Scoots and Bloomie - A Birthday Pet Playdate

Scootaloo rolled over in bed, muttering in her half asleep state. She wrapped herself tightly in the blankets, giving a contented sigh as she settled back down. A light in her brain sprang to life, noticing that, for some reason, something that wasn't the consistency of her juices was trickling out of her. She scrunched her face, not wanting to actually get up yet.

That changed as last night flooded over her all at once.

In a flurry of motion, she shot upright and looked at herself. Her pubes were gone. The tail was gone and, yes - confirmed by a quick hand wave - so was her ears. She reached to touch her neck, her heart quickening in unknown panic as she did. A second later she felt leather under her digits.

Letting out a breath she hadn't known she had been holding, she let her fingers dance across the collar, finding the tag. She couldn't see it no matter how she craned her neck to look, but she did see the dribble coming out of her pussy. She hesitantly scooped up a tad of it and brought it up to her eyes for inspection. It was... well it did look like cum.

She lapped it up, noting it did taste a bit like Da-... Rainbow Dash! She had eaten out and had been fucked by RAINBOW FUCKING DASH! Beyond that, Rainbow was... was... a puppy? Scoots blinked, feeling something in her drop in sadness at that realization.

It had taken until that moment to truly realize that, deep down, she had held out hope that Rainbow would turn out in the end to be her dominant. It was weird on a certain level to Scoots. She loved Apple Bloom, her Mistress; so why had she held out that hope - even if subconsciously? Could she even have had two mistresses? Was that a thing?

She slipped out of the bed, finally noticing that the room she was in was not her Mistress and hers. She also noticed how weird it felt to stand on two legs. It was odder than it ever had been. Something in her, for some reason, was telling her - no, screaming at her - that standing like a person was... wrong. Unnatural.

As if in a trance, she slumped to her knees in a slow gliding motion before taking to all fours. It was... better. The natural state she was meant to be in. She thought on this for a second as she looked about the room. Sure, when she had first started being a puppy she had felt the whole 'all fours' thing was odd. Over time it had become easier and easier to be on her hands and knees while at home. But now?

She wasn't at home, and yet it felt so good to be on all fours. Was it something to do with last night? Possibly. She had submitted in a way she never had before. She had broken through barriers she had never expected to. She had lusted after breaking those taboo barriers ever since Apple Bloom had accepted, but the chance of succeeding at that dream always seemed farfetched. But now... wow.

Her mind returned to the room about her, which she now began to inspect. It didn't take long to confirm the suspicion she had had to begin with. On the night stand was a picture of Pinkie and Rainbow hugging each other happily. She also noticed the leash that dangled carelessly out of one of the nightstand's drawers. Or perhaps it wasn't careless. After all, last night was so outlandish in some of its elements that certain amount of confirmation was actually necessary.

Now? Well, now she could confirm that Pinkie and 'Dashie' were real. She could also confirm that she had, indeed, been fucked. Rutted was the better word for it, but Scoots was letting Scootaloo do the driving at the time. Language only mattered at certain points, and Scootaloo was more inclined to think of it as a 'fucking'.

Looking about once more she realized that the bed she had woken up in was more than able to fit four bodies in it - even if it had to include Pinkie's honking badonkers. Had she... had she actually slept in the same bed as her idol? Sure, the fucking was in all honesty more intimate, but the sleeping in the same bed... that was just something else entirely.

As she thought on this, she noticed the sounds drifting up from below. The sounds of clinking silverware and conversation. Everyone else was apparently awake already and having whatever meal the hour of the day dictated. It could've been dinner for all Scoots knew had she not looked to the window. The aid of landmarks and the position of the sun relative to those markers told her it was morning.

The clock on the nightstand could've said that too, but it was kind of hidden behind the aforementioned picture and Scoots hadn't actually noticed it.

A moment of hesitation later, she moved over to the open door that let out into the hallway on all fours, unsure what she might be going to. Breakfast was a pretty good guess, but whether or not there was something beyond that was another question entirely. She wanted to think that today would be last night part two, but there was no guarantee of that.

She followed her ears, and then her nose, to the dining room where Pinkie ate her breakfast with Apple Bloom while Rainbow ate Pinkie out. It was a wonderfully lewd sight that Scootaloo loved to see. Apple Bloom looked over and smiled at her as she entered.

"Good to see you awake and crawlin' around, honey." She said as sweet as ever. "You needin' something to eat? Oh, you can talk now by the way in case you was worried." Scootaloo considered this for a moment. For one reason or another she didn't feel particularly hungry. Maybe it was the hour of the day, the change in routine throwing her off, or maybe even last night's activities.

"Not actually that hungry..." She said finally, her voice low. Apple Bloom didn't have to have it spelled out for her, and so moved back in her chair with a concerned look in her eyes as she regarded her pet. Neither Mistress nor pet spoke for a second, giving the other a chance to begin that wasn't taken on either end at first.

"You doin' alright?" Apple Bloom asked a moment later. It was obvious something was bothering Scootaloo, but what it was was yet to be made clear - possibly even to Scootaloo herself.

"I... uh... pomegranates?" Scoots pipped up from behind the crumbling Scootaloo. Apple Bloom's face grew a tad more serious at this. She stood up at once, saying something to Pinkie in a whisper, before moving off to the living room, letting Scootaloo follow at her own pace. Scootaloo hesitated a second, not sure if she really wanted to talk despite invoking the safe word, but in the end she did follow after - still on her hands and knees.

Apple Bloom, as Scootaloo entered the living room, was found seated on the floor, her legs tucked under her butt. She sat there calmly, simply waiting for Scootaloo to talk. There was no rush for her, the safety word meant something was really bothering her pet. It certainly wasn't something that was used every day - or even month for that matter.

"I... uh... I..." Scootaloo struggled, casting her eyes low as she searched the carpet as if it would tell her the answers to all the questions that had ever plagued her. Unfortunately it was not the fabled 'prophetic carpet', but instead an old shag carpet that was - unlike the majority of its kind - well cared for.

"Take your time, Scootaloo." Apple Bloom said with a calm voice. "You called for safety, you have it until you say otherwise." Scootaloo, despite Apple Bloom's intentions, did not feel uplifted by this pronouncement. The room returned to silence for a short while as Scootaloo continued to fail at articulation. Apple Bloom sighed, a sad smile on her lips that Scootaloo wasn't appreciating due to her fixation on the beige carpeting.

"Come 'ere, sugar." Apple Bloom said, getting Scootaloo's attention. The farmgirl lifted an arm out, and on instinct Scoots dove forward, cuddling into the gap. Apple Bloom hugged her closely, running a hand through the other girl's short hair. Scootaloo smiled, even as tears began to stream down her cheeks, as she realized that - as a comforting gesture - Apple Bloom was humming the riff to that song. Apparently comforting her pet was cause to go beyond her reticence surrounding songs that included the word 'table'.

The two of them just sat there for a good long while, Apple Bloom stroking Scoots' hair in a way that - oddly enough - had no sexual tones to it. That was if you could get beyond the point that one of the girls was completely naked for the entire time. Relationships can be complicated at points, and there are so many points in relationships.

"I..." Scootaloo began once more, sniffling as she did her best to regain her composure, "You got me pregnant without asking?" She asked in near a whisper. It was full of a mixture of hurt and an edge of something else. Apple Bloom looked at her pet in something approaching confusion - though the light of understanding did glint in her eye.

"What gave you that idea?" Apple Bloom asked, not entirely denying it - but certainly not confirming it. It was that very fact that confirmed it in Scootaloo's mind.

"Last night." Scootaloo said simply. Apple Bloom nodded for her to continue - there had been a lot that happened last night. "Just before I... fainted? Blacked out I guess. Just before that... well, I heard Pinkie. She said something about... carrying."

"Mhmm." Apple Bloom nodded solemnly, no jokes to obfuscate the matter.

"I... I'm p-pregnant?" Scoots stuttered in utter shock and disbelief. "B-but how? Rainbow's a... she's a girl! A strap-on does not a man make." Scootaloo said in almost the same way a teacher would admonish a student.

"Magic strap-ons, I imagine, work according to different rules, darlin'." Apple Bloom said with a kind, yet cocky, grin. "Princess Twilight has access to quite the... ahem, interesting assortment of..." She trailed off for a second, as if the precise word had left her, only to nod as it came back, "unique toys."

"Y-you..." Scootaloo stammered as she tried to put it together, her future already flashing horrid and confusing images in front of her. "You got me... pregnant? You got me pregnant without asking‽"

"No, I did not."

"'Cuz you certainly didn't ask when I was in any sort of the right state of mind, Bloom!" Scootaloo pointed an accusatory finger at Apple Bloom's chin.

"I didn't ask because I wasn't gonna let you get pregnant." Apple Bloom stated confidently.

"B-but Dash... and the dick! It shot stuff in me!" Scootaloo said, fighting back the arousal that phrase generated. She wanted - nay needed - to be indignant right now. She couldn't let her kinks get in the way of this!

"Magic donger, sugar." Apple Bloom reminded with a smile. "Look, I told Pinkie last night to bring it with Dashie for... various reasons. Yes, if the situation is right it very much can make you preggers with another girl's babies. Heck, Twilight made that point very clear.

"But," the critical word stopped another outburst from Scootaloo before it had even boiled up, "last night I told Dashie to make absolutely positively beyond a shadow of a doubt that it wouldn't do it last night. I didn't tell Pinkie because I knew she'd taunt you with it and I knew that at the time she did it you'd love it."

"You mean?"

"You ain't carryin', Scoots." Apple Bloom said with a sense of finality to the statement. Scootlaoo wondered if something was wrong with her when a pang of disappointment shot through her. "Pinkie wasn't to know, nor was you. Dash an' I made extra sure."

Scootaloo quieted down, falling back to the floor - not having realized she had lifted herself up while shouting at Apple Bloom. She sat there in thought, not sure how she felt. A lot of confusing things had been sprung on her over the last few minutes.

"Scoots... Scootaloo, would you mind Pinkie and Dash comin' on in here? To talk, nothin' else." Apple Bloom asked, placing a tentative hand on Scootaloo's shoulder. Scoots desperately wanted to say yes, but a part of Scootaloo wasn't sure. Did she really want to see either girl right now? Would it be wise? It would only be for talk, so... maybe?

"Yeah..." Scootaloo said on a breath. Apple Bloom nodded, patting her pet and lover on the shoulder before standing and moving to the dining room. A moment later the three girls reentered. For the moment they were all silent as Scootaloo still tried to bring herself back together.

When she looked up, the three of them were all looking at her with a lovingly concerned expression. Seeing them like that, it made Scoots feel a pang of guilt - short lived, true, but still present for that fleeting moment. Pinkie gave a small smile, as was her way, and scooted closer to Scoots - her toosh making a rubber squeaking sound as she moved even with her being on carpet.

"I'm sorry that we took it so far without asking first." Pinkie apologized sincerely. "We thought you'd like it and would want it to be a surprise. I guess... no, I know we were wrong. I'm sorry we messed up your birthday party and hurt you." Scootaloo sniffed, and then dove forward, wrapping Pinkie up in a hug.

The two girls hugged in silence for several moments until, with a smile, Scootaloo said, "You didn't ruin my party, Pinkie." It was a whisper just loud enough for everyone to hear. "I'm... I don't know exactly what I'm feeling but... well..." She leaned back, looking at the pink girl. "I'm not mad, not disappointed." She looked over to the other two girls.

"I'm a tad confused admittedly, but beyond that... well, I think last night was a blast." She said, a thin smile on her face. "I loved every moment of it. Sure, I got real concerned when I thought maybe I was... well, pregnant. But... I'm not!" She chuckled at this, backing off from Pinkie as she shook her head. "I'm not pregnant." She repeated, more to herself than anyone else. "Whatever made you get a magic dick that might do that?" Scootaloo asked after a moment of nervous chuckling.

"Well, that's a fun story." Dashie confessed, leaning back as naked as the day she was born - maybe more. "Pinks and I have been wanting to go next level for a while. I mean, we aren't married, but we certainly are up for it."

"Absotively posolutely!"

"Yeah, that. Anywho, we've been thinking a tad farther afield than that in recent days. Like 'whadda we wanna do with our lives?' kind of far afield." Rainbow said. "We both said we'd kinda want kids - different reasons for the two of us. Personally I've always wanted a kid to call my own that I could do sports with. Teach someone the ropes that was my very own."

"And having a kid means plenty of birthday parties! No more than anyone else, fair enough, but still more than if they weren't around!" Pinkie chirped happily.

"Either way, kids." Rainbow dismissed with a good-natured chuckle. "We both thought having them would be a good idea. So we... well we went to Magic Twilight. I mean, when you want something that isn't normal you go to the thing labeled 'magic', am I right?"

"Twi got us the fancy magic dong that could gettcha pregante off another girl! You know that already since Rainbow implied it, but I can confirm that we didn't get it off of some Shady McShaderson that pawned it to us for a blowie and a fiver." Pinkie said with all too much exuberance.

"Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhh..." Rainbow drew out, looking her partner up and down with a confused and concerned look. "Anyway, she gave it to us along with the instructions on how to use it. It can be used for realistic seed both sterile and quite fertile."

"And we're sure I got hit with the sterile version last night?" Scoots interjected, a spark of... something approaching hope in her gut for one reason or another.

"Oh yeah, made sure to dip it in cold water before we left." Rainbow dismissed. With Scoots' look of utter confusion Rainbow shook her head. "Warm water to make it fertile and cold to make it sterile. By warm I mean near boiling... or past boiling for that matter - I guess - , and by cold I mean icy salt water cold. Pinkie wasn't going to notice since she ordered me to be the one to do it."

"Naughty puppy is gonna get a spanking for that one." Pinkie interjected as she waggled a finger at her pet.

"Can't wait, Mistress, but getting back to topic," Rainbow continued, not missing a single beat, "I can assure you that what you got pumped full of, though very much a realistic - if not extra tingly - version of spunk, was in fact sterile." Scootaloo considered this a moment and then slowly nodded, her head lowering towards the floor as she did.

"So it was a gift then? Fuck me for my birthday?" Scootaloo asked in a low tone.

"Heck of a birthday present, huh?" Rainbow laughed. "But it was only part of the gift." Scootaloo looked back towards Rainbow, not sure what might come next. "I said about the kids, right?" Scoots nodded slowly, a tingling of hope returning to her chest. "Well it ends up that Pinkie is... particular." Scoots looked to the pink girl expectantly.

"You make it sound like I'm weird!" Pinkie protested before huffing and turning to Scoots. "I want kids, right?" Scootaloo nodded, still following. "What would you say the easiest way to do it would be considering what we have access to?" Scootaloo paused for a moment and mulled it over.

"One of you fucks the other?" She offered, not wanting to mix up who would be getting fucked. Rainbow was the relationship's sub, but by how much? Did they take turns? No matter how hard Scootaloo tried she couldn't truly envision Rainbow - even as Dashie - doing all the wonderfully deprecating things that she had done as Scoots.

"Right‽" Pinkie said in an almost exasperated tone. "But that's where it gets complicated!" She paused, as if expecting Scootaloo to fill in the verbal blank. Seeing as Scootaloo sat patiently, waiting for the answer, Pinkie eventually sighed and continued. "Which one of us is fucked‽"

"I don't see why-"

"Dashie's the obvious choice, with how I've told her to sleep around! It would be the best cover for how she got pregananant!" Scoots raised a finger and opened her mouth to insert herself into the conversation, but Pinkie was on a tirade. There'd be no stopping this train anytime soon. "But noooooooooooooo, she can't get pergenat! She's gotta do the sports!

"Mind you, I wholly support my little Dashie in all her sportiness and everything she does, but can't she take some off time to help us both out?" Pinkie huffed. "Anyway, then there's me. I can't get pregat since I'm supposed to be the faithful one. We can't say we did IVF since neither of us has that kinda cash. It looks fishy trying to claim you spent the evening on a yacht when you couldn't afford one of the tins of caviar on board; capisce?" Scoots, indeed, didn't 'capisce'.

"She's trying to say that if we claim that we did something wicked expensive," Dash began, already vastly clearer than her mistress, "and everyone knows we aren't made of that type of dough, it'll look strange. There'll still be questions no matter how well we try and sell it. We're up shit creek without a paddle."

"Yeah, but that's just it. Neither of us can get pregnant." Pinkie said in a tone that implied that she had implied something that she believed Scootaloo to implicitly understand - the implicitly implied implications really starting to pile up on the girl.

"You're gonna have to spell it out, I'm afraid." Scoots said with a confused expression that was threating to become stuck on her mug. Pinkie groaned a sigh in exaggerated exasperation.

"Dashie and I can't get pregnant," She stated once more, "but you can." And then the chickens came home to roost - that was, until Scootaloo made them scurry away. Middle school name-calling gave her an aversion to the birds, real or metaphorical.

"You mean..." She trailed off, unsure what she should say to this. There weren't any words she really could say.

"Only if you want to." Apple Bloom said, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I want you to know that you can refuse. If there's even the smallest of inclinations to refuse, Scoots, I want you to shoot down this offer, yuh hear?"

"We aren't going to force you to do this." Rainbow added. "And to be clear, we can still have 'bunches of fun' - as Pinkie would say - if you say no. The only thing that wouldn't happen is I wouldn't breed you." That was enough to make Scoots jump up and shout yes over and over again, but Scootaloo was a tad bit more wery.

"What... what will the arrangement be?" She asked to the three girls. "I mean... as I'm piecing it together, and correct me if I'm wrong, Dashie's going to put a baby in me - or at least try - and then I just have a baby for you two?"

"Kinda sorta half maybe." Pinkie nodded. "Your kid too, if you'd agree. I mean, DUH, it'd be your kid. They'd come outta you! We'd just raise 'em together. One big happy family! You'd never want for babysitters, except when Dashie and I are already out of town in which case you might if you wanted to go out with Bloomie, and then you'd need to find one and might have to pay and-"

"So what do you think?" Rainbow said, letting Pinkie continue to rattle on about the in and outs of getting a babysitter in this economy.

Scootaloo sat there and thought for a good long while. She weighed her options, each option having its upsides and downsides. On the one hand, she'd get to carry Rainbow's child - that was a plus unto itself. She had never dreamed such a thing could actually happen. Well, maybe she had dreamed. She liked reading and that tended to give ideas, but that wasn't the point.

The negative that was readily available to the same situation was that she'd, indeed, carry the child. Beyond the simple negatives to be considered during the pregnancy and the birth itself, there was the consideration of what the FUCK she'd tell her parents. True, they might not care beyond the consideration that they'd be grandparents; but they did know that, in fact, their daughter was as gay as they came. She hadn't shown interest in any boys beyond how she could beat them in a competition.

She might be able to say a one night stand had done it, and perhaps she could sneak in a nugget that Apple Bloom and her were in a rather open relationship. It might work - up until the birth. Unless the kid came out looking exactly like her, there'd be very few people to look at for being the father. Rainbow hair would be the worst thing for it, and it might just happen.

Then there was the whole social connotation to consider. She wasn't a minor, that much was behind her, but getting pregnant midway through semester, despite being in a college that likely wouldn't care on an institutional level unless she decided to call rape, would likely find herself a sort of social pariah. It'd be painful, though maybe not as much as it might've been. After all, she did already have all the friends she wanted - and those weren't likely to run away from her. Three of them would be the reason for it.

Pros and cons continued to whirl about her head as she thought about it. Much to her relief, none of the others bothered her while she thought about it. Even as her thought process took her the better part of half an hour, none of them pushed her beyond asking if she wanted a snack or a drink. She took her time, and in the end, the balance of pros and cons began to settle.

She looked up. "Before I make my final decision," Scootaloo began in as confident of a tone as she could muster, "I'd like to talk to Dash. Alone." The three other girls looked at each other and all nodded or shrugged.

"Alright, just call us back in before you make your announcement." Apple Bloom said, patting her lover on the back. "Be sure you're gonna make your choice; not ours." She said calmly, reassuring Scootaloo in her own way. Scootaloo smiled at that and nodded as the two mistresses left the room, leaving the two pets alone.

"So what'd you want to ask... or say. I'm not gonna be the one to say what you have to spend this time on." Rainbow said, leaning against the foot of the couch. Scootaloo paused, looking Rainbow over one more time. She admired the athlete just as much as she always had - maybe more now that she got to see her in her naked glory sitting on the floor across from her. Even in what others might consider a compromising position, she seemed at ease without as much as a single care.

"I wanted to start out with a confession." Scootaloo admitted. Rainbow cocked an eyebrow, but didn't interrupt. She was showing a lot of restraint today, a bit more wouldn't hurt. "I've always... well, I've always idolized you." Scoots began. "Ever since I was a kid a looked at you like the big sister I never had... until I did."

"I know that kiddo." Rainbow reminded her.

"Yes and no." Scoots pushed through. "I've told you before that I held you up as an idol. I doubt I have to tell you what puberty went and did with that." That sentence hung in the air for a bit, a moment of silence clinging tightly before Rainbow smirked at the girl.

"Made you pretty freakin' gay, huh?" Rainbow joked.

"Super freakin' gay." Scootaloo nodded with a smile. "I always... kinda imagined I'd find a way to be with you. Imagining it was about all I could hope for since I knew it'd never happen... until yesterday I guess." She paused for a moment, collecting herself before plowing on. "I fantasized you'd be my mistress and I'd be your perfect submissive. You'd order me about and I'd obey and we'd both be happy." Rainbow nodded to this, likely having guessed as much before.

"When you started dating Pinkie I... well, I wasn't mad. I mean, no one could be mad with Pinkie... for long." Scootaloo sighed, casting her eyes down once more. "I knew even then I didn't have a chance. I was me and you were you, there was really no chance of it being a thing."

"And then last night happened." Rainbow provided, her smile evident in her voice. Scootaloo couldn't help but smile one of the happiest smiles of her life - a smile only beaten by the one she wore when Apple Bloom had first said 'yes' nearly a year ago.

"Yeah." Scoots said simply, basking in the elation that the memory of last night brought. "Though it did put something to bed finally." Scootaloo looked up with a slightly sad smile. "I now know that there was no chance you could've been my mistress. It... it helped me, actually." Rainbow cocked an eyebrow at this, motioning for the girl to carry on.

"I... I didn't really know this on any conscious level. It was something I had to figure out when it happened, and even this morning. I..." She paused for a moment and looked up at Dash, pushing back tears that she didn't really want right now, "I had held out hope. Something like hope, at least, that you'd take me at some point. But seeing you like... like this," She motioned to the nude girl's everything, "it sent a message home that shouldn't have been away for so long."

"Which one's that?" Rainbow asked in a tone that had a quality of care that Scootaloo had never quite expected from the brash athlete though she had heard it a few times in the past.

"That you aren't my mistress." Scootaloo chuckled at that, a wry smirk playing across her features. "Apple Bloom is my Mistress... and I love her more than anything." She looked straight at Rainbow Dash as she prepared herself for the last bit. "Even you." Rainbow, as opposed to what Scootaloo had thoroughly expected, nodded with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Good thing to realize, kiddo." Rainbow said with the utmost sincerity. "I love Pinkie more than anything too, and I'm not mincing words about it neither. I love her enough that I obey her when she tells me to cheat on her. I can kiss and fuck whoever whenever, but no one is taking me away from my Pinkie."

"About that," Scootaloo interjected, a thought that had been relegated to the side coming back in full force now, "she ordered you to cheat on her?" Rainbow gave a nod as she looked out to the middle distance - as if letting fond memories wash over her.

"Yep." She sighed. "Started out as 'go kiss that chick' and worked it's way to 'give that guy a blowie behind the bleachers' before making its way to 'start an affair with that one'. I think the next step is a threesome or foursome with her sisters, depending on who we can get to be game, but that's just me." Scoots blinked in stunned silence.

"What? She's telling me to do it so it ain't cheating." Rainbow said, raising her hands in her own defense. "I'm only doing it because it makes her happy to see me do it, otherwise I'd be with only her and be happy. She just gets a kick out of knowing that I'll come back even after being with anyone else."

"I guess that makes sense." Scoots admitted. "I've fantasized about doing similar, but Mistress isn't about to do it... or make me do it, I guess." Rainbow nodded knowingly to that.

"Kinda funny how the super sub got the middle-roader while the rebellious sub got the ultra dom." Rainbow remarked in a way that went completely over Scoots' head.

"What now?" She asked, not sure where to begin in unravelling Rainbow's pronouncement.

"Guess you ain't up on the lingo... that I've kinda made up on my own since I'm too lazy to look anything up on the internet."

"Enlighten me?" Scootaloo said, not sure what she was signing up for.

"Well, it's like this: being a dom or a sub isn't an on or off type thing, right? 'Cuz, you see, there are subs that are subbier than others and doms that are dommier than others. Trust me, I've been with the whole gambit of dommy doms and subby subs." Rainbow chuckled. Scootaloo just nodded, taking this in as best she could.

"You, my dear, are the subbiest sub that ever did sub - in my humble opinion." Rainbow continued, working past her own amusement. "You crawled out into that street naked 'cuz your mistress said to. You didn't even know that your mistress called in favors and did some sly deals to make sure nobody was in the neighborhood 'cept Sweetie - which she told me all about."

"Wait, what?" Scootaloo said in renewed confusion.

"Oh wow, she hasn't even told you that much, huh? Guess you did just wake up." Rainbow mused. "Well, Apple Bloom wanted to make sure you were safe while crawling about naked and having fun. She pulled some strings and made the neighborhood a ghost town last night. Apples have a lot of connections, on the order of a mob really - friendliest mob you'll ever meet if I do say so.

"Anywho. A few bits here, a word there, and some gentle prodding all about the place and she got the world to give us some space. It might cheapen the experience a tad bit in retrospect, I know, but imagine how irresponsible it would be or her otherwise!" Scootaloo didn't feel cheated in the slightest. In fact, if she was to be honest - and she generally was - , she felt more spoiled than Opal. Her mistress had, by great effort, ensured that last night was both immensely enjoyable and safe.

"Well, by your face, I can tell you're even more of a sub than I had guessed." Rainbow said with a smirk. "A lot of subs might've felt like they weren't really getting the whole package unless there was an edge of danger, and yet here you are all grins because your Mistress loves you." She nodded approvingly. "That's a good sub if I ever saw one." It was like a verbal petting to Scoots.

"So what are you then?" Scoots asked, pushing past anything else that might be in the way. She got being Mrs. Sub Subity-Subface from Sub Town, Subistan and so was her mum; but that didn't paint the clearest picture that could be painted.

"I'm what I call 'a rebellious sub'. A bad sub, some might say." Rainbow said with absolutely zero apology. "I like testing the borders of what I can get away with with my mistress' orders - make the most of things. Certainly helps that basically everything she can think of for punishment turns me on somehow. Denial play, whips, chains, humiliation, etcetera etcetera - it all turns me on to no end, and frustrates her to the same."

"I see..."

"Pinkie is a born Mistress, to continue. She is such a dom that she could dominate another dom and not feel out of place. Her mastery of mastery is... frighteningly extensive. Heck, if I wasn't such a headstrong pain in the neck, she'd have broken me into essentially you by force. Of course, she also isn't trying to do that with me, so the point is moot.

"Meanwhile, you have your Mistress Apple Bloom. She is either a made dom or is just generally nice about how she dominates you. She can take control, but she is very much what some would call 'one of nature's sergeants', or basically just someone in power but under someone else's authority." Rainbow said to Scoots general nodding. "All that comes together to form a sort of hierarchy whenever we interact in the sexual way.

"Pinkie takes the top, Apple Bloom is right there after her since she's a declared dom, then there's me - the one who can and will refuse orders for fun - , and then there's you who might think about it or hesitate for a second before always obeying the order." Scoots continued to nod, mulling this over.

"Alright... so what does this all mean? I mean big picture. I get me being subbier than you - I never thought that wasn't the case - but what exactly does that mean at the end of the day?" Scootaloo asked, not daring to let her intuition bear out the meaning it wanted to. This was not a time for misinterpretations.

"Well, kiddo, it means that - whether or not we actually go through with the whole impregnation thing or not - our group will have a clean dynamic that I get to mess up." Rainbow replied with an unapologetic smirk that held just the edge of sexual energy that Scoots craved from the girl. "It means, puppy, you'd be my bitch whether I breed you or not. A sub's sub, and no Mistress can stop what I'll do to you once I start." Scootaloo couldn't help but bite her lower lip in the potent mix of trepidation and overbearing arousal that filled her being.

"Impregnation, that's a separate deal that you'll have to accept or decline on your own time. Getting railed? That's a given so long as you and Bloomie stick around - I can guarantee it." Rainbow finished, leaving Scootaloo in a tizzy of emotion. Oh how she wanted to get pounced right now!

"I already made my choice before I talked to you, Dash. I can say you haven't changed my mind." Scootlaoo admitted after a moment to collect herself. She turned her head away from the nude athlete and called out, "Mistresses, you can come back in now, I'm ready to tell you my decision." A moment later the two girls came back into the room. Neither of them made any attempt at a second round of convincing, which surprised Scootaloo - even if it was appreciated.

"I thought it over and I've made my choice." Scootaloo said, as if it weren't already obvious she was set in her mind. There were certain thing you just had to do at a time like this, certain tropes that the universe wouldn't let you not adhere to. "I have chosen to be your girl." She said, a moment after realizing she probably should clarify. "I want Rainbow to... to make me pregnant." It was, despite her certainty in this decision, an odd thing to say.

"And you're sure?" Apple Bloom said in a serious tone. "I promise yuh that we'll still have just as much fun whether or not you accept that particular offer... or request I suppose. It's more of a request."

"No, it is an offer." Scootaloo said in a rare moment of defiance against her Mistress - if it could be called such. "And I accept it. I want this to happen." She paused for a second, a thought hitting her. "Nnnnot right now though. I think we need to... I dunno, feel out our dynamic a bit? After we settle a tad I am more than willing." The other girls looked and nodded to each other at this. This was supposed to be her decision, and applying conditions certainly was a good sign that she was accepting it on her own terms.

"Sounds fair enough to me." Rainbow commented, looking up to her mistress, who was either nodding furiously or was just bouncy like usual. Apple Bloom, for her part, just smiled at her pet.

"I actually made my choice before I asked you and Pinkie to leave the room." Scoots admitted in a small voice, not wanting to hide. She didn't have to anymore. "I wanted to tell Rainbow something before I agreed... and I want to tell you too, Bloomie."

"An' was that, sugar?" Apple Bloom asked, cocking her head slightly.

"That I love you more than anything in the world." Scootaloo said, a small - yet completely genuine - smile spreading slowly across her features. Apple Bloom returned the smile, and dove forward. The two embraced while Rainbow and Pinkie looked on. This was good.

"So who's up for a party!" Pinkie cried. The other all burst out into laughter. Soon the house was filled with the sounds of them 'sorting out the dynamic' as best they could. This was better.