Scoots and Bloomie - A Birthday Pet Playdate

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!