Bootaloo

Springs groaned as Scootaloo jumped backwards onto her bunk bed. The pegasus wiped beads of sweat from her brow and caught her breath. She spread her short wings wide and stretched all her limbs, cracking joints with a pleased groan that turned the head of one of her roommates, Sweetie Belle. The unicorn pulled off her big head phones and smirked at her friend across the room. Above Scootaloo on the top bunk Apple Bloom leafed through a magazine.

“Enjoy your run, Scoots?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Oh yeah. It was fantastic!”

“That’s nice.” Sweetie Belle hopped up and leaned against their bunk bed.

“Feel like showerin’ too before you stink up our room?” Apple Bloom quipped not taking her eyes off her magazine.

Scootaloo snickered and stretched her leg up. She lightly kicked the underside of Apple Bloom’s mattress.

“I don’t know.” Scootaloo glanced out their window at the starry night sky. “Honestly I just wanna crash now, so I can start spring break sooner, a shower’s just gonna keep me up all night.”

She tugged the laces loose on her purple high-tops and kicked them off. She wiggled her toes in the cool air.

Sweetie Belle pinched her nose and mockingly threw her head back. “Oh for Celestia’s sake Scoots, at least wear socks! Your feet sweat like one of AB’s pigs when you don’t.”

Apple Bloom peeked her freckled face over the railing and shot Sweetie a dirty look. “I’ll have ya know pigs are some cleanest animals out there. And they can’t even sweat, so they stink less than either of you two.”

“I don’t smel--”

Scootaloo took advantage of the distraction and shoved her damp small foot on Sweetie’s muzzle. The unicorn squeaked and stumbled, grasping the bedpost for support. Scootaloo barked out a laugh and Apple Bloom grinned. Sweetie Belle recovered and glared at both of them.

“You’re gross.”

“Oh come on, we all know you like it. It’s not like Apple Bloom and I haven’t caught you sniffing our shoes when you thought you were alone.”

“I told you I was trying to figure out where that weird smell was coming from!” Sweetie Belle shrieked, “You just walked in at the wrong time.”

“Yeah and your fingers being knuckle deep inside yourself were just lookin’ for a smell too.” Apple Bloom chuckled.

Cheeks beat red Sweetie Belle scrunched up her muzzle and hmphed. Her supposed best friends exploded into laughter. Scootaloo picked up a shoe between her toes and waved it in front of Sweetie Belle’s face. Sweetie slapped it away.

“You’re both awful.”

“Sorry.” Scootaloo giggled.

She staggered up and hugged Sweetie who returned it after failing to stay mad.

“Sorry, sorry.” Scootaloo said sincerely. “I’ll shower up now.”

The pegasus slapped a towel around her shoulders and walked into their bathroom. She paused at the door and turned her head back to her roommates.

“Both of you feel free to sniff my Chucks while I’m in here.” Scootaloo winked and closed the door laughing.

Sweetie Belle looked up at Apple Bloom whose eyes were already on her.

“Oh we’re doing it tonight.” Sweetie commanded.

Apple Bloom’s teeth flashed like a jaguar’s. “Finally!”

A torrent of water boomed from the bathroom and stream rose from under the door. Sweetie Belle leered and handed Apple Bloom one of Scootaloo’s sneakers. Both mares inhaled.

* * *

Scootaloo did not want to open her eyes. Blissful sleep was moments from reclaiming her and no force in Equestria would get her out of bed willingly. Her head lulled to the side, memories of her three-way after her shower stoked a fire between her thighs. Her fingers resisted her movements a bit but danced ready to masturbate herself back into Luna’s domain. Unfortunately her wrist wouldn’t budge.

Scootaloo groaned. She flopped her arm about to dislodge it from her tangled sheet but it still wouldn’t move. Her needy clit throbbed a little less. If she didn’t get off now she’d have to wake up and jill herself off proper or go back to sleep unsatisfied, both equally horrific options. Something grabbed her breast from every angle and pulled snug towards her body with a squrrrk.

“That’s the stuff~” Scootaloo moaned, her horniness levels rising back up.

A thought pushed its way through Scootaloo’s lust fogged mind. ‘That wasn’t either of the girls’ hands…’ She bolted up but was yanked back by her bound wrists. Her head darted every which way. A dozen mechanical arms connected to the ceiling worked all around her as she was held down by them to a padded stretcher chair of sorts. The robotic hands not pinning her limbs down, tugged latex gloves and pants onto her. When they reached the latex already sealed around her chest a mechanical finger traced the seams and the material fused into a single piece. A hose attached itself to the limbs of her suit and sucked all the air out leaving the suit flush against her body without a single winkle. Arms with glowing rectangular plates stamped her breast, sides, and other parts of her suit. They left barcodes, hazard stripes, and various symbols in their wake, on her side they had printed ‘DO NOT RELEASE’ in bold red text.

The walls, floor, and ceiling of the room were all coated in a padded shiny material, save for a glass mirror in front of her with a digital clock with the time ticking up in hours, minutes, and seconds. Scootaloo watched her reflection shout and struggle. The arms lifted her off the chair; she flailed but couldn’t shake any of them. Her wings beat wildly until she felt the tips pinched by two more hands. The pegasus let out a high-pitched whimper as thick wingbinders were forced over them. Multiple straps on each were pulled taut folding her wings in. The straps were connected to each other leaving her wings immobilized. Only Scootaloo’s face and feet remained uncovered. Her toes wiggled in the cool stale air.

A familiar country accent crackled over an intercom, “Subject 005’s base suitin’ is complete.”

“A-Apple Bloom?” Scootaloo’s eyes stared into the mirror afraid of who (or what) was on the other side.

“Great job keeping up the suspense.” Sweetie Belle’s voice quipped back on the intercom.

“It’s not mah fault you still haven’t added a voice changer to this! Ya know we’ve needed one since Subject 001!”

“Well maybe if you didn’t waste an entire day R.W.T playing with Subjects 003 and 004--”

“GIRLS!” Scootaloo screamed at the top of her lungs.

The intercom cut and an awkward pause filled the room made worse by robot arms which still held Scootaloo in midair. Scootaloo stared daggers past the mirror. Inside the control room, despite knowing that Scootaloo couldn’t see her, Sweetie Belle shuffled over a few steps. Apple Bloom shook her head and jerked a lever on one of the panels.

The mechanical arms dropped Scootaloo. She fell into the chair, rings spun around clamping her wrist and knees in place. The arms retracted into the ceiling which sealed itself up, now indistinguishable from the rest of the uniform padded prison. Scootaloo thrashed but the steel binding her held true. Next to the window a doorway slid open, Sweetie Belle carrying a box under her arm and Apple Bloom entered the room. The door sealed behind them becoming one with the padding like the ceiling had.

Sweetie wore a sharp black suit vest over a red long sleeve button-up with a black tie, form fitting pants, and heeled boots. Apple Bloom wore the same outfit with a white lab coat overtop, goggles strapped above her forehead, and black cowgirl boots. Their shoes sunk into the cushy floor with every step. Scootaloo gawped like a fish, her brain ran circles trying to parse what the flying feather was going on.

“What the flying feather is going on!?”

“Subject 005’s initial gownin’ has been a success.” Apple Bloom inspected her shiny suited friend. “Ms. Belle, would ya care to do the honors of prepping Subject 005 for Phase Two?”

“With pleasure!” Sweetie’s voice cracked with glee placing the box down.

“This can’t be real! This’s gotta be some trick! Who are you two really? Unicorns in disguise, rouge changelings, Discord?”

“Pfft, it’s really us, Scoots.” Apple Bloom shrugged.

“Prove it!”

Sweetie Belle tapped her chin. “Your first kiss was with Silver Spoon, you made out with her behind Barnyard Bargains.”

“I told you that in confidence!” Scootaloo’s eyes widened, “Wait… so it really is you two?”

“E’yup~” Apple Bloom purred.

“Hee-hee.” Sweetie Belle opened her box and pulled out an opaque mason jar and thick bristled brush. She wiggled them towards the bound pegasus with a sinister smile. “Prepping the subjects’ feet is always the best part!”

“What? Huh? Why? What!?”

“I think Scoo-- I mean, I think Subject 005 wants to know what’s going on. You wanna give the speech AB?”

“Ya know it.” Apple Bloom cleared her throat and lowered her goggles.

“Welcome Subject 005, to your new life as our gargalesis test subject!” Apple Bloom threw an arm out with a Trixie-esque dramatic flair. “Prepare yourself for never endin’ pedal stimulation for our pleasure!”

“Huh, gargle-whatsawhosits?”

Apple Bloom dragged her goggles up. Her hand clutched her hair annoyed. “Did ya pay any attention in our dermatology class?”

Scootaloo study the ceiling unlike how she’d ever studied a text book.

“I-I passed!” She admitted.

Both her captors raised an eyebrow.

“Ds get degrees!” Scootaloo waited for approval, “I’m here on a sports scholarship okay!”

Apple Bloom massaged her temples and grumbled but it did little to stave off her oncoming headache. Sweetie Belle just shook her head.

“Umm… So what was that pedals part? Like a bike or flower?” Scootaloo awkwardly changed the subject.

Sweetie dropped the brush in her hand and slapped her forehead.

“Feet, Scoots. We’re gonna tickle your feet.” Apple Bloom muttered deflated.

“BWHAHAHAHAHA!” Scootaloo roared “Seriously? You girls really had me going there. Gotta say I’m impressed with how you managed to set all this up. Actually, how did you manage to set all this up, it must’ve taken weeks just for a prank?”

“We’re serious.” Apple Bloom’s tone was flat.

“Yeah! So you’d better save your laughter cause you’re gonna need it.” Sweetie helpfully added.

“Pffft, whatever.” Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “Is this your way of humoring Sweetie’s blatantly obvious foot fetish or have you both been sniffing my sneaks when I’m outta the dorm?”

“I knew we shoulda gagged her.”

“Maaaaaybe.” Sweetie scratched the side of her head with her eyes closed.

“And you too.” Apple Bloom glared. “Now just prep her feet will ya?”

Sweetie shrugged and levitated the brush back into her hand. The unicorn knelt in front of Scootaloo’s trapped feet. Scootaloo’s toes fidgeted and Sweetie blushed.

“They’re so cute!” Sweetie’s magic grabbed the jar and she pinched the wriggling toes.

“Heh!” Scootaloo snorted a small chuckle but reasserted her cool girl attitude, “Cut it out!”

Apple Bloom yanked up a sleeve and tapped a touchscreen pad on an arm bracelet. The ceiling slots reopen, many camera mounted arms lowered out and positioned themselves around the squirming pegasus. A tiny red light blinked next to each lens.

Sweetie smiled and spun the Mason jar upside down. The cap popped opened and a dark red syrup oozed out. Scootaloo grunted and tugged her legs, but the ankle cuffs kept her feet right under the creeping goo. She bent them forwards and off to the sides curling her toes. A tingling green aurora engulfed her feet and ratcheted them backwards placing Scootaloo’s left sole directly under the red slime.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Sweetie clicked her tongue and wagged a finger.

Scootaloo chomped at the taunting appendage. However, the fire raging inside instantly snuffed out. A bone-chilling sensation had drowned it. The red goo touched her toes and crept down the balls of her foot inside her arch. Sweetie shifted the jar over, her magic wacked the back of it hard, and a fat gooey glob plowed into Scootaloo’s right foot like any icy train.

“Wh-what is t-this stuf-ff?” Scootaloo’s teeth chattered.

“Just a lil’ solution I whipped up using a bit of what I’ve learned from Zecora, Twilight, and a few books from the library’s restricted section. Sister an Element, mentored by the Princess of the entire nation, nepotism is great isn’t it?” The wannabe mad scientist laughed at her own joke. “I’ve been callin’ the stuff Apple Butter, after yours truly. It’ll do a hell of a job not only cleanin’ your soles, but also make them a ton more sensitive.”

Scootaloo looked on in frozen horror; the apple butter coated most of her foot.

“Ms. Belle.”

“Yes Ms. Bloom!”

Sweetie grabbed Scootaloo’s ankle with her free hand and leaned it. She licked a dab of apple butter off of Scootaloo’s big toe. “It tastes great too!”

Sweetie pounced with the brush and scrubbed up and down. The tightly packed stiff bristles gave little yield. Scootaloo’s brain couldn’t comprehend the hundreds of individual jabs, they all bleed into one burning itching ticklish blur.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

Devious snickers poured from both her captors. One of the cameras moved itself in for a close-up on the foot Sweetie worked over with the brush capturing the apple butter spread into a even thin film across the blushing sole.

Scootaloo panted hard, her hair was a mess. Her cheeks glowed red and sweat dripped off her face. Her lips mouthed the words ‘stop’, ‘please’, and ‘mercy’, but no sound came out.

Sweetie Belle examined her work. Scootaloo’s foot shined in the room’s lambent global illumination. The apple butter had all soaked into her skin or been scrubbed off (except for the occasional globs that were licked off). A faint red glow emanated off her orange sole, her foot never looked cleaner. Scootaloo inhaled deeply a few times and saw the most terrifying thing she could imagine reflected in the window; Sweetie Belle had scooted over and hovered the brush in front of her other foot.