Scoots and Bloomie - A Birthday Pet Playdate

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.