The Last Workout

by YetAnotherTweenEdgelord

Rating: mature
Tags: Drama, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Rainbow Dash, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Non-consensual, Scootaloo
Length: 2655

After a nice gym session, Scootaloo gets a massage from Rainbow Dash... whether she wants it or not.

After a nice gym session, Scootaloo gets a massage from Rainbow Dash... whether she wants it or not.

Wall of depravity: foalcon (obviously) rape (obviously) trust betrayal kidnapping watersports adolescence lesbians sexual predator Rainbow Dash
Art by heretichesh
There's a "we're going to hell" version on my AO3 if you're into this sort of thing. If you're not... well, yet here we are.

Published 2022-06-20 19:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-06-20 19:20:00 UTC

How to Groom Your Chicken

Rainbow Dash wiped her face with a towel and looked at Scootaloo. The filly was dripping with sweat, but in spite of that she still walked around the gym with bouncy energy, as if she didn’t just train hard for the last two hours.

“You good, kid?” Dash asked.

“Yeah.” Scootaloo stretched her wings and winced. “Well, this is gonna hurt tomorrow…”

Rainbow Dash patted Scootaloo’s back and winked at her. “Don’t worry, squirt. Nothing a shower and a massage can’t fix.”

“Oh yeah, I can’t wait until I get home and–” Scootaloo turned around and gasped, nearly bumping face-first into Rainbow Dash’s butt.

“What?” Rainbow Dash asked. “I’m not gonna go home all sweaty and disgusting.” She swished her tail, revealing far more than Scootaloo expected. “Come on, squirt, we’re gonna hit the showers.”

“I, uhh…” Scootaloo blushed. Rainbow Dash’s hips were more on the aerodynamic side, but they were still wider than Scootaloo’s almost complete lack of flanks. Still, now that Rainbow Dash mentioned it, she didn’t find the idea of going home smelling her own sweat appealing; especially since she had a feeling it went worse as of late.

“Come on, there’s nothing to be ashamed about.” Rainbow Dash grabbed a towel, removing her tight flying suit.

Scootaloo smirked, seeing a narrow strip of rainbow-coloured pubes above Rainbow Dash’s pussy. She then took off her own sweat-drenched gym outfit and threw it into her bag. Still blushing and avoiding Rainbow Dash’s gaze, Scootaloo walked to the showers.

“Relax, kid,” Rainbow Dash said, turning the tap. “Caught you staring earlier but hey, that’s not a problem for me…”

“What?” Scootaloo poured water all over herself. It turned out to be colder than expected, so she shuddered, her small crotchboobs hardening.

Rainbow Dash chuckled, looking down at her pussy. “My landing strip seems to have caught your attention. But you just shaved yourself down there completely, didn’t you?”

“N-no, it just doesn’t grow.” Scootaloo blushed deep red. “And I wasn’t staring, I just didn’t expect you’d be, umm… naked.”

“We need to go to the gym together more often.” Rainbow Dash poured some shampoo on her hoof and started to rub it into her hair. “Do you need shampoo?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Scootaloo replied, grabbing the bottle and turning away from Dash who, to her amusement, noticed that even the filly’s buttcheeks were blushing.

“Take your time, kid.” Dash laughed, pouring more water over herself. “Now that’s much better.”

Scootaloo also continued to shower, still avoiding Dash’s gaze. Thankfully, she could no longer smell her own sweat, replaced by a nice, flowery scent of Dash’s shampoo. She relaxed a bit; it was quite a different thing to dream about finding herself so close to Rainbow Dash and to actually end up in such a situation. Her right hoof went lower, giving her clit a gentle brush, but Scootaloo stopped herself. She felt Rainbow Dash was still watching her. She turned towards her friend to see if she was right, but Dash was too busy showering to pay attention to her. Scootaloo, however, realised that she had a different problem.

“I’ll be right back,” she said.

“What happened?” Dash asked.

“I, uhh… I need to pee,” Scootaloo replied, smiling sheepishly.

“Just go here,” Dash said.

“What?” Scootaloo exclaimed.

“It’s just the two of us here,” Dash said. “Why would you freeze your ass off while going to the toilet and back? Come on, everyone pees in the shower.”

“Really?” Scootaloo shuddered, imagining what would Sweetie Belle say hearing about something so uncouth. Sure, Sweetie once forgot about being lactose-intolerant and had to poop in the bushes in the park, but other than that, she tried to be like her prim and proper sister.

Scootaloo sighed. Dumb Sweetie Belle, whose dumb crotchtits had already started to grow and whose smell was driving colts insane.

“Just relax,” Dash said. “Shower kinda helps with that. Look!” She lifted her leg, resting it against the wall and started to pee, the thin, yellow stream quickly disappearing in the torrent of water. “See? It’s pretty clean.”

Scootaloo nodded, even though her nostrils got assaulted by the smell of Dash’s urine, giving her thoughts she’d rather not have while in front of Rainbow Dash, her wet tail not covering her private parts at all. Her muscles relaxed and she found herself peeing all over her hind legs. The smell of her own pee hit her even harder.

“Eww…” she muttered.

“Nothing to be ashamed about, everyone does that,” Rainbow Dash said as she finished peeing, lowering the shower head to clean her pussy.

“I mean, it smells,” Scootaloo said.

“Must be all the hormones or something.” Dash shrugged.

Scootaloo nodded. She’d been on the verge of going into heat for a few months and she hated it ever since. Why couldn’t she have been a colt? She talked to Rumble about that and he mentioned that the worst part of growing up was having to do a lot of cleaning after jerking off.

Well, that at least was much more pleasant. Scootaloo, in the meantime, was left wet, ashamed, and, although this feeling was still relatively new to her, horny.

A thought occurred to her. “Rainbow Dash?” she muttered.

“What’s up, squirt?” Dash asked.

“I have to, uhh… order a package,” Scootaloo replied. “The thing is, I don’t want my parents to know that I got it and, uhh…” She turned away.

Rainbow Dash smirked. “What’s in the package? If it’s steroids, I’m not helping you.”

“Nah, it’s not steroids,” Scootaloo said, turning the water off and grabbing her towel. “Like, I recently feel, uhh… weird. You know, just growing up and stuff…”

Dash nodded. “I see… You need some toys for adults, huh?”

“Yeah, let’s call it that.” Scootaloo chuckled. “I looked some up, but I guess you have more, uhh… experience.”

Dash laughed. “Plenty, actually. Don’t worry, I can help you. What do you need? A dildo, a vibrator, a magic wand, a set of buttplugs? You can get bigger ones once you get used to them. And what about smartballs?”

“They make them smart these days?” Scootaloo asked, blushing furiously.

“Well, technically they’re for Kegel exercises,” Rainbow Dash replied. “You put them in and go for a walk.”

“Oh.” Scootaloo shuddered. “I think Sweetie Belle mentioned Rarity got her those. Apple Bloom thinks it’s a sin.”

“Apple Bloom needs to stop listening to Applejack and try to get stuck under the bed when Big Mac is nearby.” Rainbow Dash walked out of the shower and took her towel.

“What?” Scootaloo asked.

Dash smiled sheepishly. “Long story.”

They walked back to the changing room to dry themselves.

“So, just pick what you need from the catalogue and I’ll order it for you,” Dash said. “Actually, I know a few instructional books you may be interested in. You may not find them in Twilight’s library”

“Well, I think I saw some of these in Sweetie’s house…” Scootaloo chuckled. “But I’d rather be alone then.”

Dash nodded. “Yeah, I’m usually alone too, but now that I think about it, we could read some together. I could tell you what’s real and what’s actually more bullshit than you claiming you were eighteen in Berry’s pub.”

“Hey, I’m almost an adult!” Scootaloo exclaimed.

“Of course you are.” Rainbow Dash ruffled Scootaloo’s mane. “Speaking of, I think I owe you a massage?”

“Really?” Scootaloo asked.

“It’s better to do this, or else you’ll feel today’s workout for the rest of the week,” Dash replied. “Also, I got a new massage table that I need to try. Aren’t your parents at Hayseed Swamps anyway?”

“Yeah,” Scootaloo replied. “But it’s fine. Cragadilesare quite cool.”

“Not as cool as you.” Dash laughed and put Scootaloo on her back. “Let’s go.”

They left the gym and Dash took off. Scootaloo sat on Dash’s back and looked around as they flew around Ponyville. It wasn’t dark yet, but the sun was slowly setting and Scootaloo felt tired, but happy. She relaxed while Rainbow Dash flew above the town hall.

“So, you think I’m cool?” Scootaloo asked.

“Of course,” Rainbow Dash replied, navigating through the traffic. “You’re nice and you want to learn something about sports, unlike some lazy morons from your class.”

Scootaloo chuckled. “You mean Truffle Shuffle?”

“Anytime I see him, I want to force him to run twelve laps around the school,” Rainbow Dash shrugged. “Also, why did Diamond Tiara dye her hair black?”

“Goth phase,” Scootaloo replied. “She looks kinda stupid.”

“Yeah.” Rainbow Dash chuckled. “Always be yourself, not yet another tween edgelord.” She landed in front of her cloud home. “Anyway, let’s get inside. I bet you’re tired.”

“A bit, yeah,” Scootaloo replied. She walked with Rainbow Dash to her house and looked around the hall. “Wow, did you redecorate your house?”

“Yeah, a bit.” Rainbow Dash locked the door. “No one will bother us. I’ll show you around and then you’ll get your massage. Do you want a beer?”

“What?” Scootaloo asked. “I don’t think I’m old enough for that…”

“Hey, you’re a big filly…” Rainbow Dash ruffled Scootaloo’s mane. “You deserve a beer, come on. Don’t tell me you never wanted to try it.”

Scootaloo shrugged. “A bit? Well, I guess it won’t hurt to try. Like, you wouldn’t let something happen to me, right?”

Rainbow Dash smirked, handing Scootaloo a can of Royal Dutch. “Right.”

Scootaloo opened the can, took a sip, and winced. “Eww! You drink this for fun?”

“It takes a while to get used to it, yeah,” Dash replied.

Scootaloo took another gulp. “Eww.”

“Okay, I guess we’ll skip to the massage.” Dash walked to Scootaloo and patted her back. “I’ll prepare the table and you’d better get yourself ready.”

Scootaloo took another sip of her beer and freed herself from Rainbow Dash’s embrace. “Okay,” she replied, putting the can on the table. She stood up and looked at herself. Her fur was still a bit wet, and it wasn’t just from water; she smelled a faint trace of her own arousal and sat on the couch, hoping Dash wouldn’t notice.

Rainbow Dash came back with some towels. “You can wrap yourself in one of these,” she said. “By the way, you look stunning, kiddo.”

“Thanks.” Scootaloo smiled in a somewhat goofy way, feeling the world spin around her. She wrapped the towel around her hips and took another sip of beer before walking to the room where Rainbow Dash had set up the massage table.

“Lie down,” Rainbow Dash said, spreading baby oil on her hooves. Scootaloo hopped onto the table, relaxing her muscles.

Rainbow Dash began massaging her back. Scootaloo moaned in pleasure, feeling Rainbow Dash’s gentle touch on her sore wings.

“Oh yes, right there,” Scootaloo muttered, her eyes half-closed as she stretched her back on the massage table. Rainbow Dash moved her hooves lower, spreading baby oil on Scootaloo’s fur. Blood rushed through her veins as she felt Scootaloo’s muscles under her gentle touch. The way they moved when her friend breathed gave Rainbow Dash chills; she took a deep breath, allowing the barely-hidden feelings to surface.

Gently, as if by accident, she grabbed Scootaloo’s thigh. Scootaloo gasped, opening her eyes. “What was that?” she whispered.

“Nothing,” Rainbow Dash replied, her hoof getting lower, dangerously close to the towel wrapped around Scootaloo’s hips. Scootaloo nodded and turned away. Rainbow started to rub her crotch with her wing, suppressing the moans as she continued to massage Scootaloo.

Suddenly, she realized she couldn’t hold it any longer. She grabbed Scootaloo’s towel and yanked it, revealing the filly’s perky butt. Scootaloo screamed in surprise and turned towards Rainbow Dash.

“What’s going on?” Scootaloo asked. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry.” Rainbow Dash embraced Scootaloo and planted a kiss on her cheek. “It’s gonna be our special massage.”

“I’m not sure if I like the special massage,” Scootaloo muttered, her face bright red as she realized that Rainbow Dash was now feeling her sensitive wings with one hoof. The other hoof, slippery from baby oil, was circling around her stomach, getting lower and lower.

“Relax.” Rainbow Dash held Scootaloo in a firm embrace, her wing finding its way to Scootaloo’s clit. Scootaloo stiffened under Rainbow Dash’s touch, but made no attempt to resist when Rainbow Dash rubbed her labia. Scootaloo blushed; she’d done it a few times before, but never had anyone else do it to her. Especially not with their wings – Scootaloo usually used her hoof, her own wings being too short to reach her crotch comfortably.

“It’s weird,” Scootaloo whispered. “Rainbow–”

“Quiet,” Rainbow Dash whispered into Scootaloo’s ear, slipping her feathers into her pussy. Scootaloo shuddered, trying to hop off the massage table, but Rainbow Dash held her down, kissing her, nearly stuffing her tongue into Scootaloo’s ear.

Scootaloo gasped. She could feel Rainbow Dash’s feathers moving inside of her virgin pussy, each move sending spikes of unwanted pleasure all around her body. She thrashed, trying to resist but her own body was betraying her. The first orgasm hit her like a truck, sending her mind into overdrive as she hung limply in Rainbow Dash’s arms.

Rainbow, however, was not done with her. For a moment, she left her lying on the table, but before Scootaloo was able to get her bearings and run away, she came back with a device that Scootaloo, due to her recent research in Sweetie Belle’s magazines, knew as a magic wand.

“This may be a bit too powerful for you, but I’m gonna need that,” Rainbow Dash said, placing the magic wand on her crotch and kneeling in front of Scootaloo. She licked her feathers, savoring Scootaloo’s juices. “Nice. I feel like eating you out, kiddo. I’m sure there’s more back where it came from.”

“I– I don’t think I like this massage,” Scootaloo said. “Also, all that beer… I kinda need to pee.”

Rainbow Dash handed her a towel. “You can go on it, as long as I can keep it.”

“I’d rather– Aargh!” Scootaloo screamed when Rainbow Dash suddenly put the magic wand on her crotch, the sensation of the vibrating crystal hitting her once again. It was quite different than when Dash had used her feathers on her, stronger and more impersonal. Powerful vibrations shook her diminutive body, resonating off of her full bladder. Another orgasm rocked her violently; tears shot out of her eyes. She shuddered, grabbing the edges of the massage table, and her muscles relaxed. Stench filled her nostrils and her face reddened when she realized she’d just wet herself in front of Rainbow Dash.

Still trembling, she looked down, watching her urine soaking into Rainbow Dash’s towel. Her vision was blurry, and her mind was hazy; this was surreal. “This isn’t happening,” she whispered. “This isn’t happening.”

“Yeah, this may have been too much for you,” Rainbow Dash said. She was now casually masturbating in front of Scootaloo. “For now, at least.” She grabbed a towel and sniffed it before putting it aside. “Yeah, I’m definitely keeping this one.”

“I want to go home,” Scootaloo muttered.

“Why?” Rainbow Dash asked, barely paying attention to the fact that Scootaloo was still naked, sweaty, and crying in front of her. She was panting, her hoof rubbing her clit and her dexterous feathers buried in her own pussy, slowly bringing herself to a climax. “Your parents aren’t there anyway.” She smiled at Scootaloo, extending her hoof to her. “Why don’t you stay with me for a few days?”

“I don’t think–” Scootaloo tried to get up from the table.

“Not so fast.” Rainbow Dash grabbed Scootaloo’s hind legs, spreading them apart, and licked her lips. “There are plenty of things we didn’t try yet…”

Scootaloo shuddered, retching, when Rainbow Dash lowered her head to her crotch.

Author's Note

Well, that was oddly therapeutic. At least for me, haha.