A Dash Of Obedience

Smugly, and with a small slight sneer, Scootaloo yanked on the leash coiled around her hoof, pulling Rainbow’s neck upwards from the impetus. The older pegasus was gawking towards the ceiling and Scootaloo eagerly began to nibble on the mare’s neck.

Dear Celestia! Scoots! You’re bucking amazing.

Scootaloo gnawed gently at a few cyan feathers adorning Dash’s scrag. She chomped a tad forcefully, ensuring her teeth would make a mark, but not deep or hard enough to cause agony.

Rainbow’s tongue lolled out of her mouth from the assiduity and the Wonderbolt-in-training squealed with ardor. Meanwhile, Scootaloo kept the same yanked pressure from the leash, biting the speedster’s neck with lustful desire. She sucked softly on Rainbow’s neck for a few seconds, before releasing her teeth and speaking.

“Look at you. The ‘legendary’ and ‘awesome’ Rainbow Dash. You’re known all over Ponyville, hay, probably all over Equestria, from what you’ve done with your friends. Could you imagine what they’d say if they knew how you really were behind closed doors?”

Rainbow squirmed and Scootaloo licked at the spot where her teeth had just been. The weathermare shook with bliss. Scootaloo smirked at the speedster and continued teasing her, absolutely enjoying putting her pet in her true place.

“You’re so worried about protecting your public image. If word spread to the other ponies, your entire reputation would disappear overnight. They wouldn’t see you as a confident and cocky show off. Instead, they’d know you as a weak and kinky fillyfooler. Gone would be their appreciation for all your exploits. It’d be replaced with repulsion for your dirty desires.”

Scootaloo squeed and nibbled gently on Rainbow’s ear, tugging it slightly with a jerk of her head. Rainbow moaned, wanting Scootaloo to continue. The weathermare was loving this session.

“So this is what the “Element of Loyalty” amounted to? A pitiful pet pegasus, collared and leashed by a flightless filly? A speedster, put in her place by a pony without a cutie mark? Tsk, tsk, Rainbow Dash. I thought you were cool. How pathetic.”

Rainbow whimpered, feeling her nether regions getting wet from the humiliation. Scootaloo was acting so dominant. Her prepotance made Rainbow shiver. She wanted nothing more than to get off.

Scoots! There’s a little thing as too much foreplay. You’re making me squirm here! Please, take care of my needs!

“I can’t believe that I know more about the ‘great’ Rainbow Dash than her best friends do. The dirt I’ve got on you could immediately crumble your fame. You’d have to trade in that Wonderbolts outfit for a prison one.”

Okay, that’s going too far, Scoots.

“Face it, Rainbow Dash. I’ve got the ultimate control. You’re my bitch.”

Did she just really say-

Rainbow's thoughts were interrupted as Scootaloo, feeling daring, pulled the leash as hard as she could. It caused Rainbow to immediately sputter and panic. Her trachea was unable to draw breath and Dash jostled to inhale. The weatherpony glared from her peripherals at the filly, unsure if she knew what was happening.

Even if Rainbow wanted to speak, the lack of airflow made it impossible. As tears began to trickle down her muzzle, Rainbow wrapped two hooves around the collar and made the ‘choking signal’.

Let me go! I can’t breathe!

Scootaloo immediately released the tension and lowered her hoof. Dash fell forwards onto her bed and took many greedy gulps of oxygen. She was feeling slightly woozy and lightheaded. She coughed a few times. Rainbow groaned in fury and distress. With a shaking hoof, the cyan pony reached up to blot her eyes free of tears and wipe them from her face.

Scootaloo, you bitch! That was over the line!

As if using telepathy, Scootaloo spoke, softly rubbing Rainbow’s mane.

“I told you that there was nothing to fear. I knew what I was doing. C’mon, Rainbow Dash. You think I was going to choke you until you passed out? That’s heartless!”

You knew what you were doing but choked me without a reason? You little…

Dash swatted the filly’s hoof off her mane, turning her head to avoid looking at her. This caught Scoots off guard. She expected Dash to be alarmed, perhaps confused, but not hostile. She frowned.

“Rainbow Dash…”

Rainbow snorted in response, crossing her hooves in defiance. She was enraged. The speedster didn’t acknowledge Scootaloo.

The smaller pony sighed sadly. She wanted to console Rainbow with a gesture, but decided against it. The sight of her hero smacking her hoof away showed Dash’s disdain. It was obvious she didn’t want to be touched.

“Alright, I can admit it was too far. I should’ve warned you. I’m sorry. But I promise that you were okay. I’d certainly not choke you to death, Rainbow. You told me some of your kinks, but I never revealed mine. I’ve got hypoxyphilia. Heard of it?”

Dash gave another indignant snort, but turned her head towards the filly. Scootaloo looked at her with a mournful and sorrowful gaze that almost made Dash feel a tinge of regret. But she recalled what had just transpired and her annoyant demeanor returned.

“I get excited when I choke somepony or see them choke. It’s the ultimate form of breath play. Everypony has kinks and I realize mine is extreme. I can’t help being attracted to certain things and fetishes, Rainbow.”

But you can prevent acting on impulses, choking the one pony you claim to respect and adore so much!

Scootaloo surveyed Rainbow’s expression. It was easy to notice the weathermare glower in fury. The filly was disheartened but understood.

“Time out. I want you to talk with me. I can tell there’s tension and I will not continue anything until we’ve had a discussion. It’s evident I crossed a line with you, Rainbow Dash.”

The filly reached down and undid the clasp on the collar. The black leash fell on the bed. Scootaloo removed the loop from her hoof and tossed it by the rest of the object. She then loafed in front of the weathermare, not taking her purple eyes off of her.

Rainbow was astonished at the mature candor and behavior from the crusader and regarded her with a proud gaze. She hesitated, but opened her muzzle and spoke.

“So, you’re letting me talk? And there won’t be repercussions? This isn’t a trick I hope.”

Scootaloo nodded and hugged the mare. The orange pegasus used her hoof to wipe Rainbow’s eyes in an effort to dry her tears. The CMC member felt irate with herself. She allowed her whim to lead to a compulsion. Scootaloo wore a penitent expression. Then spoke.

“Yes. You can talk, Rainbow. You must have been frightened. I went from showing love, admiration, and care to doing something unexpected and causing you alarm and pain. It’s a total caprice and I’m ashamed.”

Rainbow put a hoof to her forehead, taking a few more hearty gulps. Most of that sentence was easily understood except for one word.

“Caprice?” Rainbow questioned.

“Oops. Did it again. Those lessons are rubbing off.”

Seeing the glare of vexation donning Rainbow’s muzzle, Scootaloo explained. “It just means ‘a sudden change of mood or behavior.’ Like the unaccountable switch going from endearing to brutish.”

Scootaloo sniffled, craning her neck to hide her face in her wing. She was remorseful. The orange pegasus worried that Rainbow Dash would have hatred towards her or never want to see her again. Both of these notions, coupled with the tears that were falling made Scootaloo convulse. She sobbed loudly.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Rainbow said, alarmed.

She quickly sat up and put a comforting wing around the younger pony, pulling her close and protectively near her midriff. A cyan hoof was placed delicately on Scootaloo’s mane, giving her head a comforting pat. The brash filly began to hyperventilate.

“It’s alright, Scoots. Yeah, I’ll admit the choking was unexpected. It hurt. Gasping for breath isn’t something I’d consider sexy at all. Honestly, I’ve never done anything like that. Too risky and things could go wrong very quickly.”

Dash put a hoof to Scootaloo’s muzzle, turning the young pony’s head so they could lock eyes. Frowning at the tears welling in the filly’s eyelids, Rainbow raised her wing, softly wiping the droplets away.

“I’m not angry that you tried out your kink. A warning would’ve been nice though. But it’s like you said earlier. You can’t help the fetishes you’re attracted to. Please calm down, Squirt. I promise everything is alright. I don’t hate you.”

Clinging to the words and body of Rainbow Dash, the orange pegasus attempted to put her mind at ease. She slowly inhaled through her nostrils, trying to quell her hyperventilation. In response, Rainbow held the other pony tightly, using a hoof to rub her back. Dash nuzzled Scootaloo and assured her once again.

“I was startled and certainly taken aback. But I don’t hold any ill will for you. Look, I know I agreed you could do whatever you wanted to me, but something that dangerous, with many possibilities of blunders, kinda deserves a heads up.”

Rainbow playfully bapped Scootaloo on the shoulder. It took another few minutes before Scootaloo was calm again. She squeaked pitifully and apologized again to Rainbow, who shrugged it off.

“It’s water under the bridge, Squirt. I’m glad we talked this out. Now, c’mon. There’s more fun that we can have.”

Scootaloo wavered. “Are you sure, Rainbow Dash? I’d hate to-”

“Hey! Am I your pet or not, Mistress Scootaloo?” Dash challenged, winking at the crusader.

Rainbow leaned down, chomping the snap hook of the black leash with her muzzle. She turned back to Scootaloo with rosy eyes that sparkled and shined happily. The CMC member wiped the bottoms of her eyes once more and grinned coyly.

“You are, Dashie. The best pet I could ever want.”

Dash lowered her head and softly opened her muzzle. The snap hook landed in Scootaloo’s hooves.

With a happy grin, Scootaloo fastened the leash to the collar again. When done, she softly smooched Rainbow’s cheek and licked her snout. The small pegasus put two hooves on Rainbow’s belly, looked deeply into Rainbow’s eyes, admitting the ultimate veracity for the first time.

“I love you, Rainbow Dash. Unquestionably. Every part of my being is in love with you.”

The revelation caused Rainbow to open her muzzle in shock. She happily played with Scootaloo, enjoying the mutual fun together. She cared for the filly deeply and protectively. Rainbow saw her as a platonic and somewhat romantic sister. But love?

I do like her. A lot. But is it love? She said it so straightforwardly and with total conviction. I believe her. Hard not to, Rainbow. She’s practically conjoined at your hip. Okay, Rainbow, quit stalling. She’s looking at you waiting for a reply. Say something, dummy! Do something!

Scootaloo had tilted her head, puzzled by the lack of response from the older pony. She blinked twice then averted her gaze.

“Sorry. I probably shouldn’t have sai-”

The CMC member was cut off as Rainbow Dash leaned forward, pressing her lips to Scootaloo’s own. Welcoming it, the purple-maned pegasus squealed, kissing back passionately. Rainbow wrapped two hooves around the filly’s neck, and the crusader placed two of her hooves on the speedster’s thighs.

Both lovers snogged amorously. The tension in the room had entirely dissipated. Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash smooched with pure adoration and lust in every lip smacking moment. Rainbow pulled on Scootaloo’s nape, bringing the filly closer to the weatherpony.

The orange pegasus felt amatory in this moment that surpassed all previous experiences. She had just confessed her love to the pony who owned her heart. Judging by the way Rainbow was canoodling her, she was either happy to her it, or the feeling was mutual.

When Dash was content with the passionate embrace, she stopped, but pecked Scootaloo a final time on the snout. It made the filly giggle and then Rainbow Dash broke the silence.

“I love you too, Scootaloo.”

Hearing this made Scootaloo’s heart catch in her throat. Rainbow Dash felt the same romantic attraction towards her. The filly never thought she could be so lucky.

“I love you more.”

Rainbow scoffed. She may have confessed her feelings for the filly, but she wasn’t going to be sappy with them.

“I’d bet all my bits on that, Squirt. You’re practically obsessed with me, not that I mind of course! Now c’mon! Plenty of time left for fun. Don’t keep your marefriend waiting.”

The crusader trembled with excitement and thrust her hooves in the air, swaying jovially. She flashed Rainbow Dash the happiest smile and Rainbow felt her heart melt.

“Alright! Your fillyfriend is ready, Pet. It’s back on. Now that we got that mushy stuff over, let’s return to the game. So no more talking.”

Calling yourself my fillyfriend but addressing me as a Pet in the same sentence. You’re an adorable Mistress, Squirt.

“I’ve got a surprise for the second round, Pet. Remember that artifact I found a few days ago?”

Rainbow’s eyes widened in glee. It’d been a while since her Mistress used that item for playtime. She was excited to see it return.

Omgosh! Omgosh! Omgosh!

Scootaloo stuck her tongue out and hopped off the bed. She reached in the bag from the pet store and pulled out the artifact. The schoolpony giggled, noticing Rainbow’s expectant reaction.

The weatherpony had raised two hooves under her chin, pointing them down. She sat on her haunches and lolled her tongue from her mouth, panting like a dog.

“How adorable! Such a good puppy, Rainbow.”

Scootaloo bounced gleefully, jumping up to the bed and reattached the loop of the leash to her hoof. She grinned and raised her eyebrows at her new marefriend, sliding the bangle towards down one of her legs.

“You didn’t think I was referring to the collar when I said there was one last item we needed, right? I’m just full of surprises, Dashie.”

Rainbow naturally didn’t reply, being more focused on the item that bedecked Scootaloo’s hoof. The speedster sat normally but kept a fixated eye on Scootaloo’s special gadget.

The filly chuckled at her marefriend’s behavior and reached towards her with the bangled hoof.

“Round two begins now, Pet. Here I come.”