Dominant Ideal

If you don't approve of any of the following:
-BDSM
-Foal on foal
-Psychology
-Twilight Sparkle
-Muffins
Then GTFO. This story is not for you.

"SCHOOL'S! OUT! YAY!"

The collective horde of fillies and colts burst out of the confines of Ponyville School. The air was filled with fantasies of the coming summer exploits, of holiday plans, and a single voice shouting something very important about summer homework, which was immediately drowned in the cacophony of the filly-disharmonic orchestra performing their ode to summer vacations. There would be no lessons, no arduous arithmetics, appalling alphabetics, or staring aghast at algebra for two whole months.

"School's out... " Sweetie Belle murmured with her jaw barely rising from the floorboards.

" ...Yay?" the groggy Scootaloo answered from her perch in the newly-installed hammock.

They both fell into a retrospective silence. The only sounds that filtered into the Clubhouse were the cries of the few crickets that had yet to suffer a heatstroke, and the lonely croons of a jackdaw, trying desperately to find a date.

"I mean... " started the unicorn filly, "How's it even possible for us to have nothing to do when we don't have anything to do?"

"Dunno. But I think I know why Rainbow Dash likes napping on clouds so much," came the distant voice from somewhere above Sweetie's head.

She rolled over to her back, paying little heed to the half a dozen crayons and the few pages of priceless art she now used as a mattress. She looked up to the her friend, reclining above. Apparently the pegasus had lost her nonexistant battle with the invading forces of the Feather Isles, and was now firmly enrolled in their vast legions of slumberers. The net of the hammock was pushed against the pegasus' coat, making it look like it was made out of dozens of small tufts of orange fur. Her tail was hanging limply over the side, along with one of her hindlegs.

"This is SOOOOO boring," Sweetie moaned. After there was no response from above, she decided to experiment on the effects of kinetic energy causing collisions between two hard materials, in this case, the floor and the back of her head. The experiment was short-lived, though, as the second phase of her testing proved, once again, that smashing two objects together was a bad idea if you happened to be one of them. Especially if there was an extra complication that you were not aware of beforehand.

"OWWWWwwww!" came the inevitable yelp, as the unicorn bounced up. As the few sheets of paper that had clung to her coat cascaded down in a small rain, she finally noticed what she'd found as an exception in her scientific pursuits. The extra wheel from Scootaloo's namesake mode of transport was trying to look innocuous and just lay gently in its side. She moved in to give it a good kick, which was always a go-to solution for inanimate objects causing bodily harm to her. Too bad her rote backfired, as in addition to kicking the wheel, she also managed to hit her fetlock on the nearby table and her head on a low shelf that held a potted plant (which Apple Bloom had said would liven up the place) and finally landing on her rump next to the wall, after a small mishap with a football getting tangled in her two still functioning appendages.

"No fair," she pouted. There was no use in crying about it, because there were no grown-ups around to leech sympathy from. "I think we hafta clean up in here. Someone could get hurt." She gave the thought a moment to filter through her mind, and with a zen-like clearness understood that if the place needed to be cleaned, then that would mean that cleaning would actually be something to aspire for, and henceforth would mean that her parents' constant complaints about the state of her bedroom would thereby be valid, which was an absolutely ludicrous idea.

She was snapped out of her trance-like meditation on the purpose of cleanliness in the life of a young filly, when she heard a quartet of legs approaching rapidly, and climbing up the stairs to CMC HQ. The door would have slammed open dramatically to announce the arrival of the third Crusader, had the clutter on the floor not stopped it after barely moving three inches.

"Quick! Ya hafta open up right now! Ya gotta hide me!" she moaned while forcibly trying to squeeze herself inside through the narrow crack.

Roused by the sudden commotion, the napping pegasus awoke from her cloud nap and, this being her first time sleeping anywhere higher than two feet, came plummeting down face first. Sweetie had barely managed to pull her legs from underneath the rapidly descending filly, and was now checking if she was still in one piece.

"Uhh... You okay there Scootaloo?"

"Yeah I'm fine," the pegasus got up and gave her ruffled miniature wings a flutter, "Just remind me to learn how to wake up from a cloud before trying it again. So what's up?"

"Ah'm DOOMED's what's up!" The yellow pony had finally managed to squeeze her head through the crack, and with the aid of the two confused fillies managed to get the door open enough to fit the rest in. "Remember the toolbox that mah Sis has and that ah'm not supposed ta touch under any circumstance and which I borrowed last week and maybe kinda lost in the Everfree Forest? Well sis just found out and ah've gotta hide until the storm blows over."

"Then why'd you come here? Isn't this the first place Applejack's gonna be looking for you?" asked the incredulous unicorn.

"Wait... she'd never—"

"APPLE BLLLOOOOM!"

"Aww, shoot..."

"Ah knows you're in there so getchore hindquarters outside, pronto!"

"Well... it was nice knowing you guys. When ah get out from being grounded ah'm gonna be as old as Granny Smith."
Apple Bloom started to make her way slowly out the door, but had barely enough time to whinny before her sister grabbed her mane in her mouth and dragged the protesting filly outside and pushed her toward the farmhouse proper.

"You're in so much trouble lil' missy, running off like that. Now ah'm half a mind to go get a switch an' tannin' your behind right now."

"But Siiiis! Ya told me ya'd never give me a switchin'!"

"Well let's just say ah'm a reconciderin' it right now. Now move your caboose!"

"Sis! No! Pleaaase!" The scolds and complaints were lost to the woods as the pair faded from view.

The two Crusaders had witnessed the scene from their vantage point in the window. They both had to gulp down hard before they were able to even look at each other.

"You think Apple Bloom's really gonna get it?" asked Scootaloo with a trembling voice.

"Well you heard her big sis. She's bound to."

"That... sucks." The orange filly moved next to the back wall of the clubhouse and slowly slid down until she was sitting with her back to it.

"Yeah." Sweetie had just turned around and now sat on the table near the window.

After contemplating the situation for a moment, Scootaloo finally asked "You think we're in trouble too?"

"Well we didn't take anything without permission or anything. And we all ran when we saw that Ursa Major in the woods. That's when she lost the toolbox."

"It was an old tree with moss on it—"

"We all THOUGHT it was an Ursa. And you ran away too."

"Well yeah, cos you two ran away. It's not like I was scared or anything."

"Me neither."

"Were too."

"Was not!"

"Were too""

"Was not!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

They gave each other a glare that might have caused some minor nausea and discomfort to anyone who happened to wander between them. Sweetie soon found she didn't have her heart in it and let her head and shoulders slump.

"I'm still worried about Apple Bloom."

"Yeah. Me too."

"I mean... I've never gotten the... " she had to gulp again "... the switch. Or the hoof for that matter."

"Me neither. I bet it hurts, like, a ton."

"Yeah. So you've never..?"

"Nope. My folks hardly do anything to me if I do something bad."

"Really? Don't they ground you or something?"

"Nah. They don't really care. I mean they'll tell me off or send me to my room but that's kinda it. And remember the time when we got into a fight with Tiara and Spoon at school and I hit Spoon and broke her glasses and you pulled Tiara's hair and Apple Bloom bucked her so hard she had to go to the nurse's office?"

"Yeah don't remind me. My folks grounded me for two weeks for that. And Rarity kept on going on about what a brute I was and how 'such antics were not suitable for a young lady'," she finished with air-quotations.

"Well dad was in town so he picked me up from school and he actually laughed and told me I was 'a handful' and 'rambunctious little tomcolt', and bought me ice cream," Scootaloo answered with her own air-quotes.

"He WHAT?" the white filly squealed, her voice breaking. "You have the best parents EVER, you know? I can't believe it. I get grounded and you get Ice cream? Really?" She couldn't help but shake her hooves furiously at the injustice.

"Yeah. Dad's kinda great." Scootaloo said, and continued in a quieter tone, "When he's around."

They both sat there in silence, letting their thoughts wander. Sweetie was consumed by the thought of getting ice cream for punching Diamond Tiara, and Scootaloo was trying to remember when her father would be in town the next time. There was one other thing she was also wondering about.

"So Sweetie... "

"Yeah?" The unicorn perked up. Something about her friend's voice was different from usual. It was quieter somehow. If she didn't know better, she could've sworn Scootaloo sounded... shy?

"Umm... so neither of us has ever gotten... it, right?"

"You mean like... the switch?"

"Ever wonder what it feels like?"

"Well, duh. It hurts."

"Yeah but... how bad is it?"

"I dunno. Bad? I bet you'd cry."

"Nah. I could take it without crying."

Again the silence descended in The Clubhouse, only this time it wasn't the carefree silence of two fillies getting lost in their thoughts. They both eyed each other, but when their eyes met, they quickly looked away. Scootaloo felt her little heart pounding in her ears as she got up and walked to her friend seated on the table.

"Scoots what are you doing?"

The orange filly leaned on the table, bending forward until her stomach was resting on the table's smooth surface. She then propped her hindlegs straight up, lifting her behind a few inches above the edge of the table.

"Scoots... What are you—"

"Please do it now before I change my mind," came the nervous reply. Scootaloo couldn't even look at Sweetie because she knew she'd lose her willpower if she did so.

"But... are you asking me to... "

"Yeah. Sweetie... will you... umm... spank me?"

Sweetie Belle had to take a big lungful of air.

"This is so weird, Scoots. You really want me to hit you?"

"I wanna know how it feels."

"Yeah but... are you sure?"

"Y-yeah."

Sweetie just sat there, while next to her the purple tail swished nervously from side to side as the pegasus shifted her weight from one of her hindlegs to another.

"Okay. But you gotta promise to me you won't cry."

"I won't. I can take it."

"So umm... should I go get a switch or something?"

"Let's... start off with hoof."

"Okay."

Sweetie got up from the table and circled Scootaloo's upraised rear. The pegasus was lying on just the edge of the table, and her flanks were starting to sweat slightly. Sweetie stood up onto her hind legs and rested her left forehoof on her friends back, right next to where her tail started. The unicorn immediately felt how the pegasus winced from the touch, even when she hadn't even hit her.

"I think... you gotta lift your tail up or it's gonna get in the way."

Without saying anything, Scootaloo complied, lifting her tail high. The white filly could only stare at her friend's exposed backside. The pegasus was clearly anticipating the first hit, her buttocks clenching instinctively. Sweetie swallowed another huge piece from her throat and gently patted the orange rear in front of her with the side of her right forehoof. Scootaloo's hindlegs immediately shot straight and pushed the table forward a few inches, making Sweetie almost fall over.

"Sorry! I'm kinda... youknow."

"You really really sure you want me to do this, Scootaloo?"

"Yeah."

"You ready?"

The pegasus didn't reply. She only pushed her head down and took a deep breath.
Sweetie raised her forehoof high above her head and with a quick swish landed it in on Scootaloo's left buttock. The pegasus whinnied a bit, but stayed put.

"So... does it hurt?"

"Uh-huh," came the muffled response.

"Want me to keep going?"

"Yeah. And... and don't stop. I'll say when to stop."

"You sure?"

"Sweetie! Stop asking me if I'm sure. Just... "

"Sorry! I mean I... Okay. Here it comes."

Again Sweetie lifted her forehoof up, and let it make a resounding smack as it hit Scootaloo's bottom. Instead of waiting, she immediately repeated the smack on the other cheek. She kept on going, landing hit after hit on the orange filly's rump. After a few hits she felt the pegasus starting to move around, trying to move her buttocks away from the hits. Sweetie pushed her left forehoof down to make sure Scootaloo wouldn't get away or fall off the edge of the table and kept smacking. The small clubhouse was again filled with the sounds of her hoof slamming down on her friend's behind. Sweetie could see some slight pink colour appearing where she had struck, and decided to try and aim her hits on a larger area. She went from the top of the pegasus' buttocks all the way down to her thighs, making sure not to leave any place alone. Scootaloo kept whinnying, first quietly, and then in a louder voice.

Sweetie smacked her friend's right flank, where her cutie mark would be, and made her rump twist left, and then she continued with a slap to the upper thigh on the right side, making her victim's whole backside go around in almost a circle. She could hardly believe that she was starting to like the whole thing. It had started as something exciting, but now she was feeling something even more. She kept on landing a smack after another, all around her friends behind, and enjoyed the twists and turns she was causing Scootaloo to do. Sweetie couldn't even believe herself when she actually decided to start hitting harder to see if Scootaloo really wouldn't start crying like she promised. She felt powerful, and the little pegasus in front of her was completely under her control. Scootaloo tried to cover her rump with her tail, but Sweetie angrily bent it away with her hoof, going so far as to biting at the purple tail and pulling it up even higher, making the pegasus stand on tip-toe.

"You. Have. Been. So. Naughty. Scootaloo." she said between hits. "Now you gotta face the music!" She kept on smacking and smacking, not even listening to the sounds her friend was making anymore, just enjoying the rush of the moment and watching her victim squirm under her punishment. When her own forehoof was starting to ache from all the smacks she just switched sides and used her other hoof instead.

"Now you're really gonna get it!" she said as the hits kept raining on. Scootaloo was now clearly trying to get away, even trying to flutter her wings, and it took all her strength to keep her put, even having to lean on top of the pegasus to keep her from squirming away. The table had finally reached the wall and for every smack that landed on the reddening rump the table made a dull thump against the woodwork.

"Ss.... " Scootaloo tried to say something again, but Sweetie didn't listen to her. She was in control and would do what ever she wanted to the naughty little filly that was getting what was coming to her. She felt a wide grin spreading on her face as she once again started striking harder, this time aiming directly between Scootaloo's buttocks. She was getting out of breath from the exercise, but that didn't hinder her at all, instead, she poured ever last ounce of her strength into every last strike she could land on the squirming filly.

"PLEASE STOP SWEETIE!" screamed the orange pegasus. Sweetie was shocked back into reality by Scootaloo crying out her name. Then everything else came crashing back in as she fell down to sit on the floor.

"Oh my gosh, Scootaloo! Are you okay? I'm sorry I kinda got carried away. Scootaloo? Can you hear me?" she asked in a panicked voice. There was no answer. The pegasus just laid on the table, her hindlegs bent at the knees. Her whole body was shivering and she was covered in sweat. The purple tail was hanging limply down between her legs, covering the bright red marks that ran the length of her backside.

"Scoots! Are you... crying?" asked Sweetie, in a quieter voice, slowly starting to move to Scootaloo's side.

"No" came the thin sound from the other side of the table, clearly accompanied by sniffs and sobs.

"I'm so sorry Scoots. I didn't mean to... " the rest of the words stuck in her mouth as she finally saw Scootaloo's face. She was crying all out, her tightly closed eyes and nose running unheeded. Sweetie felt her chest grow cold as she scampered to get closer to her friend. The pegasus didn't even try to move away, instead moving towards the white filly. As Sweetie got to her side, Scootaloo managed to roll over enough so she landed on the floor, on top of the unicorn. They both immediately grabbed each other in a tight hug, Sweetie starting to tear up, while Scootaloo openly bawled like a foal against her chest. All the unicorn filly could do was embrace her friend tight and stroke her mane, not caring about staining her coat. After several minutes, Scootaloo's bawl had receded back into normal sobs, but she was still clinging onto her friend like she was never going to let go.

"Shh it's okay Scootaloo. It's over now. I'm so sorry," were the three lines that Sweetie Belle kept repeating, over and over again as she tried to calm Scootaloo down.

"No... " the orange pegasus finally managed to say, "I'm sorry."

"But... I hit you so hard and hurt you and... "

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for all the stuff I've done and... and... I'm sorry."

"Scootaloo what are you talking about?"

"You said I have the best parents ever? Well I think they're THE WORST!" Scootaloo screeched the last words, as a new fit of sobs took her over once again. After it receded, she tried to continue, but kept being interrupted by sniffles and sobs every few words.

"Dad's never around, and when he is, we never do anything together! Mom works the evening shift so I only see her on weekends. I go home to an empty house and cook my own dinner every day. And they don't care about me. Whatever I do they just say I'm 'wild' or 'tomcoltish' or 'rambunctious' and just laugh it off. I've never gotten into trouble, whatever I did. Before I met you guys I TRIED to get into trouble, just so they'd have to notice me!" Her voice was starting to get raspy from the crying and shouting.

"Scoots... I had no idea. I always thought you were so happy and I thought you had great parents and... stuff."

"D'you know why I started doing all this Crusader stuff? So they'd notice me. But it never worked. I'd go home covered in treesap, or Miss Cheerilee would walk me home after I broke all the mirrors in the school toilet—"

"Wait, that was you?"

"Yeah. But they never punished me. They never got angry. They never CARED!"

"I think I know what you mean. Gosh... It must've felt real lonely."

Scootaloo couldn't even answer that comment, she only squeezed her friend tighter and sobbed quietly.

"So... you're not angry cos I spanked you so hard you cried?"

"N-no. I... wanted you to. I wanted someone to tell me I've been bad and punish me and... and... tell me it's okay and that they'd like me anyways, even though I did bad stuff."

"You know me and Apple Bloom like you. You're a great friend and you're really fun to hang out with. You know that, right?"

"Yeah. And... that's why it felt so good when you gave me the spanking. Cos I know you really care about me and... I knew you'd do it if I just asked. I never had the courage to. And I didn't think you'd do it like you meant it."

"So... when I said you'd been naughty and stuff... "

"Yeah. That's when I started crying. Up to that I thought I could keep it in but... I really wanted to hear those words."

Scootaloo looked away from the unicorn. "You must think I'm crazy as Twilight right now. I mean... who'd want to get hurt on purpose. Heh."

"I don't think you're crazy. I think you're really brave and... sweet."

"Sweet?"

"Well... sorry. It kinda slipped."

"It's... okay I guess. I don't really always want to be the 'rambunctious tomcolt'."

"So... is that why you always act like that when Rainbow Dash is around?"

"Well at least she notices me... " Scootaloo was about to start sobbing again but Sweetie's shushing and stroking got her past it.

"So... you don't really like all those dangerous stunts and the stuff you do on your scooter?"

"Are you crazy? Of course I like doing stuff like that. But... I like doing other stuff as well. And with you and Apple Bloom we've done so much fun stuff. Even the... mushy stuff is kinda fu—"

Scootaloo was interrupted as she noticed that her makeshift unicorn mattress was trembling under the weight of bouts of giggles that had overcome Sweetie Belle.

"What's so funny?"

"Sorry Scoots! It's just ... you were so cute just now!"

"WAS NOT!"

"Yeah you were."

"WAS NO... oh forget it." They both collapsed on one another, finally sharing a laugh on the floor of the clubhouse. After they got over the worst of it, it was Sweetie's turn to blush.

"Uhm... maybe we should go find you a bath?"

"Huh? Whaddya mean? I'm alright, just gotta wash my face in the stream an keep my tail down when I leave. No biggie."

"No... not that. I mean... about your little accident?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well... ummm... I guess you didn't notice that when you fell on me from the table my leg got caught between yours and... umm..."

"Huh?"

"Well you kinda wet yourself"

Scootaloo shot up from on top of the unicorn. "WHAT?! But I didn't!"

"Shh... It's okay, I promise not to tell anyone."

"But I really didn't..."

"Then... why are you all wet between your legs? I could feel it when you were on top of me and there was kinda... a lot of it."

"But... I... I... "

"Like I said: Let's go wash you up."

"LOOK! Sweetie! I didn't pee myself! If... I had to go right now I could go! I can prove it! It's not that."

"Then... why are you all wet down there?"

"You seriously don't know? Are you joking?"

Sweetie was quite taken back at that. "Don't know what?"

"You... ummm... it's kinda like... You know I don't wanna talk about it. It's not pee. Period."

"Whatever. But you still need to wash up. AND we could go swimming at the same time so let's head on over to the creek?"

"Sounds good. Maybe the cool water might help a bit with my butt too," she said with a trademark Scootaloo Smirk.

"Oh... it still hurts?"

"Yeah. It feels like my butt is still on fire."

"Sorry," answered Sweetie Belle, trying to give her innocent 'please can you buy me another cupcake please oh please big sis' look. Too bad Scootaloo already knew that one. As they left the Clubhouse for the nearby river, the orange-and-red pegasus couldn't help but ask her friend.

"So... would you mind... youknow... giving me another spanking sometime?"

"Mmmm... I'll have to think about it." she answered with a coy smirk.

"SWEETIE! I'm being serious here!"

"Well... Only if I think you've been a naughty filly... "

"Deal." They clapped forehooves together, and without warning Scootaloo dashed off into the forest. "Race you to the riverbank!"

"NO FAIR!"