Scoots and Bloomie - A Birthday Pet Playdate

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!