Anon A Miss Strikes

Scootaloo’s eyes widened as Sweetie kissed her. It was a sloppy kiss, Sweetie was evidently a beginner. After a few seconds, Scootaloo pushed her away.

“What the heck was that?” Scootaloo demanded. Sweetie rubbed the back of her head sheepishly.

“Uh, a kiss I think?” Sweetie offered weakly. Scootaloo stared at her.

“But why?” She demanded. Sweetie sighed.

“I honestly have no idea,” Sweetie admitted. “It just sorta happened.” She sat down on the bed and dropped her head in her hands. “I’m so stupid.” Scootaloo sat next to her and awkwardly patted her on the back.

“It’s okay,” Scootaloo tried to reassure her.

“No it isnt,” Sweetie Belle wailed. “I don’t know why the hell I did that or what I’m feeling. I’m not even sure if I’m bi or gay or what. I’m leaning towards bi, i think.”

“Me neither,” Scootaloo admitted. “But it’s fine. It wasn’t bad though, I think.” Sweetie lifted her head and rubbed her eye.

“Really?” She asked, sniffling.

“Yeah. I’m not entirely sure what to think if I’m being honest,” Scootaloo sighed. “It’s kinda weird though, dating and kissing my friend.”

“I’m sorry,” Sweetie mumbled.

“But I guess we can try and see where it goes?” Scootaloo offered nervously.

“Are you sure?” Sweetie hesitantly asked.

“Yeah,” Scootaloo sighed. “But if it doesn’t work out, we stay friends.”

“Of course. I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship,” Sweetie nodded.

“Are yall alright?” Apple Bloom strode into the room. “Uh why are yall blushing?”

“We may or may not be uh dating?” Sweetie looked to Scootaloo for confirmation.

“Ah ain’t sure about this,” Apple Bloom sighed.

“Why not?” Sweetie Belle asked worriedly.

“Because this changes a lot yall. Mah two best friends dating each other? I love yall and ah support yah. Ah just don’t wanna see one of yuh get hurt is all,” Apple Bloom explained nervously. Sweetie and Scootaloo made eye contact before nodding and hugging Apple Bloom.

“We won’t be making this awkward around you or abandon you because of this,” Sweetie Belle reassured her farmer friend. “We love you and care about you. Hell, we’re trapped in this same place together. We’ve been friends for years. Me and Scoots testing the waters will never change that.”

“She’s right,” Scootaloo chimed in. “That would be super rude of us. We are the cmc, we don’t do that to each other. We look after one another and our honorary members. Like Screwball.”

“Alright,” Apple Bloom hugged them back and grinned mischievously. “Just one question.”

“What’s up?” Scootaloo asked.

“How are yall sleeping tonight?”

“She has a point you know,” Sweetie Belle commented as she laid on her back and stared at the ceiling. “How are we going to sleep from now on? We share a room temporarily.”

“We have our own beds. Where else would we sleep?” Scootaloo raised an eyebrow curiously. “The floor?”

“With each other you nimrod,” Sweetie Belle teased good naturedly. “People who are dating do that from time to time, ya know.”

“They also have fun in bed but you don’t see me trying to do that to you,” Scootaloo pointed out. Sweeties face turned bright red as she glared at Scootaloo.

“I’m asking you to sleep next to me sometimes, not have sex with me. I’m definitely not ready for anything like that. You can share a bed without automatically having sex, you know?” Sweetie Belle scoffed with an offended angry look.

“I was joking,” Scootaloo deadpanned.

“I mean maybe in the future but not the first day we started dating,” Sweetie Belle continued as she didn’t hear Scootaloo.

“Sweetie Belle!” Scootaloo exclaimed.

“Yes Scootaloo?”

“I said I was joking. Relax girl. I’m definitely not interested in it either to honest. I’m too young for that and well so are you because we’re the same age.” Scootaloo got up and walked over to Sweeties bed and gave her a quick kiss. Sweetie gave a content sigh at the feeling before returning the kiss.

“Technically we are the age of consent because we are sixteen,” Sweetie Belle retorted. Scootaloo raised an eyebrow and stared at her.

“Why do you even know that?” Scootaloo demanded.

“Rarity. When I first became a freshman, Rarity decided it was the time to give me The Talk. Most embarrassing moment of my life. She had pictures and everything. She made me put a condom on a banana so I knew how to do it. I wouldn’t wish that fate on my worse enemy,” Sweetie shuddered. “Think of your worst fear and multiple by a thousand. That’s what I felt.” Scootaloo cringed at that.

“Yesh. That sounds awful. Why would Rarity even have pictures of that and why did she think it would be a smart idea?” Scootaloo asked.

“Apparently it’s what our parents did with her. I don’t know what would be worse to be honest, her being the one to give me The Talk or my parents. Not like they did much of anything anyway, they are always out on some stupid trip,” Sweetie grumbled.

“I can’t relate,” Scootaloo admitted sadly. “I don’t have parents. I only got my aunts. And Rainbow Dash.”

“I take it they gave you the talk then? How did you learn about it?”

“Google. I accidentally overheard some seniors making jokes about it so I looked it up. Found some funny memes at least so I guess there is an upside to all of that.”

“I suppose that is a bright side yes,” Sweetie Belle smirked.

“I know right. I was laughing for a solid thirty minutes just scrolling across the internet,” Scootaloo laid down on her back next to Sweetie. “We probably can’t do this often because of the guard people but ya know I’m down tonight.”

“Thanks. And you are probably right. At least Misty Fly seems to be niceish I suppose.”

“She’s okay. She is strict in her own way,” Scootaloo admitted as she rolled over on her side to watch the door. “Goodnight Sweetie.”

“Goodnight Scootaloo.”