Scoots and Bloomie - A Birthday Pet Playdate

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!