. It was magnificent how Apple Bloom treated her. She couldn't imagine anything better than this. It was just too much to take, but she got to take it every day!

Apple Bloom lowered herself, rubbing the bar across Scoot's tight tuchus, carefully avoiding anything that wouldn't do well with suds in it. Each leg then was rubbed down from thigh to the tips of her toes. Every inch of her was given ample amounts of attention, even the spaces between her toes.

She felt her mistress' careful touch a she introduced some suds to her trimmed pubic tuft, giving it the cleaning it needed. Scootaloo just stood there, letting her mistress work - though every part of her wanted to leap into her service for so lavishing her attention on her pet as she did. It was just so much!

"Alright, pet, gonna need to to step into the water here. Careful, might be a tad slippery at the moment." Her mistress said in a half command. Scootaloo hid her smile, stepping forward into the water - letting the warm spray cascade off of her body. Apple Bloom stepped up behind her, pressing her head farther into the stream to rinse out her hair with care. Scootaloo complied, letting the sensation of her mistress' hand combing through her hair once more fill her with renewed ecstasy.

Slowly she worked lower, rubbing Scoots' face with care to get the suds off without causing any undue pain. Apple Bloom leaned forward, rubbing her breasts up and down Scoots' back in a move of pure sensual intent, amplified by the hands that wandered down to grope at the athlete's smaller bust. Scootaloo let out and involuntary moan despite her attempts to hide her arousal. Apple Bloom's smile as she set her chin on her pet's shoulder was impossible to not feel even as she continued to massage the other girl's tits.

"So, my pet's gonna have herself a birthday tomorrow?" Apple Bloom asked in a rhetorical way. Scootaloo didn't answer, not having gotten permission to speak. "Well, my pet, I got something of a surprise for you tomorrow evening. I'm sure you're gonna love it." Scootaloo's heart began to pound harder in anticipation at this while her mistress planted a series of kisses across her neck, likely getting a few suds for her trouble.

"Yeah, I think yer gonna be real happy with what I got prepared for you, my pet." The farmgirl hummed, letting her hands slide down Scootaloo's sides. Scootaloo shivered at the touch, ready to let this be her birthday gift but thoroughly pleased that there'd be something more tomorrow. First the stereo her parents had gotten her and now her mistress had something for her? It was just too good! "Y'all can talk now. Tell me how much you want this. Tell me how wet you are for your Mistress, Scoots." Apple Bloom whispered in Scoot's ear in husky tones in such a way that electrical sparks of pleasure shot through her entire body.

"I want it so much, mistress!" She cried, letting all the emotions she had been hiding away out. "Oh, I'm so excited, Mistress! Mistress, please do with your pet everything you want! Fuck her, breed her! Oh, Mistress! I'm so wet, and not just from the shower!"

A sharp twist to the nipple told Scootaloo that Apple Bloom wasn't pleased with the sarcasm, but not incredibly so. "I'll see about breeding you. Maybe I'll get you a little friend to get you fucked." Apple Bloom hummed to herself. "New blood in this pack of ours might not be amiss. Maybe that Featherweight would want to make my bitch have a litter. Or maybe I should invite Snips and Snails." Scoots shivered at this suggestion.

The humiliation of her mistress commanding her to have sex, to fuck, right in front of her with a boy. To get pregnant at her order - her own choice removed - sent all the right signals to her brain that drowned her in serotonin and myriad other chemicals. She could picture it, her mistress standing above her while ordering her to fuck Featherweight - no, Snips and Snails. Featherweight was a gift, the guy being one of those guys that Scoots had always thought was nice. Snips and Snails though. Having those two fuck her would be so amazingly demeaning.

"Imagine it," Apple Bloom's husky voice whispered in her ear while rubbing her pet down, "I could order you to make yerself a fucking whore. Get yerself all painted up like a clown only to get fucked by those two. You'd have to swallow their cum in both holes, take in what they give you just because I told you." Scootaloo quaked in ecstatic pleasure at the thought.

"Imagine having to tell everybody who the father was, bitch." Apple Bloom said, egging Scootaloo on. "Imagine having to tell everyone because I told you to." It was a prospect that Scoots feared, having to explain how she'd fallen pregnant, but it was one that was made all the hotter by being forced to do it by the order of her mistress. "Or maybe I'll just have you be the school whore.

"I could see you getting naked in the lockers just before the football team comes in. Imagine, you getting railed by each of them, knowing I'm watching you in secret. You get sent to the superintendent's for sure for that stunt - and you know what comes after that?" Scootaloo shivered at the thought, a good idea what it might be popping into her mind's eye. "That's right, I'd order you to fuck Superintendent Neighsay. I'm sure he'll let a good little whore like yuh stay if y'all act as his personal cocksleeve - and yuh will at my order."

Apple Bloom ended her verbal assault with a kiss on her neck, sending renewed shivers through her pet. It wasn't as if Apple Bloom would ever do such a thing to Scootaloo, but the idea that Scoots would be helpless to obey her mistress whilst doing the most depraved things - though technically not entirely correct - was so much of Scoots' kink that she couldn't help but find the very mention of it enticing.

She wanted - no, needed - Apple Bloom. She needed her mistress to order her, to deprecate her, to love her, and to threaten her with a good time. She shivered under Apple Bloom's touch. Her mistress, ever kind, but sensitive to her pet's darker desires, was just the best! Scootaloo couldn't wait to see what she had gotten ready for her. It was going to be so much fun!

Chapter 2: Sneaking it in

Scootaloo walked through the university's halls, smiling to herself as she walked behind her mistress who was talking with broad smiles with their other best friend Sweetie Belle. In public, as it always had been since the game started, Scootaloo was still under Apple Bloom's authority, the farmgirl just had to make sure to do it in a way that was surreptitious.

At the moment it was being done by having Scoots nonchalantly carrying all three girls bags. Scootaloo was likely the second strongest in their friend group, though most of that strength was in her legs. Still, she made it seem like just a friendly thing instead of being Apple Bloom's order by holding the other two girl's bags over her shoulder.

If someone was being very observant, they may have noticed that Scootaloo - unlike someone who truly was carrying bags in a nonchalant manner - was making sure that despite them being slung over her shoulder that neither bag was getting excessively jostled. Neither girl would get their bag back in anything but the same condition they had tossed them to Scoots in.

"Oh, tomorrow's your birthday, right, Scoots?" Sweetie asked, looking over her shoulder to the tailing girl. Scootaloo gave a simple nod, following Apple Bloom's other order for the day to remain quiet. It was going to be difficult, but she was doing well so far.

"Yeah, Scoots is getting old on us." Apple Bloom chuckled, despite being the oldest of the group - though, in all honesty, it was by a matter of months. Sweetie gave a giggle at that comment. "We were gonna do something special in the evening for her birthday already, so if you want us fer some celebration yer gonna have to have it in the afternoon since I know none of us are particularly morning people. Not to be rude, mind you, just don't wanna double book the day."

Scootaloo weighed this in her mind as she walked, feeling it mostly true except for the morning comment. Apple Bloom was raised on a farm and had morning person in her blood. Scootaloo had also had a life that for many years meant that morning was a time she had to be ready for - namely when her parents would only be at home and awake in mornings as they packed for the next trip. Mornings, however, were reserved for the traditions of the household - certain things just weren't to change.

"Oh, don't worry. Rarity's been riding me hard to get my assignments done and it's probably going to take me all day today and tomorrow." Sweetie remarked. "I'll be sure to get you a gift, though." She said, looking back to Scootaloo, who gave a silent nod and smile in acknowledgment.

Sweetie gave a look that was somewhere between confused and concerned, obviously not sure how to take the silent treatment she was getting. Scoots was already sweating under the collar, hoping Sweetie would understand. She hated having to do something that might hurt her friend's feelings. This feeling was counterbalanced by the overwhelming desire to obey her mistress.

"I'm sure she'll enjoy anything you get her, even if it's just your time, sugar." Apple Bloom smirked, knowing her hand in the situation very clearly. Sweetie looked to Apple Bloom with a questioning stare. She was putting things together, though probably in the wrong order if Scoots had to guess. It certainly would've been strange for Apple Bloom to answer for Scootaloo, who was regularly oh so talkative.

Bloomie had said that this exercise in obedience was all to prepare Scoots for her gift tomorrow. If that was true, the gift would certainly be very interesting. She looked forward to it all the more at that instruction. If it was a gift that required her to be as obedient as possible, it was a gift well worth the wait. This fact, unfortunately, wouldn't be enough to not make Scootaloo feel terrible for giving Sweetie the silent treatment.

"Alright..." Sweetie murmured, soon enough getting herself back together as she shook off the oddity of the situation. "You better watch out though, Bloom, you're sounding more and more like your sister." It was Apple Bloom's turn to give a quizzical look at the other girl.

"The Hay you talkin' about?" Apple Bloom asked. Scoots smirked to herself, zoning out as the two girls went at it. Scootaloo, much like Sweetie, knew that Apple Bloom hated being compared to her sister - desperately wishing to be wholly different. It was one of the reasons why Apple Bloom had made efforts to lose a lot of her countryisms and accent - though these efforts were only so effective. Scootaloo had always avoided teasing Apple Bloom on that point, especially after they started the game. It wouldn't do to tease her mistress.

"Well, here's where we part ways." Sweetie said, breaking through Scootaloo's stream of distracting thoughts. Scoots quickly proffered the girl's bag with a smile. Sweetie looked at the bag and then at her silent friend. She was obviously not done with her thoughts on Scootaloo's newest oddity. "Uh... thanks, Scoots." She muttered as she took the bag before going in to her Home EC room. She was the only one of the three taking it this year - or any year unless Apple Bloom ordered otherwise. She had had Scoots take creative dressmaking as an elective in their senior year of high school - also known as last year - so having Scoots enroll in Home EC wasn't too out of the question.

"Come on, Scoots, I need to hit the stalls." Apple Bloom said even as she walked off. Scootaloo quickly followed after, recognizing the code. In public there might always be reason to talk privately and discuss something regarding the game; and so the system of codes had been made. Saying "I need to hit the stalls" as opposed to "restroom" meant that they needed a full discussion. Had she slipped in the words 'honey mustard' in conversation it meant that the game was off for the moment - helped by the fact that Apple Bloom hated honey mustard and so was unlikely to use it commonly. Saying 'anchovies' also had meaning, as did 'peaches' and 'pears', but those were... special.

Slipping into a stall together while no one was watching, Apple Bloom pointed at the toilet, and Scootaloo nodded, sitting down after lowering her pants and panties. Apple Bloom then sat on her pet's lap, planting her legs against the wall while wrapping her arms around Scoots' neck, hiding the fact that there were two girls in one stall for the most part. They had done it before, sometimes to sneak a make out session - or better if it came to it.

"Noticing you're being quiet like I asked, hun." Apple Bloom said in a whisper. Scootaloo nodded, not wanting to talk until she was directly told so. "Good, good. Noticing y'all're chaffing though. Pulling at the leash as it were." Scootaloo didn't respond, getting a smirk from Apple Bloom. "I'm proud you didn't crack with Sweetie, but I think we both can tell this ain't gonna work for too much longer, but I ain't gonna make this easy fer yuh. Not too easy at all." Apple Bloom smirked, and then pulled her girlfriend and pet in for a kiss that lasted a good long while.

Scootaloo melted into the kiss, all her muscles loosening as she reveled in the pleasure of just touching lips with her mistress. She could've stayed like that for an eternity, just kissing the woman she loved so much, but it wasn't to be. Especially seeing as they were in the bathroom and likely wouldn't be able to get pizza delivered to their stall. Most pizza shops frowned on delivery orders directed to 'third stall in the girls' bathrooms.'

Apple Bloom pulled back from Scoots, fixing her with a devilish smirk. "You can either go on not talking until we get back home, or..." She trailed off, letting Scootaloo linger with the thought for a while, "you can go the rest of the day without panties or bra." That was, surprisingly, a rather favorable deal all things considered. "Of course, not having bra or panties isn't all." There it was. "Going commando isn't fun unless you have something else you have to do. Isn't that right, pet?" Scootaloo again didn't reply.

Apple Bloom scooched closer to her pet's face with a devilish smile on her lips. "So what's it gonna be, honey?" Apple Bloom asked in a husky whisper. Scootaloo thought about it for a second, but already had an answer.

"I'll take off my panties and bra, Mistress." She said quietly. Apple Bloom smirked, moving one hand away from Scoots' neck and down the back of her shirt, skillfully removing her pet's bra without much effort.

"I'll hold onto this for you pet. I want you to put the panties into your backpack. Make it so if anyone looks inside your bag as you fish out a book they'll see your frilly-pinks." Scootaloo nodded to this. "Now get out there, sugar. I want to be hearing the gossip before the end of the day."

"Yes, Mistress." Scootaloo said as she bowed her head in submission. The thrill of the game continued to pound through her veins - the knowledge that if caught it wouldn't be world ending but very very embarrassing. The thought of being caught sent shivers through Scootaloo. Apple Bloom nodded to this silently and then left the stall, leaving Scoots to get herself back together - or perhaps more apart.

Giving Apple Bloom a few minutes head start, Scootaloo finally stood up, now pantiless, and exited her stall. As she washed her hands, she watched as two girls rushed inside of a stall with lightning speed. She only saw one thing for sure, but it was all she needed to see. The blur of rainbow colors was enough to identify one of the stall's occupants. The other was likely just another conquest that the particular girl had in her sight.

"Go get 'er, Rainbow." Scootaloo whispered to herself as she grabbed her pack from the floor, quickly shoving her panties in the top as she did.

Scootaloo sat down to her Public Speaking course, letting out a sigh as she propped her legs on the empty seat in front of her. Class wasn't due to start for another ten minutes, and for that she was glad. She was also glad she had sprung for jeans that morning instead of the miniskirt that had nearly won out. Going pantyless in a miniskirt - or really any other skirt that was in Scootaloo's collection - would've been a problem for when she kicked back in the minutes leading up to class.

A minute later the seat next to her was filled as a classmate took their place. Opening an eye, Scootaloo was greeted by the sight of an upperclassma- woman sitting down with a huff - namely Trixie. She obviously wasn't having the best of days, not just because of her sour disposition, but also because of the more than obvious attempt at hiding a stain on her shirt with her backpack. It looked like it might've been an exploding bottle of soda, or perhaps and unfortunate incident with a bottle of barbeque sauce. Either way, it was obvious it wouldn't be coming out without the use of something stronger than the water that was dripping off and pooling out from the area that Trixie had tried it on.

The sight of the backpack that hid the stain jumpstarted Scoots' memory, reminding her of the soft order in the stalls. Scoots leaned forward and unzipped her bag, bracing for the possible reaction she might get from her classmate. Just as she had expected, her panties were clearly visible on the top of the pile of stuff that filled her bag. She calmly pulled out the two books she needed, rezipped the bag, and leaned back in her chair, ready for anything.

A moment later she amended that to almost anything. Sneaking a quick glance at Trixie, she realized that either the girl didn't care or hadn't noticed. It was less exciting than she had hoped.

A cacophony from the back of the classroom interrupted her thoughts, as well as most the the classes conversations. Stumbling through the doorway was the class monitor for their group who was having a hard time managing to keep standing while also catching the pile of books and drinks she had been carrying.

It was times like these that convinced Scootaloo that she had precognition of a sort. She watched as the ever bumbling monitor stumbled in what seemed like slow motion. She could see the one book that was about to fall off, the several cups of any variety of drinks, and - to top it off - there of course was the one guy who hadn't noticed the intrusion because he was listening to music. It might've been precognition, or it might've been a good understanding of the tropes of this type of scenario, but in the end it resulted in the same finale.

Book falls of and adds to the trouble of standing up, girl stumbles, boy meets girl, explosion of all materials previously held, and then tray of drinks fall on nearest person who would be the most embarrassed if the drinks fell on them. Watching the cups fly through the air directly towards her, Scoots wondered idly if perhaps this was what had happened to Trixie's shirt. It was also at this point that Scoots realized that by turning as she had done to face the action that her bust - as compact as it was - was facing directly towards the oncoming splash with no way of blocking the liquid without creating more serious bodily harm.

Well, Mistress had ordered her to make sure the gossip was flowing before the end of the day.

Ditzy Doo, the class monitor for group three in Basics of Public Speaking, was not having a good day. Between bumping into Trixie and losing the first tray of drinks and getting a C minus on her most recent paper, she was also sleep deprived from several days straight of hard studying. That might explain why, after getting the second tray of drinks from the cafeteria and realizing that she'd be late to class, she broke into an ill-advised sprint across campus.

To be completely fair to the poor girl, she had done well while booking it across the open green between the cafeteria building and the building where the class would be held; she had even been as lucky as to catch the attention of a student as they entered so that they'd hold the door for her. It all started going downhill, though, when she took the last, and most frantic, turn.

It was a blind corner, and several students that were going to her class were also running a tad late. One thing led to another and her carefully stacked pile of books and precariously placed second tray of drinks had begun the irreversible process of escaping her grasp. She hit the doors at full speed, hoping beyond all hope that hitting the doors hard enough might set the book straight. It didn't, of course, because physics is a winsome yet fickle mistress that few can predict successfully.

Ditzy tried to stop it from happening, but between not seeing where she was going and the book that fell off the stack that tripped her up all the more, she crashed straight into a student, sending all her books and the tray of drinks flying. It was, without a doubt, a fine mess indeed. Papers were shunted this way and that, books danced through the air to land - as is the way with these sort of things - opened in the face of a student who had turned not a second earlier to see what was happening, and the drinks pirouetted majestically.

Ditzy scrambled to pick up her things, babbling a stream of apologies to everyone including the universe at large. It was then that she noticed where exactly the drinks had gone after pirouetting away from their tray. Scootaloo, one of those students that sat consistently towards the back row, now had a shirt that was completely drenched. Her pale shirt stood no chance of fending off the attack from the flying drinks, and was now, before the eyes of Ditzy, quite transparent. Of course, Scootaloo ran off to get this fixed almost as soon as it had dawned on her that it had happened, but she had lingered just that second too long.

Ditzy Doo, the class monitor for group three in Basics of Public Speaking, was suddenly having a good day.

Chapter 3: A Mistress' Love

Scootaloo danced in the living room as the last song drifted away. Unlike most times she did this, she was fully dressed - mostly because they had just gotten back from her birthday shopping trip at the mall. Usually she would've stripped the second she got in the door, but Apple Bloom had waved her off, saying there was something she had in mind for later. That always bode well in this household.

The next track began to play, the grungy style of the track scratching at every fiber of her being as the guitarist did his best, as he always did, to give the crowd something to love. The singer took to the mic, starting off by humming along to the tune before going into the lyrics.

We'll do it on the table!

Scootaloo froze when she realized the stereo had been paused. She blinked at Apple Bloom who simply shook her head, holding the remote for Scootaloo's new stereo.

"We are not listening to that one." She said with a sense of finality that stung Scootaloo.

"But... it's my favorite." Scootaloo whimpered, not wanting to disobey her mistress but also really wanting to listen to her favorite song. Apple Bloom took it well, never really having gotten into the spirit of disciplining even the slightest disobedience in her pet. It just wasn't in her nature even after nearly a year of doing it. There were some things that the farmgirl just hadn't gotten into as much as Scootaloo might've hoped - though she was glad she wasn't as into certain aspects as she might've thought. It was nice not having to worry about getting hogtied anytime she walked into the apartment.

"Look, honey, 'Hand Grenades' can be fun to listen to on occasion, but as soon as they say 'table' I'm done." Apple Bloom said finally. Scootaloo bowed her head, acquiescing to her mistress reluctantly. "Either way, time to get you ready for your very special present." Scootaloo's short lived sadness was immediately replace by anticipation at the mention of her 'special present'. In all honesty, she had thought that the stop at the lingerie shop in the mall was the present - seeing as usually Apple Bloom got hers at less specialized shops.

"Tonight I'm gonna give yuh something yeh've asked me for for a good long while. Somethin' yuh really want. Now, let's get yeh in the shower, sugar, I've got some very... particular preparations for yuh." Her mistress half ordered while opening the closet that held the hot water heater, removing a bag of supplies. It was likely the best place to hide things seeing as no one ever really went inside. Out of sight out of mind was the general feeling regarding that room.

'What could the gift be?' was generally what was going through Scootaloo's mind. It wasn't as if she had only ever expressed interest in one thing. She had asked for many things of her mistress and lover that hadn't been granted at the time. The question was, which of those things needed her to be in the shower for preparations? It wasn't as if she needed a shower seeing as all they had done was walked around the mall. If she was honest, she'd have eaten off of her tits for how clean she had been, or at least had felt she was. That, though, may not have been the best metric for cleanliness in their household.

Excitedly, Scoots made her way into the shower, going to take off her top only to get stopped by Apple Bloom's gentle yet firm hand. Looking at her mistress, she saw the burning intent in her gaze and understood a part of what she was about to go through. That and the bag wasn't exactly the best at hiding its contents. Apple Bloom swatted her in the bum, sending her into the shower with a yelp.

"Now, pet, we're gonna have some real fun tonight." Apple Bloom said with a devious smile. "It's taken a great deal o' plannin' to get this all together, but anythin' is worth it fer my pet." She emphasized this with a rough petting that was closer to a noogie than Apple Bloom's usual style of pets. Scoots wasn't entirely sure which she preferred. "I'm so proud hearin' that you ran through the busy halls with a wet shirt. Good way of keepin' yerself clear and still folowin' yer mistress' orders. Good pet, good girl!" Scoots smiled at the praise, pressing against the hand happily.

"Alright, let's get yuh started, darlin'. Time to have some fun." With that, Apple Bloom set down the bag and walked up towards her lover, fixing her with the most bedroomy bedroom eyes that had ever eyed Scootaloo - whether in the bedroom or not. Her mistress circled her, the sense that she needed to stay still for this taking hold as she waited for whatever was going to happen next. Apple Bloom traced a hand across Scoots' tight ass, letting the hand graze the other girl's arm before circling about and swiping up the belly, sending electric thrills of pleasure crackling through Scoots' being.

Apple Bloom smiled at her, stepping closer, setting her hand on her lover's shoulders. "Remember how I told you to dress in as ratty of clothin' as you had today?" Apple Bloom asked, her grin growing devilish. Scootaloo gave a short nod, followed promptly by a loud gasp that accompanied the tearing of cloth as Apple Bloom - harnessing the power of a true workhorse - grasped the cloth of her pet's shirt firmly and tore the pathetic thing into two.

Scootaloo suddenly felt a lot more vulnerable and, because of that vulnerability and the situation she was in, very very horny. Apple Bloom let go of the cloth tatters, placing a hand on Scoots' collarbone, running it down to the bra. She cupped her hand under one of Scoots' boobs - though because of the size it was basically the same as fondling the girl - and gave a little squeeze.

She seemed to continue considering the breast and the bra that concealed it for a bit, placing a hand once more on Scoot's shoulder in an almost amicable gesture. In a blur, she latched onto the bra, looping her fingers between the fabric and the boobflesh, and yanked harshly - the hand on the shoulder bracing Scootaloo as intended. The cloth dangled uselessly, half in Apple Bloom's hand and the other half holding on desperately to Scoots' other tit. Apple Bloom dusted it off of Scootaloo's shoulder as if it were an annoying stray hair, smiling all the while at her pet.

"Tell me, pet, how does this make you feel? What thoughts are rattling around that air-filled head of yours?" Apple Bloom said in a whisper, leaning in closer to her lover. Scootaloo trembled for a moment, piecing herself together as her mistress leaned back.

"I... I-I'm... I'm very horny. I'm s-s-so wet." She confessed honestly, doing her best to keep hold of herself and not spring on Apple Bloom like the wild animal she felt she could easily be. Apple Bloom smirked, lowering herself to attend to the lower parts of her pet's clothing. "I want you. I want you to fuck me. Oh, Mistress, I need you." She said breathlessly as Apple Bloom inspected the ratty shorts she had put on.

Apple Bloom, not needing to care about what she did to the poor things, grabbed onto either side of the main button and pulled - bursting it clean off. "I love you, Mistress Apple Bloom!" Scootaloo shouted as if she had orgasmed from the release of her shorts. Apple Bloom smiled at the pronouncement. There was never any doubt that Scootaloo loved her even when she had to do something she rather not, but hearing it being said was always - and would always be - nice. "Please, please take me and do what ever you want! Please, Mistress!"

"As if I need my pet's permission to treat her like I want." Apple Bloom scoffed. She jerked the shorts down around Scootaloo's ankles and then looked at the panties. They were more like boy shorts than panties - though then again Apple Bloom had heard boy shorts were just another type of panties, something she wasn't entirely in agreement with. This particular pair was anything but sexy, being stained with any number of things - most of which Apple Bloom didn't want to think about despite the fact she likely had been present for most of them.

With as little care as she could manage - which still permitted a good bit of care in the end - she placed a hand against Scoots' belly before pulling on the underwear with such force the already dying elastic gave a final tear of agony before bursting at the seams. Holding the tattered remains of the undies in her hand, she smirked at it and then turned her attention back to Scoots as she stood.

"Alright, step outta yer pants and kick them sandals off before I gotta whoop yeh." She said, absentmindedly gripping the torn boy shorts like a stress toy. Scootaloo, with a nervous yet horny smile, did as she had been ordered. A moment later, she was as nude as she could be before her mistress, who admired every inch of her. It did her good to see the love of her life looking at her like that, and did her more good to know that this was only the start of their evening.

"Open yer yap and stick that pretty tongue of yours out, pet." Apple Bloom ordered with a devilish smirk. Without a thought, Scootaloo complied, doing as her mistress had ordered. Holding her Scoots' mouth open with a thumb and forefinger pressing against either side of the chin, Apple Bloom smiled at the sight, leaning forward. Scootaloo froze slightly as she felt her mistress kiss her tongue - an odd thing in Scoots' experience.

Apple Bloom gave the tongue a soft suck, running her own across the supple pink flesh. Scootaloo did her best to not quake too much as her mistress lavished such attention on her. It was orgasmic! She loved the feelings that her mistress could bring to light. It made her only that much more determined to obey her.

Her mistress pulled away after a long moment, smiling at her pet while still holding onto Scootaloo's chin. She then held up the torn panties, wiggling her eyebrows briefly before carefully pushing the scrap of cloth into her pet's mouth. Scootaloo, unwilling to disappoint her mistress, reframed from the reflex to spit the cloth out. It was good she had decided to obey her mistress' command earlier that day and wash all the pieces of her ensemble thoroughly. Now all that tainted the cloth beyond the stains that would never leave was what sweat Scootaloo had put into it and the drippings of arousal she had left behind.

"Suck on that, sugar, while I keep at it, hmm?" Her mistress smiled. Scootaloo nodded wordlessly while still holding her panties in her mouth. Her tongue extended was now trapped partially outside of her mouth as she began to suckle at the cloth. She could taste herself in the cloth - not so much of a surprise - and relished it along with the pervading sense of humiliation that it provided her.

Scoots would've smiled at Apple Bloom if not for the panties as the love of her life looked over every inch of the naked girl. She was naked, and not just naked, but had been stripped. She loved the humiliating process her mistress had put her through. True, it wasn't simple humiliation - more than enough love slipping into the shows of strength over each tattered piece of cloth - but even so the thrill of the show was amazing.

Apple Bloom left Scootaloo in the shower a moment later, grabbing something out of the bag and plugging it in. She turned to her pet and revealed an electric razor. "Now, yah see, I usually do this with a straight razor myself, but I did have to do it with an ol' buzzer the first time to get it where I could manage it with the razor." Scootaloo was initially confused by this, but clarity quickly dawned. There was only two places that her mistress used a straight razor, much less needed one. One of those two she was already as smooth as Apple Bloom, and so as smooth as she could be - that being her legs and arms. The other...

With every bit of her willpower, she kept her arms at her side before folding them behind her back in her presentation stance, knowing what was about to happen. She took solace in sucking at her old panties, the nonflavor giving her something to focus on. Apple Bloom turned on the electric razor, filling the small room with the echoing buzz of its motor - sending another thrill of fear coursing through Scootaloo. Kneeling down in front of her pet, Apple Bloom looked up at her Scootaloo holding up the razor.

"I order you, pet, to stay right there until I'm good and done with my work." Apple Bloom ordered with a tone she rarely used - one of final authority that would give no room for back talk or discussion of any kind. This was her mistress' will, the will that would not be defied. Scootaloo gulped the spit that had filled her mouth as she sucked and slowly nodded her acknowledgement. Apple Bloom, satisfied by her pet's compliance, then set to work.

A second later, Scootaloo felt the razor buzzing against her crotch as her mistress trimmed off the tuft of pubic hair Scootaloo had left herself. She knew this day was coming, knew that eventually her mistress would either order her to or would herself - as she was now - shave off the last bit of pubic hair she had. She took a steadying breath in through her nose, letting her mind drift away from the thoughts that wanted to crowd her mind's real estate. She had to think about other things that weren't involved in her hang ups or any desire that was against obeying her mistress.

The embarrassment of the situation washed over her, even though the girl before her had seen her in far more compromising positions. Somehow this act, this particular act, was far more... intimate. It struck a chord in her - just the right chord. She loved it. The embarrassment flooded through her and she loved every second of it. It sent thrilling shocks of pleasure through her along the same paths that screamed in embarrassment.

From the shaving to the panties that she sucked away at, the whole scene was one not of pure debauchery, but certainly very close to it - though that was up to the person. She loved and hated it - the odd quirk of her humiliation fetish. Fetishizing her own humiliation wasn't enough to make her always and completely enjoy the feeling of humiliation, but it was enough to make her not back off when the first burning tingle singed her.

She closed her eyes, still sucking away, still trying desperately trying to not think. If she thought she surely would've bucked Apple Bloom away. True, her mistress had already started so stopping her now would leave a half finished job that would only look better if finished. She forced herself to submit to the humiliation that she loved and feared.

It didn't even take a minute before the razor turned off. Her thoughts and inner struggle had made it feel much longer, but Apple Bloom was nothing if not efficient. Scootaloo opened her eyes and looked down, only to see her mistress bending back to grab two bowls she knew well enough from her mistress' ritual every morning.

Taking up some cream from one bowl, Apple Bloom smeared it across the last bit of pubic stubble that remained. She then reached back to her back pocket and drew out the curved handle that flipped out into her portable straight razor. It was at this point that all doubt about this being premeditated was burnt away. There was now no way that this was a spur of the moment part of the plan. That razor never left the counter, and yet it had been in her mistress' pocket, ready to be retrieved for use.

The thought of that razor in mistress' pocket - that it might've been there the whole time while they walked through the mall - it was enough to send orgasmic shivers through Scootaloo and to quicken her pace of sucking at her now thoroughly damp panties that were only slightly damper than they would've been if pressed against her lower lips. In that thought, the thought that Apple Bloom - her devilish Bloomie - could've brought her to the bathrooms in the mall to shave her then... it was just so good!

Pressing a warm towel from the rack against the blade, Apple Bloom then set about shaving off the last bit of hair from Scootaloo. It felt... nice. The warmth, the gliding motion of the blade, and the feeling of the cream easing the blades way across her skin. It felt right in a way that Scootaloo couldn't quite express. A moment later, Apple Bloom dipped a cloth in the other bowl of water and cleaned off the last bit of lathering cream and shavings that had clung on for dear life.

Apple Bloom nodded at her work, standing up to look into her pet's eyes. "Now that's a good puppy." She said with a kind smile, rubbing the back of her hand down Scoot's cheek. Scootaloo closed her eyes, resting in that feeling as it lasted. The touch of her mistress was caring and provided a comfort that Scootaloo couldn't find anywhere else. A shelter against the uncertainties life could brew for her.

"Alright, out with yeh, I gotta clean this all up." Mistress ordered with a smile and a swat to the backside. "Get on the floor like a good puppy and wait in the livin' room." Scootaloo immediately fell to the floor and scampered off to wait for her mistress. She could hear the shower running behind her, a good reason why she had gotten her shaving in the shower. It certainly made cleaning it up that much easier. She plonked her ass down in the center of the room, facing towards the direction her mistress would come from.

Scootaloo couldn't wait, her brief glimpse of some of the bag's contents giving her enough anticipation to last her lifetimes. She wondered how much fun her mistress had planned for her. It was her birthday, but that really didn't mean too much in the grand scheme of things. Apple Bloom was the only reason that today meant anything more than a reason to have cake and some cards.

A short few moments later, her mistress arrived, a smile that revealed her intent plainly across her features. "Alright, bitch, get up. I need yer arse up an' at 'em." Her mistress ordered. She obeyed instantly, the inclusion of 'bitch' a strange one to Scootaloo, who was far more used to being called 'pet' by the rather mildly mannered Apple Bloom. Said girl was setting down the bag before her pet. Reaching in, she pulled out the first item, the one item Scoots had seen poking out. A headband with puppy ears that were the color she was. 'Gamboge' a voice in her hind brain whispered, but she promptly ignored it in favor of the marvelous ears. With a static buzz of pleasure, she felt them getting placed on her head.

"Yeh like that, huh?" Her mistress asked rubbing Scoots' head affectionately. Scoots smiled around the wad of her panties at the pets. She loved them; she loved all of this! Her own ears! Oh, what fun this surely foretold to the girl! She could hardly wait!

Apple Bloom smiled as she fished about the bag for the next item. Pulling it out, Scootaloo's eyes widened in a combination of excitement, fear, and erotic tension. A butt plug, but not just any. On the end that would stick out of her 'arse' was a tail. The very color of her hair. Just like the ears, it was an irrevocable token of her being a pet for her mistress.

"Spit them panties out, girl." Mistress ordered, holding out a hand to receive the sopping wet cloth. Scootaloo obediently let the cloth fall out of her mouth and into her mistress' extended hand. Somehow releasing the panties from her mouth was even more embarrassing than taking them in. It gave Scoots an electric thrill of pleasure along with the twinge of humiliation.

Tossing it behind her shoulder, Mistress smiled at her pet. Apple Bloom then held out the tail with a devilish smile. It was amazing what that smile could say without words. Scootaloo leaned forward towards the metal plug, sniffing it in trepidation. Flicking her eyes up to her mistress, she saw Apple Bloom nodding as she continued to smirk.

Scoots inched forward and opened her mouth. Moving forward, she enveloped the cold metal with her lips, sucking on it as she had done with the boy shorts that now lay soaked and crumpled on the floor. It tasted like nothing in particular. Sure, there was the taste of metal, but that was as noticeable as the taste of a utensil while having dinner - not that Scoots had used those in the past year except in the school's cafeteria.

She let her tongue swirl around the metal, her mind letting her know without a doubt which hole was next to get this plug slotted into it. She shivered at the thought and sucked and swirled her tongue around it with all the more ferocity. It was wonderful!

Evidently her mistress thought she had had enough, and without any warning yanked the toy out of her pets mouth with a lewd pop. Apple Bloom then stood up and walked around to be behind her, filling Scootaloo with anticipation of the painful pleasure she was about to get a load of.

"Alright now, brace yerself, pet. 'Cuz once I get this thing in yeh I ain't about to pull it out." Her mistress said in an even tone. Scootaloo braced herself and yelped as she felt the metal plug - far wider than any she had used before - spread her open wide. She could sense - or at least she thought she could - the feeling of her drool trickling out of her ass. It was pleasure accompanied by just the right twinge of pain as her butt was filled to bursting with the toy - made only that much better by the spit that had lubricated it.

"In case yeh weren't too quick on the up take, for the night yeh're gonna be completely puppy. No person left, iffin yeh catch my drift." Mistress told her little puppy. Indeed she did catch her drift. It was... it was more than she could hope for! She would've lept for joy, but instead she did what puppies did.

Scoots twirled about on all fours, looking to see if she could see the tail sticking out. She could! Just barely as she turned she could see just the barest glimpse of the tip of the tail as it waved behind her. She loved it! Stopping before she got herself too dizzy, she looked up to her mistress and yipped happily, getting a smile from the girl, the only girl in the room at that point.

"That's good. Glad teh see yer happy, but we ain't done." Her mistress teased, turning back to the bag. Scootaloo bounded up beside it and sniffed, wondering what could come next. With a thrill, she watched as a collar was brought out. Despite doing pet play for nearly a year now, never once had a collar been involved - a fact that continually surprised Scootaloo who had expected one to appear day two if not day one.

Dangling off of the red leather collar was a tag that simply read 'Scoots'. "Don't want anyone to not know who you is, right?" Mistress said as she undid the buckle before wrapping it around Scoots' neck. The cold tinge of the leather touching her skin was amazing. It felt like completion as it was firmly secured to her at the point that if one more notch had been used she'd have choke. It was amazing!

A stray thought crossed Scoots' mind as she basked in the sensation of the collar. It was the realization that despite what might be thought by others she'd keep this collar on even while they weren't playing. It was a commitment that Mistress hadn't asked for, but one she'd keep to. Sure, she might take the tag off to not arouse suspicion, but the leather would only leave her during baths and when her mistress ordered it - which Scoots only could hope would not be any time soon.

Mistress stroked her delicate fingers through Scoots' hair, running it down her neck and down the arch of her back. "That's a good girl, Scoots. Good girl." Scoots wiggled her back leg in happiness even as she stood there. There just was nothing better than being called a good girl! She just loved it! Mistress then grabbed the last thing from the bag, tossing said bag to the side after removing the object. It was... a leash! A red leather leash that matched her collar exactly!

Scoots sat down on reflex, giving Mistress easy access to the collar. She squeaked in happiness and surprise at the feeling of her tail against her butt and ankles - not to mention the slight pushing in of the plug. It was all just so amazing! Mistress smiled at her, and then hooked the shiny metal clip onto the loop that held Scoots' tag. The click of it sent shivers down her spine. This was where she was meant to be. This was right! If only she could be like this every day then the world would be perfect!

Mistress smiled at her pet, though a second later she pulled out her phone. The sound of a message getting tapped out made Scoots cock her head. Whatever could her mistress want to send to someone? Whatever it was, there was more than one message sent - and likely to more than one person. Mistress didn't make her messaging habits known as she put away the phone and looked back at her pet before looking at the leash.

An odd look took Mistress' eyes, one that Scoots wasn't used to. She couldn't quite place it before it left and her Mistress looked back at her pet who panted lovingly in response, letting her tongue lull out freely. Mistress smiled and nodded.

"Ok, girl, let's go fer a walk." Mistress said happily as she moved to the door. Scootaloo froze, her eyes locking on the suddenly ominous front door. "Come on, girl, let's go. I know you love yer walks." Scootaloo's heart thudded furiously in her chest, feeling like it would burst. A quick glance at the window showed it was dark outside, but even so. Sure, she had been naked outside before, but that was in the small garden in the back at the dead of night. She was safe from prying eyes there, but out there? What was Apple Bloom thinking‽

"Scoots, get yer keister over here, girl." Mistress ordered firmly without shouting, giving a sharp tug to the leash to drive the point home. Scoots snapped out of her anxiety and slowly shuffled after her mistress. This was right, this was good. She just needed to smooth out her nerves. Scoots slowly built up her courage as she made her way to the front door. It opened, and as it did a rush of cold night air flowed in and gnawed at her. Her resolve wavered until she looked up at her mistress who gave her a confident smile.

"Come on out, girl, we got a walk to take." She said with all the confidence in the world. Scoots looked out to the street, noticing how empty it seemed. She took a deep breath in and then made her way out behind her Mistress.

Chapter 4: While Walking Down the Street

Leaving the house behind, Mistress locked the door, leaving the light on for the sake of the thing. After all, they usually were always inside at this time of night for any number of reasons - most of which were reasons to be thankful that the walls were very good at absorbing sound. No reason to make anyone think they weren't following the usual routine.

Making their way down the path to the sidewalk beside the main road, Scoots did her best to keep herself together. Not only was she dealing with anxiety, but also a sense of humiliation and embarrassment - which brought an unfortunate burning to her nethers. She was enjoying this, but she was also very very fearful. Mistress must've been confident to do this, otherwise she never would've. There had to be a sort of safety net in play. Some ace up the sleeves that Scoots wasn't wearing.

A thought crossed Scoots mind. She might be the ace. Mistress might offer anyone who saw them a go at her. She was Mistress', so she could have anything done to her that Mistress wanted. If that meant fucking anyone that saw or stopped them, so be it.

Scoots suddenly felt herself wishing to be caught. She not only wanted a way to satiate her lust that was ever building, but she also wanted a way to show her mistress exactly how devoted she was to obeying every order. She was just as much her mistress' slut as she was her puppy.

Reaching the sidewalk, they set off down the path, every step giving Scoots confidence as she lifted her head with ever growing pride. Had she control over her tail she'd have raised it up high. She was growing stronger in the face of the pressure that mounted. Every step was a chance to be caught outside like this, and yet she wasn't quite as fearful as she might've and had been. Her mistress was doing this for her, and that alone gave her so much happiness. She couldn't throw away her mistress' gift, it just wouldn't be right.

They continued their way down the path when, through the night's gloom and the occasional street light, both of them saw someone walking down the opposite direction they were on the same path they were. At first, Scoots couldn't quite tell who it was, but after a short while it became ever so clear.

Sweetie Belle...

Oh goodness, no!

Not losing all her nerve, Scoots cowered behind her mistress while moving along. There was zero chance that Sweetie Belle would miss her, but hope many times was quantified in numbers lower than zero. Appl- Mistress, for her part, didn't seem concerned. She was directly connected to Scoots in this matter, and yet she seemed unconcerned with the potential ramifications of this situation.

Slowly they approached, and all at once, Sweetie Belle looked up from her phone that had distracted her to that point. She smiled as she noticed Mistress, going to wave and say a greeting, only to notice who was at the end of the leash that her friend held. Sweetie Belle faltered, coming to a stand still as she looked over Scootaloo, reduced to all fours with nothing on her to hide anything.

"Hey, Sweetie, how yah doin'? See yah got my message!" Mistress said as she closed the gap, Scoots doing her best to not run away and ruin the effort her mistress had put into the present. This was either the present or part of it - that much was becoming abundantly clear to Scoots. Her frantic mind clamored that this had to be just the prelude. Surely there was more than just exposing their friend to their perversions? Surely Apple Bl- Mistress had more planned for her? Even if there wasn't it wasn't as if she'd run without permission. She was a good girl. She had to be!

Sweetie continued to just stand there, mouth agape as she looked between the two girls, unsure what to make of it. "H-hi..." She said finally. "W-what is... what... I... I'm not... you look gr-..." Sweetie tried, stopping herself each time as she failed to comprehend the situation before her or how she should react.

"You like my puppy, Sweetie? She's a beauty, right?" Mistress asked, prodding Sweetie towards the right direction with gentle insistence. Sweetie seemed to collect herself a tad bit more as she focused on her standing friend's face. It was like all that needed to be known was written on the other girl's face and she just had to read it to get caught up.

"Y-yeah, she's cute." Sweetie agreed hesitantly. She stooped down, running a tentative hand down Scoots head and along her neck. She stopped short of the back, watching scoots carefully to gauge her reaction. Scoots - still relatively unsure of herself and a decent bit uncomfortable - did her best to pant happily and nuzzle into the hand despite her inner voice screaming to run and hope that Sweetie forgot all of this by the next day of school.

Sweetie's trepidation seemed to ease up slightly as she smiled at Scoots, rubbing the side of her face. "C-cute." She repeated almost to herself. Her hand slid to Scoots' chin, giving gentle scritches that Scoots responded to with a happy whine. Sweetie backed off at that, blinking at Scoots as she tried to process what was happening in front of her. A lot of things likely weren't making a great deal of sense to her - or perhaps they were making too much sense. More sense than she might've been comfortable with them making.

"Rub her belly, she loves that." Mistress said with her voice ringing with that devilish smirk that said her intentions all too clearly. Scoots locked up slightly, but relaxed a second later. She was Mistress'. She was ready to fuck if necessary and if ordered, getting petted was nothing by comparison - though by an equally valid method of comparison, it was far worse.

"M-may I?" Sweetie asked, looking at Scoots, but Scoots, the puppy that she was, didn't answer. How could she? Puppies didn't talk. They just barked, whined, whimpered, and snorted - with special allowances for specialized noises whose names sounded like euphemisms for far dirtier acts.

"Of course." Mistress replied for her pet, her voice still drenched in the unseen smile. "Roll over, Scoots." Scoots, the ever obedient pet, rolled onto her back without a second thought. She realized as she did that she did so in the way her mistress had taught her to - a way that gave open and free access to both the breasts as well as the nethers. She didn't cover up though, because - again - why would she? She was a puppy. Puppies didn't cover up, they weren't ashamed of anything that might be seen.

Sweetie, though, was obviously feeling enough embarrassment to compensate for the lack of it that Scoots was showing - though deep down she really was feeling it quite heavily. Slowly moving her shaking hand forward, Sweetie fought a variety of emotions - some of which she never knew she could feel in this sort of situation. She flinched as her finger tips touched Scoots abdomen, the feeling of warm skin under her touch a strange one when it wasn't her own. Only feeling with her fingers and not her belly - or other parts - was a strange change for the girl who was so used to just doing this on her own.

Gathering her courage, she began to rub up and down. Scoots egged her on as her left hindleg began to bounce. Somehow, that sight alone seemed to break through a wall of Sweetie's, who began to rub her more freely while cooing over the girl that lay on her back on the sidewalk while acting so much like a dog. It flipped some switch in her, a switch she didn't know she had.

"W-who's a good girl? Who's a good girl?" She asked, confidence beginning to pour into her voice. "You are! You're a good girl! Such a good girl!" Scoots for her part panted happily as she got the belly rubs. It was wonderful being treated with so little regard. It felt somehow right. The submissive in her smiled and nodded, knowing exactly why - even if the rest of her was clueless, but happy all the same.

A slip of the hand, whether intentional on some level or not, stopped the happiness though. Sweetie's hand had drifted a tad higher than before as she rubbed Scoots - perhaps her enthusiasm having carried her beyond her own limits - and caused an unintentional groping of the doggie-girl. The puppy Scoots, for her part, didn't quite mind seeing as she had been groped by her mistress at various points; but Sweetie was a different matter.

The other girl froze as soon as her hand touched the boob. She stayed there, hand on boob as her braincells bounced together in an explosion of paperwork as signals were crossed, decrossed, recrossed, and double crossed. Signals bounced back and forth and nothing made sense. She stayed there, blinking as her hand rested on the modest bust. Absentmindedly, Sweetie squeezed lightly, getting a stifled moan from Scoots who enjoyed the attention, no longer caring about the embarrassment that it was causing.

This too seemed to break through to the other girl, who smiled to herself a smile not all too dissimilar to her mistress'. "You like getting pet there, puppy?" Sweetie asked slowly. Scoots panted happily in response to the inquiry, her eyes rolling back as her tongue lulled out on its own. Sweetie seemed to rally as her one hand continued to 'pet' Scoots one boob while the other ran up and down her belly. Scoots wiggled about in pleasure as Sweetie payed her all the attention she had ever wanted.

Scoots, caught up in the attention, didn't even notice how the hand that pet her belly slowly drifted lower and lower - much as the first had strayed upwards. She did realize once it touched there. She gave a surprised and pleasured yelp as Sweetie let her finger graze across her honeypot that was already leaking. Sweetie, somehow having gotten past her initial hang ups, slid two fingers into Scoots sopping wet pussy, gaining a deep, lustful moan from Scoots.

"Speak, girl." Sweetie's voice reached her hindbrain. Without needing to process the command, Scoots let out a small bark, only to find something plunging into her mouth. She quickly realized what it was as she tasted a flavor she knew well enough - her own. She suckled dutifully at Sweetie's two digits, both having been soaked in Scoots' own juices despite only having entered for a short moment.

Sweetie smiled as she looked over Scoots, not even seeing the girl before her - though she was very much in front of her. She coped as she could, seeing a doggie - a puppy - where Scoots lay. Her hands strayed over the prone girl with curiosity and a small lust that made marble white girl's heart pound that much harder.

One hand strayed across Scoots' face, feeling the girl - no puppy's - petite nose, her small lips, and thin eyebrows. The hand played with Scoots' bangs, fiddled with the girl's ears - particularly the earlobes that didn't hang free like most everyone's. Sweetie let her fingers glide down the puppy's face, the tingling sensation sending thrills through Scoots who loved the attention and humiliation.

Her other hand, though, was far more interesting to Scoots. It started caressing her breasts, swirling about and gripping each mound. It gave each nipple a gentle tease, bringing Scoots pleasure through both embarrassment and the physical avenues. It was just wonderful!

The hand slid down, running across her belly - leaving sparks of pleasure behind its gentle touch as it went. She teased Scoots' bellybutton before going lower. Both hands grabbed onto a leg, feeling her thighs in all their heft. They went up and down across her skin. It was orgasmic!

The hands ran down, feeling up every inch they could. They rubbed Scoots' feet lovingly, swirling about each toe in curiosity. They then went back up, feeling each bit a second time before swinging down. Scoots' thrust her hips up, letting Sweetie get to where she wanted to be.

The two hands gripped Scoots' ass, squeezing the decently sized rear in admiration and growing lust. "Apple Bloom..." Sweetie began, looking between the girl and her puppy. She had a growing need, but whether or not she could go through with it was another question entirely.

"Yeah, Sweetie?" Mistress encouraged. Maybe encouraged was the wrong word, but it was the best way to phrase it. Her tone said everything she didn't, and it was enough to break through to Sweetie who found her courage rallying in spite of what she faced.

"Your puppy... she's wet. I think she needs attention." Sweetie said, her voice small. Mistress leaned in and nodded, seeing Scoots' dribbling pussy.

"Yup, she gets that way when she's all excited." Mistress said in a way that was some nonchalant that it looped right back to being chalant all over again. Sweetie gulped, swallowing her fear as much as her spit.

"May I... attend to her?" Sweetie asked, not sure how to phrase her desires.

"Wanna fuck 'er?" Mistress clarified with her devilish smile. "Go ahead, have at her as much as yeh want." Scoots almost bawked at this, but was stopped by the sensation of Sweetie attacking her nethers. The feeling of kisses and licks across her pussy was enough to shake free any errant thoughts of disobedience.

Sweetie, for her part, was actually completely inexperienced in cunnilingus, but she did her very best based on what she knew felt good to her. She could only assume that Scoots, a girl like her on some level, would like similar things in the attentions payed to her pussy. Scoots' barely contained moans and yelps reinforced this notion.

Her taste was... well, she had nothing to compare it against. Sweetie had never tried her own femcum, much less anything else. Scoots tasted a tad bit salty, but with just that hint of sweetness that made it not too unappealing. Scoots, for her part, was simply enjoying the attention while doing her best to not make too much of a ruckus. There was still a chance that someone would come upon them in the dark streets and she didn't feel like encouraging them. Unless Mistress ordered it, of course.

It a burst of pleasure, Scoots came. Whimpering as she did, she let Sweetie take as much of it as she wanted. In the end it turned out that Sweetie wanted a lot of it. As Scoots drifted back down from her orgasm, Sweetie set her down carefully. Never had she seen her friend like this, and now that she had there were things that rattled about her mind. She was as aglow as Scoots, and worse yet, she didn't have the same outlet.

"You have a very good doggie, Apple Bloom." Sweetie said finally with a devilish grin as she stood up. "You treat her well now." Mistress guffawed loudly at that.

"As if I wouldn't! You take care, Sweetie." She said as the other girl slowly walked off - thoughts of visiting the couple while they were at home drifting across her mind. If it was anywhere as fun as this interaction, Sweetie couldn't wait. Scoots, however, was simply basking in the pleasure she had been given, no real thoughts in her mind as she lay on her back.

"Now that's a good girl." Mistress said to her pet. "Get up, girl, we gotta get to the park. Don't wanna keep yer date waiting." Scoots' eyes opened as fast as lightning as she rolled back to all fours. The prospect of a 'date' waiting at the park was... it was exhilarating! She could imagine her mistress making good on the playing threat of having her pet fuck one of the guys they had gone to school with - or even a total stranger to Scoots.

Then again... could Mistress actually have done it? Had Mistress arranged for another puppy to meet and play with her? The thought sent shivers through her. If Mistress had somehow found someone willing to let their pet play with the naked girl who acted like a puppy then... wow. Scoots was simply bursting with anticipation. It was all too much, and they were only starting!

To be fair, it wasn't long of a wait, seeing as it wasn't that long of a walk. On all fours it was slower, but even so it only took a few minutes of making their way through the surprisingly empty streets of the town. The thought that Mistress went on nightly runs struck Scoots - a thought that might explain how Mistress was so confident that they could get away with this. Sweetie was likely an oddity for the situation, but even so it was a welcome one for both of them - not to mention one that it seemed that Mistress had arranged.

Scoots had to contend with her own leaking as she crawled along, the teasing Sweetie had given her - though brief - had been enough to last her for a good long while. Even as they walked off the concrete path and onto the prickly grass of the park, Scoots still felt the occasional drip from her leaking sex as well as the persistent stream that dribbled down her leg. She felt she could fuck a dozen guys if need be - she certainly was conditioned to take it.

"I think I see your play date partner over there." Mistress said in a calm voice. "I was hoping to get here before they did, but we can't have everything, pet." Scoots strained to see who or what her mistress was talking about. She couldn't see anything but a very poofy bush. At least, she thought it was a bush at first. When it started moving towards them she had doubts.

When said moving bush moved into the light of one of the park lamps, she had her confirmation of the reality of the situation. Pinkie Pie, wearing her usual shirt and slacks, stood there with a ginormous smile across her face - it was almost as big as her humungous hungolomghnonoloughongous. The pudgy girl was in the top ten racks of Canterlot High when she was younger, which meant she was now top five at university. Number three to be exact - though rumor had it that if the other girls stopped boosting their busts that they'd be beat by the pink party animal.

"Alright, head on over and say hi, Scoots." Mistress said as she unhooked Scoots' leash. "Don't be rude now." Scoots bounded off immediately, more than pleased at the prospect of playing with the busty woman. Was this the date? Was she to play with the ever energetic Pinkie? She couldn't wait!

Even as she made her way quickly over something seemed... off. Suddenly she froze as another form entered the light of the lamp. Beside the busty pink broad, a figure at about Scoots' level strolled up. A figure she knew very well. It... it simply couldn't be!

Chapter 6: Offers, Information, and Affirmations

Scootaloo rolled over in bed, muttering in her half asleep state. She wrapped herself tightly in the blankets, giving a contented sigh as she settled back down. A light in her brain sprang to life, noticing that, for some reason, something that wasn't the consistency of her juices was trickling out of her. She scrunched her face, not wanting to actually get up yet.

That changed as last night flooded over her all at once.

In a flurry of motion, she shot upright and looked at herself. Her pubes were gone. The tail was gone and, yes - confirmed by a quick hand wave - so was her ears. She reached to touch her neck, her heart quickening in unknown panic as she did. A second later she felt leather under her digits.

Letting out a breath she hadn't known she had been holding, she let her fingers dance across the collar, finding the tag. She couldn't see it no matter how she craned her neck to look, but she did see the dribble coming out of her pussy. She hesitantly scooped up a tad of it and brought it up to her eyes for inspection. It was... well it did look like cum.

She lapped it up, noting it did taste a bit like Da-... Rainbow Dash! She had eaten out and had been fucked by RAINBOW FUCKING DASH! Beyond that, Rainbow was... was... a puppy? Scoots blinked, feeling something in her drop in sadness at that realization.

It had taken until that moment to truly realize that, deep down, she had held out hope that Rainbow would turn out in the end to be her dominant. It was weird on a certain level to Scoots. She loved Apple Bloom, her Mistress; so why had she held out that hope - even if subconsciously? Could she even have had two mistresses? Was that a thing?

She slipped out of the bed, finally noticing that the room she was in was not her Mistress and hers. She also noticed how weird it felt to stand on two legs. It was odder than it ever had been. Something in her, for some reason, was telling her - no, screaming at her - that standing like a person was... wrong. Unnatural.

As if in a trance, she slumped to her knees in a slow gliding motion before taking to all fours. It was... better. The natural state she was meant to be in. She thought on this for a second as she looked about the room. Sure, when she had first started being a puppy she had felt the whole 'all fours' thing was odd. Over time it had become easier and easier to be on her hands and knees while at home. But now?

She wasn't at home, and yet it felt so good to be on all fours. Was it something to do with last night? Possibly. She had submitted in a way she never had before. She had broken through barriers she had never expected to. She had lusted after breaking those taboo barriers ever since Apple Bloom had accepted, but the chance of succeeding at that dream always seemed farfetched. But now... wow.

Her mind returned to the room about her, which she now began to inspect. It didn't take long to confirm the suspicion she had had to begin with. On the night stand was a picture of Pinkie and Rainbow hugging each other happily. She also noticed the leash that dangled carelessly out of one of the nightstand's drawers. Or perhaps it wasn't careless. After all, last night was so outlandish in some of its elements that certain amount of confirmation was actually necessary.

Now? Well, now she could confirm that Pinkie and 'Dashie' were real. She could also confirm that she had, indeed, been fucked. Rutted was the better word for it, but Scoots was letting Scootaloo do the driving at the time. Language only mattered at certain points, and Scootaloo was more inclined to think of it as a 'fucking'.

Looking about once more she realized that the bed she had woken up in was more than able to fit four bodies in it - even if it had to include Pinkie's honking badonkers. Had she... had she actually slept in the same bed as her idol? Sure, the fucking was in all honesty more intimate, but the sleeping in the same bed... that was just something else entirely.

As she thought on this, she noticed the sounds drifting up from below. The sounds of clinking silverware and conversation. Everyone else was apparently awake already and having whatever meal the hour of the day dictated. It could've been dinner for all Scoots knew had she not looked to the window. The aid of landmarks and the position of the sun relative to those markers told her it was morning.

The clock on the nightstand could've said that too, but it was kind of hidden behind the aforementioned picture and Scoots hadn't actually noticed it.

A moment of hesitation later, she moved over to the open door that let out into the hallway on all fours, unsure what she might be going to. Breakfast was a pretty good guess, but whether or not there was something beyond that was another question entirely. She wanted to think that today would be last night part two, but there was no guarantee of that.

She followed her ears, and then her nose, to the dining room where Pinkie ate her breakfast with Apple Bloom while Rainbow ate Pinkie out. It was a wonderfully lewd sight that Scootaloo loved to see. Apple Bloom looked over and smiled at her as she entered.

"Good to see you awake and crawlin' around, honey." She said as sweet as ever. "You needin' something to eat? Oh, you can talk now by the way in case you was worried." Scootaloo considered this for a moment. For one reason or another she didn't feel particularly hungry. Maybe it was the hour of the day, the change in routine throwing her off, or maybe even last night's activities.

"Not actually that hungry..." She said finally, her voice low. Apple Bloom didn't have to have it spelled out for her, and so moved back in her chair with a concerned look in her eyes as she regarded her pet. Neither Mistress nor pet spoke for a second, giving the other a chance to begin that wasn't taken on either end at first.

"You doin' alright?" Apple Bloom asked a moment later. It was obvious something was bothering Scootaloo, but what it was was yet to be made clear - possibly even to Scootaloo herself.

"I... uh... pomegranates?" Scoots pipped up from behind the crumbling Scootaloo. Apple Bloom's face grew a tad more serious at this. She stood up at once, saying something to Pinkie in a whisper, before moving off to the living room, letting Scootaloo follow at her own pace. Scootaloo hesitated a second, not sure if she really wanted to talk despite invoking the safe word, but in the end she did follow after - still on her hands and knees.

Apple Bloom, as Scootaloo entered the living room, was found seated on the floor, her legs tucked under her butt. She sat there calmly, simply waiting for Scootaloo to talk. There was no rush for her, the safety word meant something was really bothering her pet. It certainly wasn't something that was used every day - or even month for that matter.

"I... uh... I..." Scootaloo struggled, casting her eyes low as she searched the carpet as if it would tell her the answers to all the questions that had ever plagued her. Unfortunately it was not the fabled 'prophetic carpet', but instead an old shag carpet that was - unlike the majority of its kind - well cared for.

"Take your time, Scootaloo." Apple Bloom said with a calm voice. "You called for safety, you have it until you say otherwise." Scootaloo, despite Apple Bloom's intentions, did not feel uplifted by this pronouncement. The room returned to silence for a short while as Scootaloo continued to fail at articulation. Apple Bloom sighed, a sad smile on her lips that Scootaloo wasn't appreciating due to her fixation on the beige carpeting.

"Come 'ere, sugar." Apple Bloom said, getting Scootaloo's attention. The farmgirl lifted an arm out, and on instinct Scoots dove forward, cuddling into the gap. Apple Bloom hugged her closely, running a hand through the other girl's short hair. Scootaloo smiled, even as tears began to stream down her cheeks, as she realized that - as a comforting gesture - Apple Bloom was humming the riff to that song. Apparently comforting her pet was cause to go beyond her reticence surrounding songs that included the word 'table'.

The two of them just sat there for a good long while, Apple Bloom stroking Scoots' hair in a way that - oddly enough - had no sexual tones to it. That was if you could get beyond the point that one of the girls was completely naked for the entire time. Relationships can be complicated at points, and there are so many points in relationships.

"I..." Scootaloo began once more, sniffling as she did her best to regain her composure, "You got me pregnant without asking?" She asked in near a whisper. It was full of a mixture of hurt and an edge of something else. Apple Bloom looked at her pet in something approaching confusion - though the light of understanding did glint in her eye.

"What gave you that idea?" Apple Bloom asked, not entirely denying it - but certainly not confirming it. It was that very fact that confirmed it in Scootaloo's mind.

"Last night." Scootaloo said simply. Apple Bloom nodded for her to continue - there had been a lot that happened last night. "Just before I... fainted? Blacked out I guess. Just before that... well, I heard Pinkie. She said something about... carrying."

"Mhmm." Apple Bloom nodded solemnly, no jokes to obfuscate the matter.

"I... I'm p-pregnant?" Scoots stuttered in utter shock and disbelief. "B-but how? Rainbow's a... she's a girl! A strap-on does not a man make." Scootaloo said in almost the same way a teacher would admonish a student.

"Magic strap-ons, I imagine, work according to different rules, darlin'." Apple Bloom said with a kind, yet cocky, grin. "Princess Twilight has access to quite the... ahem, interesting assortment of..." She trailed off for a second, as if the precise word had left her, only to nod as it came back, "unique toys."

"Y-you..." Scootaloo stammered as she tried to put it together, her future already flashing horrid and confusing images in front of her. "You got me... pregnant? You got me pregnant without asking‽"

"No, I did not."

"'Cuz you certainly didn't ask when I was in any sort of the right state of mind, Bloom!" Scootaloo pointed an accusatory finger at Apple Bloom's chin.

"I didn't ask because I wasn't gonna let you get pregnant." Apple Bloom stated confidently.

"B-but Dash... and the dick! It shot stuff in me!" Scootaloo said, fighting back the arousal that phrase generated. She wanted - nay needed - to be indignant right now. She couldn't let her kinks get in the way of this!

"Magic donger, sugar." Apple Bloom reminded with a smile. "Look, I told Pinkie last night to bring it with Dashie for... various reasons. Yes, if the situation is right it very much can make you preggers with another girl's babies. Heck, Twilight made that point very clear.

"But," the critical word stopped another outburst from Scootaloo before it had even boiled up, "last night I told Dashie to make absolutely positively beyond a shadow of a doubt that it wouldn't do it last night. I didn't tell Pinkie because I knew she'd taunt you with it and I knew that at the time she did it you'd love it."

"You mean?"

"You ain't carryin', Scoots." Apple Bloom said with a sense of finality to the statement. Scootlaoo wondered if something was wrong with her when a pang of disappointment shot through her. "Pinkie wasn't to know, nor was you. Dash an' I made extra sure."

Scootaloo quieted down, falling back to the floor - not having realized she had lifted herself up while shouting at Apple Bloom. She sat there in thought, not sure how she felt. A lot of confusing things had been sprung on her over the last few minutes.

"Scoots... Scootaloo, would you mind Pinkie and Dash comin' on in here? To talk, nothin' else." Apple Bloom asked, placing a tentative hand on Scootaloo's shoulder. Scoots desperately wanted to say yes, but a part of Scootaloo wasn't sure. Did she really want to see either girl right now? Would it be wise? It would only be for talk, so... maybe?

"Yeah..." Scootaloo said on a breath. Apple Bloom nodded, patting her pet and lover on the shoulder before standing and moving to the dining room. A moment later the three girls reentered. For the moment they were all silent as Scootaloo still tried to bring herself back together.

When she looked up, the three of them were all looking at her with a lovingly concerned expression. Seeing them like that, it made Scoots feel a pang of guilt - short lived, true, but still present for that fleeting moment. Pinkie gave a small smile, as was her way, and scooted closer to Scoots - her toosh making a rubber squeaking sound as she moved even with her being on carpet.

"I'm sorry that we took it so far without asking first." Pinkie apologized sincerely. "We thought you'd like it and would want it to be a surprise. I guess... no, I know we were wrong. I'm sorry we messed up your birthday party and hurt you." Scootaloo sniffed, and then dove forward, wrapping Pinkie up in a hug.

The two girls hugged in silence for several moments until, with a smile, Scootaloo said, "You didn't ruin my party, Pinkie." It was a whisper just loud enough for everyone to hear. "I'm... I don't know exactly what I'm feeling but... well..." She leaned back, looking at the pink girl. "I'm not mad, not disappointed." She looked over to the other two girls.

"I'm a tad confused admittedly, but beyond that... well, I think last night was a blast." She said, a thin smile on her face. "I loved every moment of it. Sure, I got real concerned when I thought maybe I was... well, pregnant. But... I'm not!" She chuckled at this, backing off from Pinkie as she shook her head. "I'm not pregnant." She repeated, more to herself than anyone else. "Whatever made you get a magic dick that might do that?" Scootaloo asked after a moment of nervous chuckling.

"Well, that's a fun story." Dashie confessed, leaning back as naked as the day she was born - maybe more. "Pinks and I have been wanting to go next level for a while. I mean, we aren't married, but we certainly are up for it."

"Absotively posolutely!"

"Yeah, that. Anywho, we've been thinking a tad farther afield than that in recent days. Like 'whadda we wanna do with our lives?' kind of far afield." Rainbow said. "We both said we'd kinda want kids - different reasons for the two of us. Personally I've always wanted a kid to call my own that I could do sports with. Teach someone the ropes that was my very own."

"And having a kid means plenty of birthday parties! No more than anyone else, fair enough, but still more than if they weren't around!" Pinkie chirped happily.

"Either way, kids." Rainbow dismissed with a good-natured chuckle. "We both thought having them would be a good idea. So we... well we went to Magic Twilight. I mean, when you want something that isn't normal you go to the thing labeled 'magic', am I right?"

"Twi got us the fancy magic dong that could gettcha pregante off another girl! You know that already since Rainbow implied it, but I can confirm that we didn't get it off of some Shady McShaderson that pawned it to us for a blowie and a fiver." Pinkie said with all too much exuberance.

"Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhh..." Rainbow drew out, looking her partner up and down with a confused and concerned look. "Anyway, she gave it to us along with the instructions on how to use it. It can be used for realistic seed both sterile and quite fertile."

"And we're sure I got hit with the sterile version last night?" Scoots interjected, a spark of... something approaching hope in her gut for one reason or another.

"Oh yeah, made sure to dip it in cold water before we left." Rainbow dismissed. With Scoots' look of utter confusion Rainbow shook her head. "Warm water to make it fertile and cold to make it sterile. By warm I mean near boiling... or past boiling for that matter - I guess - , and by cold I mean icy salt water cold. Pinkie wasn't going to notice since she ordered me to be the one to do it."

"Naughty puppy is gonna get a spanking for that one." Pinkie interjected as she waggled a finger at her pet.

"Can't wait, Mistress, but getting back to topic," Rainbow continued, not missing a single beat, "I can assure you that what you got pumped full of, though very much a realistic - if not extra tingly - version of spunk, was in fact sterile." Scootaloo considered this a moment and then slowly nodded, her head lowering towards the floor as she did.

"So it was a gift then? Fuck me for my birthday?" Scootaloo asked in a low tone.

"Heck of a birthday present, huh?" Rainbow laughed. "But it was only part of the gift." Scootaloo looked back towards Rainbow, not sure what might come next. "I said about the kids, right?" Scoots nodded slowly, a tingling of hope returning to her chest. "Well it ends up that Pinkie is... particular." Scoots looked to the pink girl expectantly.

"You make it sound like I'm weird!" Pinkie protested before huffing and turning to Scoots. "I want kids, right?" Scootaloo nodded, still following. "What would you say the easiest way to do it would be considering what we have access to?" Scootaloo paused for a moment and mulled it over.

"One of you fucks the other?" She offered, not wanting to mix up who would be getting fucked. Rainbow was the relationship's sub, but by how much? Did they take turns? No matter how hard Scootaloo tried she couldn't truly envision Rainbow - even as Dashie - doing all the wonderfully deprecating things that she had done as Scoots.

"Right‽" Pinkie said in an almost exasperated tone. "But that's where it gets complicated!" She paused, as if expecting Scootaloo to fill in the verbal blank. Seeing as Scootaloo sat patiently, waiting for the answer, Pinkie eventually sighed and continued. "Which one of us is fucked‽"

"I don't see why-"

"Dashie's the obvious choice, with how I've told her to sleep around! It would be the best cover for how she got pregananant!" Scoots raised a finger and opened her mouth to insert herself into the conversation, but Pinkie was on a tirade. There'd be no stopping this train anytime soon. "But noooooooooooooo, she can't get pergenat! She's gotta do the sports!

"Mind you, I wholly support my little Dashie in all her sportiness and everything she does, but can't she take some off time to help us both out?" Pinkie huffed. "Anyway, then there's me. I can't get pregat since I'm supposed to be the faithful one. We can't say we did IVF since neither of us has that kinda cash. It looks fishy trying to claim you spent the evening on a yacht when you couldn't afford one of the tins of caviar on board; capisce?" Scoots, indeed, didn't 'capisce'.

"She's trying to say that if we claim that we did something wicked expensive," Dash began, already vastly clearer than her mistress, "and everyone knows we aren't made of that type of dough, it'll look strange. There'll still be questions no matter how well we try and sell it. We're up shit creek without a paddle."

"Yeah, but that's just it. Neither of us can get pregnant." Pinkie said in a tone that implied that she had implied something that she believed Scootaloo to implicitly understand - the implicitly implied implications really starting to pile up on the girl.

"You're gonna have to spell it out, I'm afraid." Scoots said with a confused expression that was threating to become stuck on her mug. Pinkie groaned a sigh in exaggerated exasperation.

"Dashie and I can't get pregnant," She stated once more, "but you can." And then the chickens came home to roost - that was, until Scootaloo made them scurry away. Middle school name-calling gave her an aversion to the birds, real or metaphorical.

"You mean..." She trailed off, unsure what she should say to this. There weren't any words she really could say.

"Only if you want to." Apple Bloom said, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I want you to know that you can refuse. If there's even the smallest of inclinations to refuse, Scoots, I want you to shoot down this offer, yuh hear?"

"We aren't going to force you to do this." Rainbow added. "And to be clear, we can still have 'bunches of fun' - as Pinkie would say - if you say no. The only thing that wouldn't happen is I wouldn't breed you." That was enough to make Scoots jump up and shout yes over and over again, but Scootaloo was a tad bit more wery.

"What... what will the arrangement be?" She asked to the three girls. "I mean... as I'm piecing it together, and correct me if I'm wrong, Dashie's going to put a baby in me - or at least try - and then I just have a baby for you two?"

"Kinda sorta half maybe." Pinkie nodded. "Your kid too, if you'd agree. I mean, DUH, it'd be your kid. They'd come outta you! We'd just raise 'em together. One big happy family! You'd never want for babysitters, except when Dashie and I are already out of town in which case you might if you wanted to go out with Bloomie, and then you'd need to find one and might have to pay and-"

"So what do you think?" Rainbow said, letting Pinkie continue to rattle on about the in and outs of getting a babysitter in this economy.

Scootaloo sat there and thought for a good long while. She weighed her options, each option having its upsides and downsides. On the one hand, she'd get to carry Rainbow's child - that was a plus unto itself. She had never dreamed such a thing could actually happen. Well, maybe she had dreamed. She liked reading and that tended to give ideas, but that wasn't the point.

The negative that was readily available to the same situation was that she'd, indeed, carry the child. Beyond the simple negatives to be considered during the pregnancy and the birth itself, there was the consideration of what the FUCK she'd tell her parents. True, they might not care beyond the consideration that they'd be grandparents; but they did know that, in fact, their daughter was as gay as they came. She hadn't shown interest in any boys beyond how she could beat them in a competition.

She might be able to say a one night stand had done it, and perhaps she could sneak in a nugget that Apple Bloom and her were in a rather open relationship. It might work - up until the birth. Unless the kid came out looking exactly like her, there'd be very few people to look at for being the father. Rainbow hair would be the worst thing for it, and it might just happen.

Then there was the whole social connotation to consider. She wasn't a minor, that much was behind her, but getting pregnant midway through semester, despite being in a college that likely wouldn't care on an institutional level unless she decided to call rape, would likely find herself a sort of social pariah. It'd be painful, though maybe not as much as it might've been. After all, she did already have all the friends she wanted - and those weren't likely to run away from her. Three of them would be the reason for it.

Pros and cons continued to whirl about her head as she thought about it. Much to her relief, none of the others bothered her while she thought about it. Even as her thought process took her the better part of half an hour, none of them pushed her beyond asking if she wanted a snack or a drink. She took her time, and in the end, the balance of pros and cons began to settle.

She looked up. "Before I make my final decision," Scootaloo began in as confident of a tone as she could muster, "I'd like to talk to Dash. Alone." The three other girls looked at each other and all nodded or shrugged.

"Alright, just call us back in before you make your announcement." Apple Bloom said, patting her lover on the back. "Be sure you're gonna make your choice; not ours." She said calmly, reassuring Scootaloo in her own way. Scootaloo smiled at that and nodded as the two mistresses left the room, leaving the two pets alone.

"So what'd you want to ask... or say. I'm not gonna be the one to say what you have to spend this time on." Rainbow said, leaning against the foot of the couch. Scootaloo paused, looking Rainbow over one more time. She admired the athlete just as much as she always had - maybe more now that she got to see her in her naked glory sitting on the floor across from her. Even in what others might consider a compromising position, she seemed at ease without as much as a single care.

"I wanted to start out with a confession." Scootaloo admitted. Rainbow cocked an eyebrow, but didn't interrupt. She was showing a lot of restraint today, a bit more wouldn't hurt. "I've always... well, I've always idolized you." Scoots began. "Ever since I was a kid a looked at you like the big sister I never had... until I did."

"I know that kiddo." Rainbow reminded her.

"Yes and no." Scoots pushed through. "I've told you before that I held you up as an idol. I doubt I have to tell you what puberty went and did with that." That sentence hung in the air for a bit, a moment of silence clinging tightly before Rainbow smirked at the girl.

"Made you pretty freakin' gay, huh?" Rainbow joked.

"Super freakin' gay." Scootaloo nodded with a smile. "I always... kinda imagined I'd find a way to be with you. Imagining it was about all I could hope for since I knew it'd never happen... until yesterday I guess." She paused for a moment, collecting herself before plowing on. "I fantasized you'd be my mistress and I'd be your perfect submissive. You'd order me about and I'd obey and we'd both be happy." Rainbow nodded to this, likely having guessed as much before.

"When you started dating Pinkie I... well, I wasn't mad. I mean, no one could be mad with Pinkie... for long." Scootaloo sighed, casting her eyes down once more. "I knew even then I didn't have a chance. I was me and you were you, there was really no chance of it being a thing."

"And then last night happened." Rainbow provided, her smile evident in her voice. Scootaloo couldn't help but smile one of the happiest smiles of her life - a smile only beaten by the one she wore when Apple Bloom had first said 'yes' nearly a year ago.

"Yeah." Scoots said simply, basking in the elation that the memory of last night brought. "Though it did put something to bed finally." Scootaloo looked up with a slightly sad smile. "I now know that there was no chance you could've been my mistress. It... it helped me, actually." Rainbow cocked an eyebrow at this, motioning for the girl to carry on.

"I... I didn't really know this on any conscious level. It was something I had to figure out when it happened, and even this morning. I..." She paused for a moment and looked up at Dash, pushing back tears that she didn't really want right now, "I had held out hope. Something like hope, at least, that you'd take me at some point. But seeing you like... like this," She motioned to the nude girl's everything, "it sent a message home that shouldn't have been away for so long."

"Which one's that?" Rainbow asked in a tone that had a quality of care that Scootaloo had never quite expected from the brash athlete though she had heard it a few times in the past.

"That you aren't my mistress." Scootaloo chuckled at that, a wry smirk playing across her features. "Apple Bloom is my Mistress... and I love her more than anything." She looked straight at Rainbow Dash as she prepared herself for the last bit. "Even you." Rainbow, as opposed to what Scootaloo had thoroughly expected, nodded with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Good thing to realize, kiddo." Rainbow said with the utmost sincerity. "I love Pinkie more than anything too, and I'm not mincing words about it neither. I love her enough that I obey her when she tells me to cheat on her. I can kiss and fuck whoever whenever, but no one is taking me away from my Pinkie."

"About that," Scootaloo interjected, a thought that had been relegated to the side coming back in full force now, "she ordered you to cheat on her?" Rainbow gave a nod as she looked out to the middle distance - as if letting fond memories wash over her.

"Yep." She sighed. "Started out as 'go kiss that chick' and worked it's way to 'give that guy a blowie behind the bleachers' before making its way to 'start an affair with that one'. I think the next step is a threesome or foursome with her sisters, depending on who we can get to be game, but that's just me." Scoots blinked in stunned silence.

"What? She's telling me to do it so it ain't cheating." Rainbow said, raising her hands in her own defense. "I'm only doing it because it makes her happy to see me do it, otherwise I'd be with only her and be happy. She just gets a kick out of knowing that I'll come back even after being with anyone else."

"I guess that makes sense." Scoots admitted. "I've fantasized about doing similar, but Mistress isn't about to do it... or make me do it, I guess." Rainbow nodded knowingly to that.

"Kinda funny how the super sub got the middle-roader while the rebellious sub got the ultra dom." Rainbow remarked in a way that went completely over Scoots' head.

"What now?" She asked, not sure where to begin in unravelling Rainbow's pronouncement.

"Guess you ain't up on the lingo... that I've kinda made up on my own since I'm too lazy to look anything up on the internet."

"Enlighten me?" Scootaloo said, not sure what she was signing up for.

"Well, it's like this: being a dom or a sub isn't an on or off type thing, right? 'Cuz, you see, there are subs that are subbier than others and doms that are dommier than others. Trust me, I've been with the whole gambit of dommy doms and subby subs." Rainbow chuckled. Scootaloo just nodded, taking this in as best she could.

"You, my dear, are the subbiest sub that ever did sub - in my humble opinion." Rainbow continued, working past her own amusement. "You crawled out into that street naked 'cuz your mistress said to. You didn't even know that your mistress called in favors and did some sly deals to make sure nobody was in the neighborhood 'cept Sweetie - which she told me all about."

"Wait, what?" Scootaloo said in renewed confusion.

"Oh wow, she hasn't even told you that much, huh? Guess you did just wake up." Rainbow mused. "Well, Apple Bloom wanted to make sure you were safe while crawling about naked and having fun. She pulled some strings and made the neighborhood a ghost town last night. Apples have a lot of connections, on the order of a mob really - friendliest mob you'll ever meet if I do say so.

"Anywho. A few bits here, a word there, and some gentle prodding all about the place and she got the world to give us some space. It might cheapen the experience a tad bit in retrospect, I know, but imagine how irresponsible it would be or her otherwise!" Scootaloo didn't feel cheated in the slightest. In fact, if she was to be honest - and she generally was - , she felt more spoiled than Opal. Her mistress had, by great effort, ensured that last night was both immensely enjoyable and safe.

"Well, by your face, I can tell you're even more of a sub than I had guessed." Rainbow said with a smirk. "A lot of subs might've felt like they weren't really getting the whole package unless there was an edge of danger, and yet here you are all grins because your Mistress loves you." She nodded approvingly. "That's a good sub if I ever saw one." It was like a verbal petting to Scoots.

"So what are you then?" Scoots asked, pushing past anything else that might be in the way. She got being Mrs. Sub Subity-Subface from Sub Town, Subistan and so was her mum; but that didn't paint the clearest picture that could be painted.

"I'm what I call 'a rebellious sub'. A bad sub, some might say." Rainbow said with absolutely zero apology. "I like testing the borders of what I can get away with with my mistress' orders - make the most of things. Certainly helps that basically everything she can think of for punishment turns me on somehow. Denial play, whips, chains, humiliation, etcetera etcetera - it all turns me on to no end, and frustrates her to the same."

"I see..."

"Pinkie is a born Mistress, to continue. She is such a dom that she could dominate another dom and not feel out of place. Her mastery of mastery is... frighteningly extensive. Heck, if I wasn't such a headstrong pain in the neck, she'd have broken me into essentially you by force. Of course, she also isn't trying to do that with me, so the point is moot.

"Meanwhile, you have your Mistress Apple Bloom. She is either a made dom or is just generally nice about how she dominates you. She can take control, but she is very much what some would call 'one of nature's sergeants', or basically just someone in power but under someone else's authority." Rainbow said to Scoots general nodding. "All that comes together to form a sort of hierarchy whenever we interact in the sexual way.

"Pinkie takes the top, Apple Bloom is right there after her since she's a declared dom, then there's me - the one who can and will refuse orders for fun - , and then there's you who might think about it or hesitate for a second before always obeying the order." Scoots continued to nod, mulling this over.

"Alright... so what does this all mean? I mean big picture. I get me being subbier than you - I never thought that wasn't the case - but what exactly does that mean at the end of the day?" Scootaloo asked, not daring to let her intuition bear out the meaning it wanted to. This was not a time for misinterpretations.

"Well, kiddo, it means that - whether or not we actually go through with the whole impregnation thing or not - our group will have a clean dynamic that I get to mess up." Rainbow replied with an unapologetic smirk that held just the edge of sexual energy that Scoots craved from the girl. "It means, puppy, you'd be my bitch whether I breed you or not. A sub's sub, and no Mistress can stop what I'll do to you once I start." Scootaloo couldn't help but bite her lower lip in the potent mix of trepidation and overbearing arousal that filled her being.

"Impregnation, that's a separate deal that you'll have to accept or decline on your own time. Getting railed? That's a given so long as you and Bloomie stick around - I can guarantee it." Rainbow finished, leaving Scootaloo in a tizzy of emotion. Oh how she wanted to get pounced right now!

"I already made my choice before I talked to you, Dash. I can say you haven't changed my mind." Scootlaoo admitted after a moment to collect herself. She turned her head away from the nude athlete and called out, "Mistresses, you can come back in now, I'm ready to tell you my decision." A moment later the two girls came back into the room. Neither of them made any attempt at a second round of convincing, which surprised Scootaloo - even if it was appreciated.

"I thought it over and I've made my choice." Scootaloo said, as if it weren't already obvious she was set in her mind. There were certain thing you just had to do at a time like this, certain tropes that the universe wouldn't let you not adhere to. "I have chosen to be your girl." She said, a moment after realizing she probably should clarify. "I want Rainbow to... to make me pregnant." It was, despite her certainty in this decision, an odd thing to say.

"And you're sure?" Apple Bloom said in a serious tone. "I promise yuh that we'll still have just as much fun whether or not you accept that particular offer... or request I suppose. It's more of a request."

"No, it is an offer." Scootaloo said in a rare moment of defiance against her Mistress - if it could be called such. "And I accept it. I want this to happen." She paused for a second, a thought hitting her. "Nnnnot right now though. I think we need to... I dunno, feel out our dynamic a bit? After we settle a tad I am more than willing." The other girls looked and nodded to each other at this. This was supposed to be her decision, and applying conditions certainly was a good sign that she was accepting it on her own terms.

"Sounds fair enough to me." Rainbow commented, looking up to her mistress, who was either nodding furiously or was just bouncy like usual. Apple Bloom, for her part, just smiled at her pet.

"I actually made my choice before I asked you and Pinkie to leave the room." Scoots admitted in a small voice, not wanting to hide. She didn't have to anymore. "I wanted to tell Rainbow something before I agreed... and I want to tell you too, Bloomie."

"An' was that, sugar?" Apple Bloom asked, cocking her head slightly.

"That I love you more than anything in the world." Scootaloo said, a small - yet completely genuine - smile spreading slowly across her features. Apple Bloom returned the smile, and dove forward. The two embraced while Rainbow and Pinkie looked on. This was good.

"So who's up for a party!" Pinkie cried. The other all burst out into laughter. Soon the house was filled with the sounds of them 'sorting out the dynamic' as best they could. This was better.

Finale: The Day After the Day After

Scootaloo swung her arm one last time as the final chord to yet another song ended. The present from her rarely present parents was already a well used one, and it hadn't even been a week yet! She knew that her Mistress was a little peeved by the constant volume that her pet used, but so long as a command wasn't issued Scootaloo wasn't going to change. Perhaps a spark of rebellion had caught in Scootaloo from Rainbow.

Unlikely, especially since the agreement had only been made yesterday. Yesterday. What a day! Scootaloo wasn't going to forget that day for the rest of her life - unless Rainbow fucked it out of her! She couldn't wait for their next get together; and she'd bet Apple Bloom was of the same mind.

A day of debauchery and an evening of passion had made their bond all the stronger, and Scoots couldn't be happier. Well, maybe she could, but that was up to her Mistress. She smiled to herself, imagining all the fun that they had had and all the fun yet to come.

As the song faded away with her thoughts, the sound of the doorbell ringing caught her attention. She looked over, her heart already calming as she noticed the front curtains were drawn. As always when she was home and not entertaining guests she was naked, and even if she was willing to crawl naked through the streets for her Mistress, she wasn't about to do it on her own without provocation.

"Get the door, Scoots!" Mistress called out from the other room. Scootaloo almost shouted out a reply, but was cut off by Apple Bloom's next call, "Probably Sweetie! If it ain't tell me and I'll sort it out!" Sweetie? Why would that matter? Sure the girl had seen her naked, but was she now part of the list that was allowed to see her naked at home? "Haven't heard the door yet, darlin'!"

Springing into action, Scoots scrambled over to the door and looked out through the peephole. It was Sweetie, and the girl was bent over to have her face fill the hole's view. Odd for sure. Scootaloo shrugged, and opened the door in the confidence that her Mistress knew what she was on about. True, she did hide behind the door when letting Sweetie in, but that was neither here nor there.

As soon as the other girl was in, Scoots quickly closed the door, and gave a sigh of relief, figuring she had gotten away with it. "Hiya, Scoots!" Sweetie chirped behind her. Right, naked in front of a friend, that was still a thing. Scootaloo turned and then... she saw Sweetie.

And then she froze.

"Like the dress, Scoots?" Sweetie asked, grabbing the hem of the skirt she wore while swinging back and forth happily. What she wore was nothing less - or more, considering the circumstances - than a fetishist's dream of a maid's uniform. White on black with lace here and there, barely any cloth there, and over all a marvelously, sexy effect.

Her well developed rack was well supported, and slightly propped up if Scoots was any judge, by the tiny bra that served as her top. The skirt wasn't much more than enough to cover the panties if she walked with the best posture possible; by no means modest in the most wonderful way. Her stiletto heels also likely made the covering of her plush ass quite difficult. She was even wearing the little cap!

"See you met the new maid, Scoots." Apple Bloom said as she entered the room, the only one of them that wasn't in fetish gear. "Be sure to take her coat, pet. Don't want to be rude now." Without thinking, Scoots did just that, taking the large coat that was made for either the people neighborhood watches were after or flashers - which the neighborhood watch might also be after for other reasons.

Scootaloo made her way to the coat closet, hanging up the coat whilst in a state of mild shock. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to be making of this situation - or even if she should. The world wasn't just turned upside down, but had done a somersault and then did a handstand until it had fainted. This was a mess... maybe not a mess, but still confusing.

She didn't dare think about what it meant for Sweetie to be in their house in that outfit. That way laid madness. Then again, she was going to get her answers when she walked back into the room; right? She'd ask Apple Bloom and then everything would be clear. It'd all be sorted out and then it was back to business.

Returning back from the closet, she once again froze. There in the living room was her mistress. More to the point, there was her mistress in the middle of fingering the other friend in their trio of friends while said friend wore a fetishized version of a maid's outfit.

Sweetie's melodic voice raised in those erotic notes... it somehow hit her differently than the other wails she had heard throughout her sexual career. True, that was limited to four distinct persons' moans - her own included - but still. There she was, usually the one that Scootaloo saw as the only pure one of the group, getting fingered in a house not her own by Apple Bloom - a person who she had shown no outward sign of sexual attraction to before that point.

It was delicious.

"Like what you see, pet?" Mistress asked while she continued to finger the maid. Scoots hadn't noticed when her mistress had turned her attention towards the silently observing pet, but now that it was on her she felt hot under the leather collar she had grown to love so much. "On all fours, bitch. Show the new help how you are supposed to behave." Mistress commanded.

Her body, responding to the order before her mind could tell that it had received one, fell down and began to crawl over without ceremony. None was needed, after all, she was just a pet.

"Good puppy." Mistress cooed. "You might remember this lady from the other night." She continued, still playing Sweetie the maid like a fiddle. "Well, after some discussions between the two of us, I decided to take her on as a maid. You leave quite the mess, and I can't be with you all the time."

Scoots' heart quickened, and in that moment, she felt as if she could fly! Another member for the fun? She couldn't believe it! She'd have someone else who could also play with her mistress and her! Better yet, it was someone she already liked! Someone, Scoots thought, she could learn to like even more.

"She'll help clean up around the place and take care of you, Scoots. 'Specially with yuh about to get pregnant." Mistress went on, still toying with Sweetie through the girl's panties - effectively cutting off the many questions that Scoots could see flashing behind those lust-hazed eyes. "She's new to all this and might need some lessons - which I'll be giving as best I'm able." Mistress flashed a grin at that. Scoots suppressed a shiver, realizing that now Mistress was taking what the two of them had figured out and applying it to another. It... it was all too much.

Mistress, returning her attentions to the maid, planted a kiss on the girl's neck - gaining a moan from the girl. Parting from the supple neck flesh, Mistress had a wonderfully wicked smile on her lips - the kind that spoke of fun to be had. Scoots hesitantly moved forward, edging closer to the lurid display.

"Now, Maid of mine, why not tell mah bitch why yer here; hm?" Mistress teased, her free hand groping one of Sweetie's plump tits through the maid uniform. Sweetie writhed in pleasure against Mistress, moaning her ecstasy freely.

"I w-w-want to learn!" Sweetie moaned out through her gritted teeth. Mistress smiled at that, pressing harder with her teasing. "I want to be a g-g-good s-s-s-slut!" Mistress chuckled at that before tsking at the lewd maid jokingly.

"Nah, yer here to get shown how tah be a good maid. Yer already a good slut, jus' like mah bitch." Mistress said, her accent slipping deeper as she pushed her maid higher and higher. "Yer like mah bitch in more ways than that, too. Yer a sub without a dom, and as such needin' some'un to look after yuh. That some'un, fer now, will be me."

Mistress looked down to her pet, smirking as she went on. "Sweetie's gonna be with us for some time. Least until she finds her special somebody. So long as she's here she'll have power over you, just like me; and trust you me that if I hear you don't her obey everything she says..." Mistress let the threat hang, but all Scoots could see was the prize. A second mistress? Somebody else to give her orders? Pinkie and Rainbow were already so much - even if Rainbow's orders were all nonverbal - , but now she had Sweetie the Maid too?

"I'll make sure she is-s w-w-well beh-h-haved!" Sweetie managed through her climbing pleasure. "W-w-we'll be s-s-s-sure to h-h-have lots of fun-n-n-n-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Her first orgasm in the house! Without an order and without hesitation, Scoots dove forward, nestling her face into her friend's panties. She absorbed the scent, licked up the leaking juices, and let that first orgasm wash over her as much as it washed over Sweetie Belle.

"Glad you enjoyed yer first ride, Sweets." Mistress cooed, her hands roaming over her maid's body. "Now how's about we train yuh in how tah be a maid outta uniform?" Sweetie colored deeply, but nodded all the same.

Scoots was all smiles, and would be for some time.

~ÞE END~

Chapter 5: The Birthday Surprise

Scootaloo watched in disbelief as the second figure appeared fully. The light seemed to give them a halo as they came out from behind Pinkie, revealing themselves in full with as little shame as they had clothes. The new arrival was blue, a rack slightly larger than Scoots', a butt that was a bit bubblier than might've been expected of an athlete, and a vibrant trail of rainbow pattern hair.

'Rainbow Dash‽' Her mind shouted out in utter shock. Rainbow, despite the situation, hadn't noticed Scoots, instead looking up at Pinkie with utter devotion in her eyes while her tongue lulled out happily. She was... she was naked! In the dim light of the barely working park lamp she could see a black leather collar with a metal tag dangling from it, a pair of blue ears poking out from the girl's hair, and a plume of rainbow hair seemed to stick out in a tail from her ass. S-she... she was dressed... no, undressed, just like Scoots!

Scoots, her courage nonexistent but curiosity extremely strong, moved slowly forward into the light. Rainbow eventually looked towards her after Pinkie said something beyond Scoots' attention. As soon as the other girl looked at Scoots, she too froze - her eyes widening considerably. The two of them simply stared at one another for a long while, taking in every aspect of the other gir- puppy.

Rainbow began to move slowly forward, sniffing at Scoots as she approached, a thin whine of trepidation resonating from her with such expert technique that Scoots could hardly believe how close it sounded to the real thing. She paced around Scoots slowly, sniffing her all the while. Scoots simply watched her in a stunned state of shock. She couldn't believe her idol was... was like her. A submissive. A puppy!

Scoots yipped loudly as she felt something warm touch her nethers. She realized with a fierce blush that it had been Rainbow's nose. She had... she had stuck her nose against Scoots' pussy! She would've payed for that to have happened before, but now... now it was just happening. It was happening! Rainbow cocked her head at Scoots, clearly trying to get a read on the other girl's reaction.

"Awe, I think my little Dashie likes your puppy!" Pinkie said with her usual level of bombastics. "What's her name, Bloomie? Oh she's so cute!" Pinkie gushed, pressing her hands to either side of her face as she gave Scoots the second inspecti-... third... fourth? As she inspected the puppy.

"That's my Scoots. She's a feisty girl, but she's a big loveable muffin on the inside." Mistress said as she walked up. "Well, Scoots, you wanna play with Pinkie's Dashie? You wanna have some fun tonight?" Scootaloo blinked a few times, looking at Dashie, and then to Apple Bloom. Her brain worked overtime as she tried to put the pieces together, but in the end it was futile. There was only ever going to be one reply.

Scoots barked happily, bouncing on all fours before swarming around Dashie in a one puppy horde, sniffing every inch of the other puppy. The sound of Mistress and Pinkie laughing heartily and giggling mightily was enough to egg her on as she sniffed and snuffed and snooffed all over. Dashie smelled as wonderful as she had imagined. That earthy aroma of hard work and intense physical training tinged with a spice of sex and arousal overwhelmed her. She gave a tentative lick to Dashie's cheek, which was returned by several more to her face.

"Aw, look, they like each other!" Pinkie squeed happily. "You can tell my Dashie's happy by how her big ol' booty waggles back and forth. Look at her honkin' caboose chugging along!" The color on Dashie's face told Scoots all she needed to know about it. She... she was getting off on the embarrassment!

"My Scoots is kinda the same, 'cept she just start leakin' like crazy. Like a broken faucet that girl." Mistress replied, inflicting the same embarrassment on Scoots. Even so, it was obvious to even Scoots that both of them liked it. No. No, they didn't like it. They LOVED it! They both craved and needed it! The two of them licked each other's face some more - the occasional lick of one another's tongue a natural byproduct of the onslaught of tongue bathing.

"I'm so glad I found out about you and your puppy, Pinkie." Mistress commented as she watched the two go at it. "I was worried I was the only one around here with a puppy. It would've been terrible to not be able to give mine a special play date on her birthday. I can only do so much with the girl."

"Oh I know, Dashie just demands so much attention!" Pinkie piped up with a chuckle. "I might be made out of energy, but even I can only do so much for my girl. They need to be with their own kind, the bitches." The party enthusiast said not with malice but a sort of edged love. The spiked love of a tender whip.

"Especially when they get into heat. I can barely handle 'er at that point." Mistress returned, licking her lips as she watched the two pets entering and unintentional tongue wrestling match - though there was always the possibility that it had been intentional. "Hey, Scoots, roll over and show Pinkie and Dashie your new trimming I gave you today."

Without a thought, Scoots fell onto her back, her tongue hanging out - doused in equal part her own spit as well as Dashie's. Dashie cocked her head and then snuffed along the other pet's body, landing at her crotch - freshly shaved. Cocking her head this way and that, Dashie finally lowered her face to it and gave it a long, languid lick. Scoots gave something between a moan and a whine as she felt Dashie's rasping tongue across her aching sex. She needed this! She could only hope she'd get it.

Sure, Sweetie had done a good bit for the girl, but even so she needed more. She was hot and ready and was already dribbling like Mistress had predicted. She really could make quite the mess when she wanted to go - and boy howdy did she want to go!

"Awe, you gave her a shave!" Pinkie gushed with glee. "You know it's the only way to properly tame your bitch? Show 'em who's boss when you have 'em stay still and get their pubes taken off. Only way to break some bitches." She laughed in fond reminiscence. "I had to tie down Dashie to shave her the first time. Now I just tell her to roll over and grab my razor. She's as good of a puppy as you could hope for."

"Scoots wasn't sure about it, but I showed her well enough that she just took it without complaint. Think she might've even enjoyed it." Mistress remarked with a grin. "Seems like your Dashie likes her well enough. Would yuh be opposed to letting my Scoots give Rai- yer Dashie the loving she wants to get? Already bumped into a friend earlier and I think it'd be better to let Scoots get a tad wetter before she gets it."

Scoot lit up like a Hearth's Warming Tree at the thought. She looked between the two girls and the puppy. She could only hope that she'd be given that deepest of her desires. How she wanted to taste and suck and fuck the rainbow puppy. It was all she had ever wanted! That and being treated like a pet, of course, but Rainbow - no, Dashie - had always held her heart in some way.

"Oh, sure thing, Bloomie. I know my Dashie could do with the attention." Pinkie said with a crooked smile. Scoots tried to imagine it, but despite her best efforts she couldn't imagine Pinkie adopting her Mistress' devilish grins or looks so drenched in meaning. This crooked smile was likely the most sadistic thing the pink face had even done. "Alright, bitch, present yourself for your puppy friend."

Dashie, without hesitation, turned about, lowering her front half to the ground and spreading her legs as well as she could. Scoots blinked a few times as she looked at the pussy. It was, to be fair, like any other pussy, but it symbolized so much more. It was the object of more than a few fantasies on Scoots' part, and yet it didn't seem noticeably different. It almost seemed wrong how usual it looked. Despite this it still held Scoots in its spell, freezing her to the spot.

"Go get 'er, girly." Mistress ordered. Scoots slowly moved forward, looking over it before touching her nose to it, to the pussy that she had thought about so much. She trembled at the sensation, feeling the dabs of moisture clinging to her nose as she prodded it. The smell was... it was amazing!

Scoots dove forward, shoving the tail to the side with her head and planting her lips and tongue on the exposed pussy with gusto. Rainbow moaned throatily and unrestrained - obviously not caring who might hear. Scoots couldn't blame her, she was much the same at this point. Few things in this world - or any other for that matter - could tempt Scoots away from this moment.

"Look at my slutty puppy go." Mistress said, breaking through to Scoots as the one puppy ate out the other. "She's always like this. I even have to have a spray bottle by my bed to get her off of me in the morning. It's like pussy juice is her life source or something!" the warmth of embarrassment tried to invade Scoots, but her mind was all too far gone to actually care at the moment.

"Oh the exuberance of youth." Pinkie sighed wistfully, watching happily as Scoots went to town on her puppy. Scoots couldn't believe her luck, having been given a chance to pleasure Dashie like she had always wanted! She absorbed every moment of the experience, letting every taste and smell make a permanent imprint on her mind.

She lapped, kissed, nibbled, and did everything she knew how to to try and bring the other puppy the pleasure Scoots had always wanted to give to her. Years of fantasies came together at that moment as she played Dashie as best she could. Her nose was coated in juices, her tongue drenched in the flavor of the other puppy, and her hair was doubtlessly mussed up entirely with strands of Dashie clinging here and there.

Despite her own inexpert technique that was made only sloppier because of how antsy she was feeling, Dashie eventually came. She came! Right on Scoots' face! It was an amazing moment like none other in Scoots' life. She had made her idol cum! She felt herself becoming all the wetter at the thought of how she had made Dashie orgasm. It was just too good to be true!

"Good job, girl!" Mistress cooed, running her fingers through Scoots' hair. "Now roll over, girl!" Without any hesitation, now fueled by how complete she felt at having given Dashie such pleasure, Scoots fell to her back and wobbled back and forth while her Mistress moved in and rubbed her belly ferociously. It ended with a good groping of the tits that gave Scoots cause to moan lustfully.

"Think my bitch's really hot and bothered now!" Mistress chuckled, teasing Scoots perky teats. "Think yer puppy could give her a good rutting, Pinkie? Might fix her leaky faucet problem for a bit." This got a giggle out of the pink girl.

"Sure, I even brought something to do that just in case." Pinkie said with a smile and a wink, hefting up her purse to shuffle around it. "Here we are!" She said, retrieving the object in question - though Scoots couldn't see what it was from her perspective. "Dashie, come girl and get your bone!" Dashie, without any hesitation, lept away from the prone Scoots. Scoots began to roll back over, but stopped as her mistress.

"Stay, girl." Her body froze without her acknowledgement. It was strange to a certain degree how well her body worked on its own. She'd never been this quick, nor had she been able to work so much on automatic before. The sound of a whimper hit her ears - a whimper that she had let out herself several times that night already. The sound of leather sliding and a few buckles being latched followed.

"Good girl, Dashie. Go rut your bitch!" Pinkie chirped happily, the sound of her bouncing in place plain to hear. Scoots looked up, and before her she saw it. Hanging between Dashie's hindlegs was a huge, thick, blue, shinny dick. It was obviously a toy of some sort, and by the look of it it was two sided - the other side driving into Dashie's sex. The blue puppy breathed in heavy, needy pants - her face painted far redder than Scoots had ever seen. The few glimpses of leather wrapping around Dashie's bubbly butt told Scoots all she needed to know.

Scoots looked to Mistress, knowing that being on her back wasn't exactly right for a doggie, but willing to stay all the same. "Good girl, why not give Dashie a bit of mouth lovin' on her... new bits." Scoots blinked and then rose to all fours, inching her way over to the needy, blue puppy.

Scoots then lowered her head, shuffling her way under Dashie who still stood, showing no signs of rolling over to make it easy. "Look at the bitch, couldn't even wait for her to roll over!" Pinkie squeed, as if this quality was a rare and sought after one.

"Well, guess there's no harm in just letting her figure it out." Mistress laughed. "She can be slow, but she gets there eventually." Scoots felt her blush deepen, her embarrassment and lust ever rising. She needed this!

She found the hanging schlong in a short moment, looking it over with a combination of trepidation, wonder, and admiration. It was the right color for Dashie, cyan - though a tad plastic looking - and thoroughly veined. It seemed to shimmer ever so slightly in the light - though Scoots decided that that was likely either Dashie's arousal running down its impressive length or some lube added by Pinkie.

Scoots gave it a lick and was surprised how real the toy felt and tasted. There was the bland, yet slightly salty taste of flesh coated in sweat. It didn't feel like plastic to her, and even seemed to project the warmth of an actual body part. It must've been a very expensive toy to look so plastic and yet feel so real in every way.

With growing need, she gave the head a lick, smiling as it twitched in response. She popped the head into her mouth, giving it a small suckle before popping it out of her mouth and licking it a few more times. She could've sworn that as her tongue flicked over the head it gave her the taste of pre - but then again it likely did. After all, this toy was stuck right into Dashie's snatch and was likely getting coated in the puppy's juices.

Scoots moved forward, taking its entire length into her mouth while licking its underside hungrily. It was amazing! She loved the sensation it provided her, and doubted Dashie would say - if able - any different. It tasted wonderful, it felt wonderful, and - according to Dashie's whimpering moans - effectively delivered pleasure to the wearer.

She had never sucked a dick before, but if it was anything like this... well she could see the allure - though really only if it was attached to someone she loved and wanted to serve, or otherwise was ordered to suck off by her Mistress. She could imagine her Mistress one day telling her that she needed to find a guy from the college and suck him off in secret - or maybe in front of his friends.

She shivered at this thought and redoubled her efforts, focusing on the schlong in front of her. Attached to Dashie like it was, it was the only dick that actually mattered right now. She savored every second of it as she slopped wet licks and whorish sucks across it.

"Alright, heel, bitch." Mistress ordered. Scoots froze all at once, unsure what she was to do next. "I think you've worked her up enough. Take your rutting now." Scoots, a wonder filled smile plastered stupidly across her face, crawled out between Dashie's hindlegs, popping out into the open air.

Scoots danced in a circle excitedly, chasing her tail in a display of just how excited she was at the prospect. "Very cute, but you need to heel." Mistress ordered once more. Scoots, remembering herself, stopped immediately and then thrust her rear up while lowering her face and tits to touch the cool grass.

"Yup, your puppy is really leaking!" Pinkie noted, walking behind the presenting puppy. "Lemme get this for you." She said, flicking Scoots' tail up and onto her back. She hadn't realized it, but the slim patch of hair had actually given her a tad bit of warmth down there, and now that it was removed a chill breeze whispered across her pussy lips.

She waited as Dashie could be heard shuffling behind her, likely waiting for the command. Scoots whined in need, feeling her own arousal dribbling down her leg as she waited. It was all too much for her! She needed this dicking badly, and only the Mistresses command could give it to her.

"Rut your bitch, Dashie, rut your bitch!" Pinkie encouraged. Not a second later, Scoots felt the other puppy mount her, her boobs pressing against her back while the feeling of the dick pushing deep inside Scoots' willing and aching sex sent her so high she thought she might never come down. She moaned and howled all at once as Dashie began to rut her properly - no longer caring if anyone might see them as she simply let loose on the volume. She didn't care if the whole world saw them!

The pistoning dick that plunged deep inside of her felt so right, especially coming from another obedient puppy. It was right to be bred like the bitch she was, and it only felt better that it was Dashie doing it. She only wished she could be a mother to Dashie's children, but the dick between them was obviously not flesh and blood. It didn't stop it from feeling far more wonderful than she could imagine any dick feeling.

The two puppies rutted harder and harder, both giving yelps and howls of pleasure while their owners - their mistresses - watched on in satisfaction at the display. Scoots wished the feeling would continue, wanting to stay there all through the night simply getting fucked, getting rutted. She wanted everyone in town to know what she really was, to be treated like this every day. It was amazing!

Pleasure running high, she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge with every pump of the toy dick inside of her pussy. The pleasure soared higher and higher, her mind cracking under the strain. All at once, she felt the cascading pleasure of her body reaching the ultimate climax, a rolling orgasm flowing through every fiber of her being.

Despite her maddening pleasure, some part of her let her realize something, and her eyes widen in shock even as she rode her orgasm. The dick, it was... pumping something in. The dick, so obviously not flesh and blood, was cumming inside of HER! It felt far better than anything she could've imagined.

Filled to the brim with pleasure, she let out a howl tinged with her immense confusion. It really must've been an expensive toy to do that. It felt warm and tingly, and she could feel it leaking out slightly. Their shared orgasm, however, didn't stop the fucking - no, rutting - that she was getting. She realized this as soon as her mental fog had cleared enough to realize that Dashie was still pumping away.

Thrust by thrust her pleasure built up again. She knew that usually it took her about twice the time of the first orgasm to reach the next, and yet as Dashie rammed her dick deep into her, she knew she wasn't going to have to wait that long for her next orgasm. Already, as each thrust drove her higher, she knew that her next orgasm would take even less time! It was wonderful!

Dashie bit down on Scoots' hair, pulling the other puppy's head back while rutting her. Scoots wept tears of mingled pain and completion as Dashie continued to mercilessly rut her like the bitch she was. It felt so good! Every pounding thrust sending shockwaves through her that shattered any thoughts save those dedicated to complete submission.

Once more she felt the incredibly odd sensation of Dashie cumming inside of her while she rode her next orgasm. She howled once more, feeling fuller and fuller as each pump send another wave of pleasure painted ooze inside of her. She loved the feeling and now, much like the sensation of sucking a dick, she could see the great allure it possessed. True, she had used dildos before to great effect, but a dildo was being shown for the pale imitation that it was as Dashie hilted inside of Scoots over and over.

"Pull out of her, Dashie." Pinkie called. "Don't make me ask twice, Bitchy McBitchface." Dashie did as she was ordered with more than a little reluctance. Scoots also gave a whine for her part as the toy lewdly popped out of her pussy. She needed that cock! "Now let's see how she likes the taste!"

Scoots' eyes lit up, and before she could react, Dashie leapt over her, turned about, and shoved her thing down Scoots' throat in a single, preternaturally smooth motion. Scoots took the dick down her throat with a strangled yelp, her panic quickly replaced with her growing lust as she began to suck on it like she had sucked her panties earlier that evening.

Dashie hummed in pleasure as she slammed her rod down Scoots' willing throat, relishing the feeling of the young girl's other tight hole around her meat stick. Scoots did her best to amplify what her idol felt by flicking her tongue about, tasting every inch of the dick - getting a good taste of herself as she did. She almost came at that as she relished the combined taste of herself and her idol - the meaning hitting her all the more.

"She's a natural dicksleeve." Pinkie noted happily. Scoots' wouldn't disagree, especially since it was Dashie's dick in question. She'd be the other puppy's fucktoy for as long as she wanted her. She'd suck any dick this puppy could wear!

"Your Dashie is just as good a fucking sluts it seems." Mistress replied, watching the two puppies go at it. A momentary stagger in the rhythm of throat fucking told Scoots that the comment had hit as it was intended, which made both girls only that much hotter.

As it all built to a crescendo, both girls realized one of them was about to cum. Scoots, taking the initiative, did all she could to enhance the experience and dove forward, pressing her nose to Dashie's crotch while sticking out her tongue. Had Dashie been a stallion her balls would've been tickled by the flicking tongue, but instead the tongue - which Apple Bloom had always noted was a tad longer than it had any right to be - was able to dart and lash itself about the other puppy's tail. Not sure how much she might be able to do, Scoots flexed her tongue and drew the tail down, a move that adjusted its position noticeably inside Dashie - whose howl confirmed it had gotten the intended effect through.

Eyes widening, Scoots felt the dong expanding slightly as it came, something she hadn't exactly counted on. Pulling out now was impossible, and the dick was quite long and now buried as deep as it could be inside of her maw. The hot streams of whatever it had for jizz were sent in waves directly to her belly, and nothing that wouldn't send her to the hospital would be able to disentangle her from the dick as it pulsed.

Dashie gave a contented sigh as she came down from her orgasm before pulling out of Scoots, who fell to the floor panting. "Aw, she's all tuckered out." Pinkie cooed. "Dashie, rut her extra hard." She ordered, a twinge of unexpected sadism coming through. Had Scoots had the energy or the wherewithal to look up, that devilish look she couldn't imagine on the pink face was there with extra force than even Apple Bloom had ever managed.

Scoots heard Dashie moving about quickly, and the sensation of the dick entering her again pierced the fog of her growing exhaustion. Her postcoital fatigue combined with a short stint of not breathing was wreaking havoc on her, and now she was apparently going for the real ride of her life.

This point was proven all the more as the blue puppy began to rail deep, hard, and fast into Scoots. The endurance of the athlete was unparalleled and her technique exquisite, and Scoots was already ready to tap out. She wouldn't surrender, but the pleasure and her own body's limitations were dragging her closer to a warm oblivion.

"How many more do you think she can take, Bloomie?" Pinkie asked in the way you asked how long you needed to bake a cake for. Mistress considered this for a short while while her pet simply whimpered happily on the floor while getting her dicking.

"Dunno, maybe two? She's already on fumes, but she could always try an' surprise us with how much of a slut she is. Ain't that right, puppy?" Mistress asked, popping a squat beside her puppy, running her hand through Scoots' mussed up hair. Scoots herself wasn't sure if she could answer, but she certainly wouldn't give up because she was tired.

With a surge of unfounded strength, she stood herself on all fours as she was fucked, much to Dashie's temporary consternation. She would go down, that much was a foregone conclusion whose only remaining unknown was 'when', but she'd prolong that 'when' for as long as she could. She'd get fucked and she'd be awake to feel it. Most of it for sure. The majority if at all possible. A decent portion probably.

The pounding beat of Dashie's dicking, by some contrivance of circumstances beyond her mental capacity, matched the beat of 'Come on in'. In her mind the song began to play as it had yesterday morning. She felt the guitar, the drums, the singer doing his best, and the beat. Oh, could she feel the beat!

Come on in!
The Water's fine!
Come on in!
This ain't no wine an' dine!
Come on in!
Enjoy the show!
Come on in!
Come on let's go!

She shuddered as she came once more, the feeling of Dashie's dick engorging inside of her as it flooded her insides all the more. She could feel a growing trickle of their intertwined juices flowing down her leg as Dashie failed to hesitate between orgasms. It was all just too amazing! Some of it could be put to words, but the points that she'd cherish for the rest of her days - the parts that she truly loved - were beyond any description that she had words for.

'Orgasmic' didn't do enough justice, 'pleasure' fell far too short, 'ecstasy' made it past the first few hurdles but bit the dirt before the finish line, and even 'life-changing' was an understatement. She'd describe the encounter to those she trusted using those words to be sure, but that was more to do with the fact she didn't feel like trying her hand at word smithing.

All this and more flittered across Scoots ragged, chemical addled brain in disorganized fragments as Dashie continued to ram her dick into Scoots' pussy with all the tender graces of dynamite. She could feel herself fading into the embrace of her mounting orgasms, but she wasn't ready yet, not by a long shot.

Oh, there'll be plenty of puppies and kittens
So many different sorts, I ain't even kiddin'
Just bring your moves and bring your bodeh!
There's no fee, so no need for the moneh!
Feel that pleasure in your soul!
Feel it eatin' you whole!

She melted as Dashie came again, a thin, nearly imperceptible moan slipping from her lips as she came a second later. She shivered at the sensation of more cum flowing inside of her, the fact that Pinkie an Mistress were laughing at her expense barely registering in her mind. She was focused on the fucking, nothing else really mattered.

Party at my place tomorrow night!
It'll be just like any other night
But this time it's going out with a bang
'cause this time the Reaper came by an' rang
But you get to live, it ain't no fuckin' shame
'cause turns out death, she be a dame!
So come by and fuckin' do her well
'cause if you don't we're all goin' to hell!
So!
Come on in!
The Water's fine!
Come on in!
This ain't no wine an' dine!
Come on in!
Enjoy the show!
Come on in!
That's right you sons of mothers! Get back in there for mo'!
Come on in!
The Water's fine!
Come on in!
This ain't no wine an' dine!
Come on in!
Enjoy the show!
Come on in!
Come on let's go!

Dashie came once more, and as she did, Scoots felt herself fall away that last bit. She felt herself, beyond her control now, slumping further forward as she simply fell away from the world. The pleasure had gone beyond what her brain was ready to process. It was all too much, and so wonderful!

"Awe, she's done - and so quick too." Pinkie's voice said at some distance. "Guess a slutty puppy can only do so much in the face of my Dashie." She sniggered.

"Yup, seems she's had enough." Mistress said, her voice nearly a whisper in Scoot's ears. Pinkie giggled in her way, somewhere beyond Scoots' area of understanding.

"I just can't wait to see what she looks like as she gets bigger." Pinkie said in a devilishly melodic way. "One of those loads has to have been good enough to get the bitch carrying." Those words were cause for failing concern in Scootaloo as she faded farther away. She would've asked questions, said something, but she was too far gone.

Instead, she slipped further away as she felt the distant hand of her Mistress petting her soothingly as the dregs of consciousness swirled down the drain of her fatigue. "Time for this slutty puppy to go beddy-bye, the poor bitch." Scoots would've felt something of a prickle of embarrassment had she had enough wakeful thought to spare. As it was, she drifted into the oblivion on a warm wave of pleasure that set her dream boat sailing across the placid sea of soothing, peaceful dreams about puppies, music, and fucking as the CD switched to the next track.

We'll do it on the table!