Bootaloo

* * * One Hour Later * * *

A beam of golden sunlight kissed Scootaloo’s cheek. A small chorus of birds sung softly in the distance. The petite pegasus rolled away from both and folded her pillow over her face.

“Huh?”

Scootaloo blinked and rubbed sand form her eyes.

“I’m back?”

She sat up in bed and held her Rainbow Dash themed comforter around herself. Her toes flexed under her sheets. There were no boots on them. No brushes, claws, goo, or feathers plagued them. They didn’t even send the dull constant cosmic microwave background levels of radiant pleasure through her.

Her memories were hazy at best but she did remember tickling, so much tickling, and denied pleasure. Half a lifetime’s worth of it, but the more she tried to focus on it the more it slipped away like a dream.

“Was it…?” Scootaloo wondered.

She pulled off her comforter and looked around her dorm room, her eyes stopping on her own bed sheets. A sticky and wet stain stared back at her with her massive erection tenting underneath. Scootaloo blushed hard. Her latex body suit shined in the morning light, cum oozed through where her head stretched the material. She balled up her sheets and tossed them at the laundry basket and missed hitting the bedroom door.

The door opened, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle came in still dressed in their red and black outfits.

“Ya have fun, Scoots?” Apple Bloom asked.

Scootaloo blushed harder and nodded. “How long have you two been doing that to ponies?”

“We only really started towards the end of the semester, it took a loooooong time to set it all up right.” Sweetie sat beside Scootaloo and hugged her.

“So what now?”

Both mares grinned. Apple Bloom opened Sweetie’s dresser and pulled out an identical suit to theirs with monochrome black high-tops.

“Considering we started on Saturday morning, there’s still two full days of spring break left and plenty of new subjects you haven’t met yet. That is if you’re interested Ms. Scootaloo.”

“That’s more than 10 years with your facility time-dilation.” Scootaloo calculated on the fly.

Apple Bloom and Sweetie shared a knowing smirk. Scootaloo dove at the clothes in Apple Bloom’s hands. Seconds later she adjusted her tie just right and laced her sneakers tight. Small brushes sat inside the soles of her shoes but weren’t running, yet.

The three best friends all looked at one another and hugged. They jumped together fist pumped into the air, “Cutie Mark Crusader Tickle Torturers, YEAH!”

The End