Scoots and Bloomie - A Birthday Pet Playdate

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.