Author's Note
Old greentext story of mine converted into prose.
Roughing It
There was a gentle breeze in the cool night air, carrying with it the distinct scent of rain. The distant waterfalls could be heard only faintly, their constant bellows echoing across the mountaintops. Nestled in a relatively flat area of the mountain trail was a campsite set up by a small group of ponies. They relaxed near a warm fire that repelled the damp weather.
Scootaloo sat alone, attempting to hide the fact that she was afraid of yet another one of Rainbow Dash's famous ghost stories; ghost stories she almost certainly stole from Twilight.
Rainbow Dash stood just out of range of the flickering light being cast by their small fire, doing her best zombie groan impression. “Urrrr... the zombie shambled closer and closer, but the ponies were cornered. There was nowhere left to run.” She shambled closer and closer to the shaking ponies as she spoke.
Sweetie Belle clung to her sister, Rarity. Rarity did her best to stifle a few giggles and wrapped her hoof around her trembling younger sister.
Apple Bloom subtly leaned closer to her older sister Applejack, putting on her bravest face.
Scootaloo was visibly shaking. She really wished she could stop— she was tougher than this! She gulped, disappointed in herself. Positive thinking wasn't going to work.
Rainbow Dash continued closing in on the group in her small, awkward steps. “They could only watch as the zombies drew closer and closer...” she said in a slow, gravely voice. The light now danced across her twisted face, making her look far more terrifying in the otherwise dark surroundings. Suddenly, she abandoned her shambling walk and leaped directly at Scootaloo, tackling her to the ground. “Gotcha!”
The three fillies all screamed in unison, and instantly afterwards tried to play it off as though they were just pretending to be scared. Scootaloo was still shaking slightly while she laid under Rainbow Dash. “H-heh, good s-story Rainbow Dash. Y-you got them really g-good,” she stuttered out.
Rainbow Dash backed off of Scootaloo, then flipped her mane with her hoof as she looked up with a prideful grin. “Yeah, I'm pretty awesome at that.”
Scootaloo worked her way up off the ground and hopped back onto the log she had been tackled from. With her own prideful grin, she claimed, “You still can't scare me, though.”
Rainbow Dash rubbed Scootaloo's mane with her hoof, doing her best to mess it up. “Of course you weren't scared, squirt. I've taught you better than that.”
Apple Bloom shook her head, “Ah saw you shakin' over there, Scootaloo.”
Sweetie Belle chimed in as well, “I did, too. You were probably more scared than we were.”
Scootaloo turned away, “N-no! It's just, so cold out tonight— and this fire is so small.”
Applejack stretched and looked around at the night sky. “Yeah, looks like it's 'bout time to be hittin' the straw. C'mon, Apple Bloom.”
Rarity stood up and began walking towards her relatively large tent. “Indeed. All of this damp air is going to wreak havoc on my mane. I still can not believe I let you all talk me into yet another trip into these dreadful mountains. Come along, Sweetie Belle.”
Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom were quick to follow their sisters into their respective tents, as they didn't want to be outside in the dark. Not after that story.
Scootaloo looked around and laughed nervously to herself, “Yeah, you guys better go to bed, cause you're scared, and I'll stay out here for a while, cause, you know, I'm not scared.”
Rainbow Dash flipped her tail up into Scootaloo's face as she turned around. “Heh, don't overdo it, squirt. Come in whenever you're done proving how brave you are,” she stated as she trotted into her own tent, eager to get some sleep.
Scootaloo continued sitting alone on her log, glancing around nervously. She gulped, “Nope... not scared at all....” She wasn't sure how much time she allowed to pass, but it felt like a lot. She glanced around, but couldn't see anything in the darkness that laid beyond the campfire light. Nothing could be heard except for the falls. Not hearing anything was almost worse than hearing something. It meant anything could be out there. Anything. “I, uh, I think I've been out here long enough to prove I'm not scared.” Scootaloo jumped up off the log and smiled. “Yeah, that's it. I'm only going inside now because I'm tired.”
She walked confidently over to the tent she was sharing with Rainbow Dash and pulled the flap open. Dash was fast asleep on her side, snoring, as usual. “Aw,” Scootaloo quietly whined to herself. She half-expected Dash to still be awake, waiting for her so they could hang out some more. Bummed out, she began walking towards her own sleeping bag. As she passed Dash, she glanced over one more time with a frown, then stopped.
“Huh," she thought to herself. Rainbow Dash's tail was raised, and Scootaloo found herself staring at Dash's exposed vulva. Her frown grew more pronounced as she continued thinking, “Why am I staring?” Her head tilted slightly as she bit her lip, “Why can't I look away?”
Scootaloo found herself wishing to approach Dash's sensitive area, but she wasn't sure why. These feelings rising in her confused her. All she ever wanted was to be treated like Dash's little sister, but... maybe she actually wanted something more? She shook her head, thinking, “No, that's just weird. Now... go to bed like a good little filly.”
With new resolve, she looked back over at her bed and began to slowly move toward it, only to stop after a couple steps. She looked down at the ground with a huff, then back over at Rainbow Dash, still snoring away the night.
Her heart pounded in her chest and her breathing grew more rigid. She could feel an uneasy lump in her throat that she attempted to swallow away in vain. This was a new type of fear entirely.
“Maybe I'm just a little curious, that's all,” she thought as she nodded to herself. She backed up slowly and turned to face Dash before continuing her thoughts, “Yeah, that's probably it. I bet if I get a good look, my stupid brain will be satisfied and I can forget this ever happened, and not tell anyone, ever.” She gulped, “Especially not Rainbow Dash.” She didn't want to imagine what she might do if she found out.
Scootaloo carefully edged her way over to Rainbow Dash's backside, glancing over at the tent entrance all the while, fully expecting somepony to burst in for no reason. Ever so slowly, closer and closer. Dash was clearly visible the whole way over. Her heart pounded harder and harder, so much so that she thought the beating might actually wake Dash up.
Once she reached the edge of Dash's bedroll, she stopped. With one last quick glance around, she leaned in slowly for a closer inspection of Dash's nether region. “There, see? Nothing to it,” she thought to herself. She hoped she could end this here. Fear gripped her tightly as she asked herself, “What if she woke up now?” Scootaloo couldn't possibly explain what she was doing. “What if somepony walked in?” She closed her eyes and stood there silently for a moment, contemplating all the bad things that could happen.
Then, a scent crossed her nostrils. “Is that...” she began wondering as she opened her eyes and looked back down at Rainbow Dash's magnificent vulva. The curious filly leaned in closer and took a deep breath through her nose, shuddering slightly at the aroma. “She smells so good.”
Suddenly, she pulled her head back in a jerking motion. “Wait, what am I doing?” She cringed at her own recent actions and realization, “Why did I like that?” She looked over at Rainbow Dash, who was still snoring loudly, then back at the tent entrance, which was still void of any snooping ponies. Lastly, she looked down at Rainbow Dash's nethers and sighed. “Just once more.”
Scootaloo leaned down closer than before and allowed herself to take another deep sample of the pleasing musk, causing her to salivate slightly. “I'm already so close... I could probably reach it from where I am. Just... Just to see how it is,” she convinced herself. After licking her own lips, she slowly started extending out her tongue towards the sleeping pegasus' nether lips. She edged closer and closer to her goal, then stopped and sucked her tongue back into her mouth. “You can't do this. You can't,” she mentally commanded herself, but it was a losing battle. As the last bit of her resistance faded away, she resigned herself to her desires. “You have to.”
Once more, she slowly extended her tongue out towards Rainbow Dash. Very slowly. Then, it made contact. She stood completely paralyzed; she had just licked Dash's vulva, and she wasn't sure how to process that.
Scootaloo allowed her tongue to move up and down against the ridge of Dash's pussy lips. “It... isn't bad,” she thought to herself. It made her feel strange in a way she couldn't explain. As she leaned in a little closer, her tongue began working Dash's lips apart. Each lick dug deeper, until her wet tongue was fully buried inside. To her surprise, it had an almost sweet taste to it.
She didn't even notice that Rainbow Dash's snoring had mostly subsided. Dash moaned slightly and rolled over onto her back, causing Scootaloo to fling her head up and back in surprise, nearly losing her balance in the process. Scootaloo inhaled sharply and held her breath, tightly shut her eyes and cringed, expecting something horrible to follow. When nothing happened, she opened one eye to look down at Dash. Then, both eyes wide in terror, she quickly looked everywhere— afraid that somehow, somepony would find out.
There was no one else here, except Rainbow Dash, who now rested peacefully on her back, her hind legs relaxed and spread apart. Her snoring had ceased entirely. Scootaloo gently exhaled and allowed herself to breathe once more. "Okay, maybe I should just call it quits while I'm ahead. I got what I wanted, right?” she thought as she nodded to herself, but her legs didn't move. There was no way she was going to be sleeping anytime soon, not after what she'd done.
Biting her lip and looking back down at Rainbow Dash, the cautious thoughts of being caught gave way to perverse thoughts of simply continuing to lick Dash. “I could probably get even deeper now,” she thought as she lowered her head to examine the sleeping pony. A grin spread across her face as she thought, “Yeah, this should be a lot easier now. Here we go....”
Scootaloo slowly pressed her head forward until her lips caressed the edges of Dash's vulva. Her tongue poked through and began licking up and down along the opening, working her labia gently. A feeling of ecstasy flowed through Scootaloo. Dash moaned quietly with each exhale, while the filly working at her crotch ignored her and plunged her tongue deeper. She licked up and down in broad strokes, feeling all around inside of her hero's increasingly wet pussy.
The curious filly continued her exploration until a brief lap across Dash's clit caused her to moan louder and flinch, her muscles clenching down on Scootaloo's probing tongue. “What was that?” she wondered to herself as she repeated the action. To her delight, Dash responded by squirming and clenching some more, her moans growing louder each time. “She must like that,” Scootaloo thought as she decided to work on that spot since it seemed to make Dash happy.
Rainbow Dash began to grind against Scootaloo's tongue, her hips unconsciously lifting slightly off the ground to increase the pressure against the source of pleasure. The movement was very subtle at first, but eventually she was actively helping Scootaloo hit the right spot. Time between moans decreased, and they grew shorter. Dash began to turn her head left and right on her pillow.
Finally, Rainbow Dash's movement stopped completely. She slowly forced her eyes open and blinked a few times, attempting to wake herself up. Her head lifted off the pillow so she could look down along her belly at the source of the pleasure. Her mind locked up with shock and her mouth fell open, but no words came out. Scootaloo didn't notice her, as her eyes were closed and she was fully engrossed in her effort, savoring the flavors and smells. After a brief moment, Dash whispered, “Scootaloo?” Her mind refused to believe what it was seeing, but there she was.
At the mention of her name, Scootaloo opened her eyes to look up at Rainbow Dash, meeting her gaze. Then, she quickly glanced down at what she was doing before throwing herself backwards. She lost her balance from the sheer force of her leap as she fell onto her side with a “thump.”
Rainbow Dash's mind continued to deliver no useful information to her. It refused to comprehend what she just awoke to; refused to accept it was reality, or that she was really awake. It had to just be a disturbing dream.
Scootaloo recovered from her tumble, rolled over onto her stomach, and hopped back onto her hooves. She looked at Rainbow Dash once more, her eyes wide and her voice filled with panic. “I'm so, so sorry, Rainbow Dash!” She spoke quickly and urgently, but stayed as quiet as she could. “I just— well I— see, I was gonna sleep but then I saw you and then I felt curious and then... a-and then....” She trailed off as she looked down at the ground, then sat her rump down to hug herself tightly. She wished she could just disappear. Her eyes welled up with tears as she imagined all the different, horrible ways Rainbow Dash should react to her. At the very least, she would never want to see her again.
Dash sat up and scratched her head, still struggling to piece everything together in her sleep-addled mind. She looked down at her nethers, which were thoroughly soaked— not exclusively from saliva, either. However her mind felt about it, her body had already decided it was pretty awesome. A part of her took a perverse pride in the fact that Scootaloo did so well despite her inexperience. She frowned at her own thoughts, wondering how she could be so disgusting. Dash turned her attention from herself back to Scootaloo, who was crying quietly.
However she should feel or react, Rainbow Dash found that she felt one emotion stronger than the rest— the desire to comfort Scootaloo, who had the look of somepony that had just watched something they greatly cared about shatter before their eyes. With a forced smile, Dash stood up and walked over to Scootaloo. She sat down next to the little filly and wrapped a wing around her, pulling her tightly against her side. With a deep breath and a sigh, Dash looked down at her and said, “Y'know, you're alright for a squirt.” Dash wasn't particularly good at delicate talks, and that was probably a really pathetic attempt at comfort. “Calm down... we can just talk, alright?”
Scootaloo sniffed and tried to get her breathing under control, but continued gasping every couple breaths. Her eyes didn't leave the ground as she replied, “I'm sorry... I won't do it ever again. Please... please don't tell anyone.” Her eyes watered up all over again as she choked out, “Y-you don't have to worry about seeing me again. I understuh— understand.”
“Hey, wait, I didn't say anything yet,” Dash stammered out. She bit her lip, unsure how to respond and if she should even attempt to walk down this path. Eventually, she decided to go on instinct and speak from her heart; that had always served her well. “It was wrong to do, uh, that... without telling me.” Scootaloo sniffed and wiped her nose with her hoof, absently nodding. Dash continued, “I had no idea you felt any of those types of... urges. Why didn't you say anything?” Right after asking, Rainbow Dash thought that was an unfair question; it's not exactly a topic you can just bring up. “I mean, what I meant to say was....” She trailed off, unsure how to approach this subject herself. With another sigh, she continued, “Alright. So you were... curious, right? No harm in being curious. Uh...,” Dash looked down at herself once more before blurting, “Did you like it?”
After a few more sniffs and nose wipes, Scootaloo shrugged. “I... did.” She finally looked back over at Rainbow Dash, eyes watery and red. “Does that make me weird? And you're not mad?” Her voice was full of confusion, but had a hint of hope.
Rainbow Dash coughed before responding, “Uh, no— no! Of course not! To both parts, I mean. Well, yeah, I guess it is kinda weird, but not wrong. Uh, I said it was wrong though, didn't I?” She scratched the back of her neck and looked away as she thought. Once she found something worth saying, she looked back at Scootaloo, “Let me start over. It's normal to feel... curious about certain, y'know, activities. It's weird that you acted on that curiosity instead of telling me, but I can understand why you did it. And I'm definitely not mad at you for it.” Finishing her last sentence in her head, she added, “Even though I probably should be.”
Scootaloo wiped her eyes, “I'm not sure what I was doing. It just felt... like the right thing to do, I guess. I didn't mean to go that far, but...” she trailed off as she rubbed her shoulder with her hoof, unsure whether she should share everything that happened. Her eyes closed; she couldn't look at Rainbow Dash and say what she needed to say. “I saw you, and wanted to get closer... and then I... smelled you, and I don't know. I guess I just thought you smelled kind of great. It made me feel weird. Good, but weird. Then I, uh, tasted you. It was so good, I didn't want to stop, and you looked like you felt good, too.” Once she finished, she took a deep breath and looked back up at Rainbow Dash. “Did... you, like it?” she asked, mirroring Dash's earlier question.
Rainbow Dash struggled to keep her smile as Scootaloo explained herself, and then flinched slightly at the question. “Uh, did I—“ she began, and then stopped abruptly. Scootaloo's eyes were so full of hope and fear. The feelings the little filly felt were all new to her, and she was having trouble processing it. Dash had to make up her mind quickly with all of these new revelations. With a nod, and a genuine grin, she stated, “Yeah. Yeah, I did like it.” She wondered if that was alright to say.
Scootaloo sighed in relief and smiled for the first time since she entered the tent. “Oh, good. I was super worried. I'm glad you liked it. I've never, uh, done that, before, so I wasn't sure how it felt for you.” Her smile faded slightly as she asked, “Does this mean we can't act like sisters anymore?” A blush covered her face as she quickly added, “O-or are we, like, special someponies?”
Rainbow Dash sat in silence, thinking it over. “Why don't I let you decide, squirt. You got curious and experimented a little, but only we know about it right now. So, if you want, we can forget about it and go back to being regular sisters. Or, if that's how you really feel, we could—“
“Special someponies!” Scootaloo blurted, interrupting Dash before she could finish, then covered her mouth in embarrassment.
Dash chuckled, “Or we could be special someponies. I'll be honest. I really like you, but I've never thought about you in that way... but I guess you never thought about me that way before tonight, either.” With that said, she bent her head down and gave Scootaloo a peck on her forehead. It would take some serious getting used to, but she figured she should finish what had been started. “So... you said you thought it looked like it felt good, but you don't actually know. I guess that means you need me to show you what it's like.”
Scootaloo watched as Dash stood up and moved back to her bedroll. “What do you mean?”
“You'll see. Come here, squirt.”
She obeyed, standing and trotting over to Dash.
“Alright, lay down here and relax.”
Again she obeyed, and now she understood what Dash had meant. A mixture of excitement and anxiousness filled her as she wondered what it might feel like. Rainbow Dash gently positioned Scootaloo in front of her so they could both lay down comfortably. “Rainbow Dash... I—“
“Shh, just enjoy it,” Rainbow Dash cut her off. Scootaloo took a deep breath and nodded before laying completely flat on her back, staring up at the roof of the tent. Dash worked Scootaloo's legs a bit further apart before going to work. She leaned her head forward and nuzzled into the little filly's crotch, teasing her while getting a good sample of her scent. Scootaloo gasped at the sensation. Dash grinned, then began to slowly lick along the ridge of Scootaloo's vulva, causing her to squirm.
As Rainbow Dash pushed her tongue deep inside of Scootaloo, she began to understand why Dash had enjoyed her own attention so much. Wet slurps filled the tent as Dash worked her over with her dexterous tongue. She circled around her labia, subtly working her way towards Scootaloo's clitoris. Once she ran her tongue across it, Scootaloo's legs twitched. Her eyes widened, her breathing sped up dramatically, and her heart pounded in her chest. Rainbow Dash pushed her tongue harshly against the little filly's clit as she moved her tongue in and out of her little pussy. She was greatly enjoying this new level of relationship already.
Scootaloo squirmed around beneath Rainbow Dash, who was keeping her as still as possible. “Ah... Ray... Dash... I feel weird,” the filly panted out between breaths. Dash only chuckled as her response, then locked her lips tightly against Scootaloo's clit. Suddenly, Scootaloo arched her back and yelled, “Ahh!” Her entire body shuddered with pleasure. It hit her in waves, one after another, each one causing her whole body to convulse. She didn't even notice how much gulping Dash was doing, lost in her own mind-breaking pleasure. As the waves grew weaker, her convulsions reduced to flinches.
Rainbow Dash pulled her head away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hoof. “Heh, I found another reason to call you 'squirt.' That was a lot more than I expected.” She looked up at Scootaloo, who was still panting heavily, her eyes barely open. “How was it, squirt?”
She didn't even attempt to look at Dash. She smiled lazily and said, “Better... than I could have imagined. Wow... just... wow.” Everything made sense to her now.
Rainbow Dash laughed and walked over the top of her to lay back down on her bedroll. “Yeah, that's great to hear and all, but don't you have a job to finish?” She spread herself out comfortably and waited.
Filled with renewed vigor, Scootaloo's eyes shot open. “Oh, yeah!” She rolled over onto her stomach and attempted to stand. Her legs were still shaky from her recent orgasm, but she managed to reposition herself near Rainbow Dash. The filly giggled to herself as she got back into the position she had been caught in; this time, she had permission. Dash relaxed and closed her eyes as Scootaloo wasted no time pressing her muzzle into her vulva. She allowed herself to take another deep inhale through her flared nostrils, then plunged her tongue back into her special somepony. She loved her scent so much, and the thought that she'd get to experience it over and over filled her heart with joy.
Scootaloo did her best to mimic the same motions Rainbow Dash had used on her only moments ago. She licked everywhere, tasting everything... savoring everything. Rainbow Dash squirmed slightly at the attention. It wasn't until she had worked her way back up to the sweet spot that Dash gasped and started breathing heavier. Despite Dash's jerking movements as her pleasure grew, Scootaloo did a decent job staying with her, never letting up.
Under this constant clit assault, it didn't take long for Dash to begin openly moaning and grinding against her special somepony. She had already been really close to a climax when she woke up, and now she was at that point again. Scootaloo hungrily lapped at her opening and clit, eager to share the pleasure she had just felt. Finally, Dash clenched her legs around Scootaloo's head and let out a long moan. Her body shuddered and convulsed as she reached her orgasm, flooding the unprepared filly's mouth with her feminine fluids. Scootaloo was unsure what it was, but she loved the taste and gulped down as much as she could.
After the shuddering died down to mild flinching, Scootaloo pulled away and licked her mouth clean. Satisfied, she crawled up to hug Rainbow Dash. Dash returned her hug, tightly holding her against her body. Neither of them said anything else, simply enjoying the company of one another until they both fell into a peaceful sleep.
