Don't Bet On Sinking Ships

The following days zipped by all too fast for Scootaloo’s liking. All the while, Luna’s words kept ringing in her head. Before she knew it, a week had passed, and nurse Red Heart was removing her bandages. “Now remember, you’re not back at one hundred percent yet, so take it easy. Use your wings as little as possible, and defiantly don’t try any crazy stunts for at least a month. I would try to tell you to never try anything stupid again, but if you’re anything like your big sister, I’ll be seeing you at least once a quarter.”

“Thanks doc, I’ll be sure to keep an eye on her,” Dash said, winking down at Scootaloo, not even trying to hide her contempt for the medical industry. With an eye roll, nurse Red Heart made her way out of the Castle of Friendship.

“So, what’s first on the agenda squirt?” Rainbow asked hovering in front of the orange filly.

“Huh? What do you mean? Don’t you have to go back to the Wonderbolts headquarters?” Scootaloo asked, a tinge of disappointment clear in her voice.

“Nah,” Rainbow dismissed the issue with a wave of her hoof, “I still got two more days of vacation scheduled.”

“What? But I thought you only asked for a week off,” Scootaloo said, starting to get her hopes up.

“I need to make sure you’re actually okay on your own Scoots, plus I won’t turn down any excuse I can get to spend time with you,” Rainbow explained, her ever present grin shining down on Scootaloo.

After about ten seconds of contemplation, Scootaloo’s brain put all the pieces together. Rainbow Dash still has two more days off, today is hearts and hooves day. She knows this, she wants to spend time with me, Luna told me to claim her. Could it really be that easy? “Yes!” Scootaloo shouted out of nowhere, temporarily surprising Rainbow Dash who flew up a few feet before she recovered, floating back down.

“Uh… what?” Rainbow deadpanned.

“Oh, uh…” Scootaloo trailed off before gathering her courage again. After swallowing the rest of her fear, she looked Rainbow Dash in the eye. “Rainbowdashwillyoubemyspecialsomponythisheartsandhoovesday!” She blurted out before shoving her hoof in her mouth. Celestia’s fucking teats I actually just said that out loud! Scootaloo was about to have a mental breakdown, time slowed to a halt. She swore she could count the milliseconds before Rainbow Dash finally answered an eternity later.

“Sure, Scoots, I’d love to be your special somepony,” Rainbow replied, her grin growing into a full on smile.

“I’msosorrypleasedon’thateme!” Scootaloo burst out on instinct before her brain actually processed the words said to her. “Wait… what?” Scootaloo asked, dumbfounded that actually worked. Well I guess its a good thing Luna isn’t as into pranks as her bis sister. Scootaloo thought before her mind processed the full implications of what Dash just told her.

“Scoots, I told you already, I could never hate you. I love you like a sister, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t also attracted to you,” Rainbow admitted, blushing a bit.

“Wait, you feel the same way as me? How long?” Scootaloo asked, a bit incredulous.

“Uh, since around the time you started working as a tutor around the school I guess,” Rainbow said sheepishly, rubbing a hoof through her mane. “I guess it was around then that I started seeing you as a mare, and not just as my little filly sister.”

“Why didn’t you say something sooner? I’ve had a crush on you ever since you saved me from the dropouts!” Scootaloo demanded before realizing what she was saying. Her anger and frustration melted away and her ears drooped back against her head.

“Heh, well I kinda got some signals from you, but I didn’t want to risk accidentally pressuring you to be my special somepony. I know you’d basically do almost anything I asked you so I wanted to make extra sure I wasn’t reading into anything.” It was Rainbow’s turn to deflate a little, her ears plastered to her head in shame.

“Huh, I guess that make sense. Thanks for that by the way, really. It shows you really do care about me. It’s pretty awesome,” Scootaloo perked up a bit. The realization that her crush likes her back giving her untold amounts of courage. “So, does this mean today is our first date?”

Now Rainbow perked up now, “Buck yeah!” Rainbow shouted as she flew three loops in mid air. “Heh, I guess I don’t need to worry about censoring my language around you now, huh Scootaloo?”

“Buck no you don’t!” Scootaloo shot back, ecstatic to break another barrier with her sister. “Wait… is it okay for us to do this? I mean like, publicly be doing this? I know we aren’t blood related, but everypony in town knows we’re sisters,” Scootaloo shrank back again.

“Nah, nopony will bat an eye. At least a third of the town is some flavor of incest Scoots. Heck, the apples are practically pure bloods at this point. Like, I know Big Mac and Sugar Belle are a thing, but you better believe Apple Jack is gonna have a baby bump to match Sugar Belle if they ever tie the knot. Sister wives, am I right?” Rainbow’s rant left Scootaloo speechless for a minute before she sat back on her haunches dumbfounded for the second time in the past ten minutes.

“Wow… this feels like, cursed or… forbidden knowledge. Wait, what did you mean... ‘pure blood’?” Scootaloo asked, apprehension clear in her voice.

“Oh, well like, for most ponies if they have incest babies, they usually come out with some birth defects for like, five or so generations, depending on some science stuff…” Rainbow trailed off, trying to find her point again. “Oh! Yeah, so get this, if you get past those first half dozen generations or so, you breed out all the birth defects, so you can make as many incest babies as you want!” Rainbow proclaimed, visibly excited at this prospect.

“How do you know all this?!?” Scootaloo demanded, her mind not knowing how much more blowing it could take.

“Oh, Twi told me after she looked into the apple family tree. Pinkie only saw the connection to her family, but Twilight actually looked closer. Turns out the Apple family tree looks just like a Cat’s Cradle. It’s pretty cool actually.” Rainbow Dash noticed Scootaloo still sitting, jaw on the floor.

That’s when she got a brilliant Idea. Rainbow landed in front of Scootaloo, still in shock. She wrapped the orange filly in her right wing before using her left one to tilt her head up slightly. Before Scootaloo could react, Rainbow had her lops against hers. When Rainbow probed her tongue inside Scootaloo’s gaping maw, her tongue reacted on instinct, and their mouth wrestling match began.

After a second, Scootaloo’s eyes closed, after two seconds, she started actively enjoying the Prench kiss. After ten seconds, Rainbow pulled away, leaving Scootaloo wanting more before she opened her eyes again. “Wow,” they both breathed out simultaneously.

“Okay, so let me just get this straight…” Scootaloo trailed off getting her thoughts in order. “The apples have been having incest babies for a minimum of six generations, a third of the town is also practicing incest, and you’re some kind of incest expert, and you wanna be my filly friend, did I miss anything?”

“Hmm, well I actually saw that family tree and it’s more like twenty generations, but other than that, yup. Everything checks out. So… we good?” Rainbow asked, a bit eager to get past all this.

“Yeah, I think we’re good… but can we talk more later? I still have some questions but they can wait,” Scootaloo said, also eager to get out of the castle to start their date.

“Awesome!” With that, Rainbow scooped up her new filly friend in her hooves and flew out of the castle, heading for a nearby cloud to settle on. Setting Scootaloo down, the young mare gave rainbow a Questioning look.

“Why did you take me to a cloud? I mean, I’m not complaining, but I kinda figured we’d get brunch or something fancy like that?” Scootaloo asked, wondering what the cyan pegasus was up to.

“Oh yeah, we can get some food soon, I just wanted to show you my plan first,” said Dash, pointing down to Ponyville. “Even if you didn’t ask me out, I was gonna suggest we start off the day at the hay burger joint before we go on a trot around town, nothing too straining, but also get our blood pumping a bit.” Scootaloo nodded along, showing she was paying attention.

“Then I thought I could fly you around a bit, maybe show off my skills at cloud sculpting, and end the day with an extended tour of my cloud house,” Rainbow’s voice took on a slight breathy tone at that last bit.

“That sounds like the perfect date ever!” Scootaloo shouted, antsy to get started.

“Well then, hop on, we got some hay burgers with our names on them!” Rainbow answered before Scootaloo hopped on her back, holding her hooves around her neck.

Rainbow and Scootaloo had slightly better table manners than the princess of friendship. Mostly because they tended to inhale their food instead of wasting bits getting everywhere. All in all, the two pegasi were having a great start to the day, until they were interrupted by a shrill, but familiar voice.

“Scootaloo!” Sweetie Belle squeaked as she galloped up to her query. “I was looking all over for you! Spike said you weren’t at the castle but you also weren’t at your aunt’s place, but Apple Bloom said she saw you here so I came running!” Sweetie managed to blurt all that out before collapsing from exhaustion.

“Uh, hey Sweetie Belle, why were you looking for me? Some kind of crusader emergency?” Scootaloo suggested, totally confused about her friend’s behavior.

“What?” Sweetie shrieked “You said we could spend the day together!” she demanded, stomping a hoof.

“When did I say that?” Scootaloo looked completely lost tilting her head almost ninety degrees.

“Last week, don’t you remember? Me and Apple Bloom came by to see you, you were reading in the library, ring any bells?” Sweetie questioned, sounding more frantic every second.

“Oh yeah I remember now! Sorry Sweetie, but I kinda have a date today, so I can’t really spend the day stag with you like you wanted,” Scootaloo apologized, scratching the back of her head.

“What?!? I didn’t want to go stag with you! I was asking you out on a date!” Sweetie yelled, indignation radiating from her being. “Who do you even have a date with? Is Rainbow chaperoning? That’s kinda lame,” she spat, just trying to get under her former crush’s fur.

“Uh…” Scootaloo’s eyes glazed over before her date came into the rescue.

“Actually Sweetie, I’m her date. Also, I get that you’re upset, but that’s no reason to try to hurt Scoots like that,” Rainbow defended her little sister.

“Oh come on! You too?!? Is everypony in this town a sister bucker?!?” Sweetie’s voice managed to crack some nearby glass. “Ya know what? Buck this horse-apples!” With that, Sweetie galloped off towards the Carousel Boutique.

Scootaloo slumped down to her haunches at the sight of one of her closest friends running off in anger. “What just happened?” Scootaloo asked nopony in particular. She couldn’t fathom Sweetie Belle having feelings for her. They were just friends, were they gonna be okay? Scootaloo’s thoughts were interrupted by cyan lips on her cheek.

“Huh?” was all Scootaloo could manage as she was once again shocked out of her rumination.

“Hehe, I guess it really is that easy to snap you out of it,” Rainbow chuckled at the orange filly’s flustered behavior. “Hey Scoots, listen. It’ll be okay, Sweetie Belle might be angry for a bit, but you guys are way too close for something like this to end your friendship,” Rainbow reassured her sister.

“I guess you’re right, thanks Rainbow,” Scootaloo replied, managing a small smile.

“Come on Scootaloo, we still have a whole day of fun together. This is still our first date,” Rainbow said, mollifying her filly friend with a gentle nuzzle and a wing hug. Scootaloo, having been properly cheered up got back on her hooves and continued to walk along side Rainbow Dash.

Sweetie Belle barged into her sister’s shop, ignoring said sister’s shocked face and mild scolding. Instead Sweetie opted to run up stairs to her room where she promptly burrowed into her blankets and pillows. Once properly secured in satisfactory seclusion, Sweetie sobbed and screamed her lungs out, not noticing her sister making her way over to her sanctuary.

“Sweetie, darling, whatever is the matter?” Rarity asked as gently as possible. She had an idea of what happened, but making assumptions about somepony’s love life was uncouth, especially one’s own sister.

Sweetie either didn’t hear or didn’t care. Rarity simply sat by her sister’s bed and listened. After a moment of thought, Rarity cast a sound dampening spell on the room to protect her sister’s privacy. Although she had closed the shop before coming up stairs, her friends had a bad habit of bursting in regardless. Taking an extra precaution, she locked the bedroom door before returning her undivided attention to the pony she care most for.

It took about an hour of back rubs and soft cooing on Rarity's part, but Sweetie Belle finally calmed down enough to talk. “I-it’s n-not fair Rarity!” Sweetie finally managed to shout out from under her pillows. “Why do both of my friend’s have to be sibling buckers?”

Rarity was taken aback by the vulgarity, but not the revelation. She knew about the apple clan, and how Rainbow had developed feelings for her adopted sister, but I suppose this means Scootaloo returned those feelings. “There there Sweetie, it’ll be okay,” Rarity soothed for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

“I gave her my heart, and she just turned around,” Sweetie complained.

“The secrets that you shared, the moments that you shared,” Rarity nodded along.

“We went streaking in the park, skinny dipping after dark!” Sweetie confessed. “I know she always wanted her own sister, then one showed up in her life.”

“You gave her your heart and she just turned around,” Rarity continued to soothe her sister.

“I had so many romantic pony dreams, now they’ll never come to be!” Sweetie squeaked.

“Take it from me, I know you’ll come around,” Rarity encouraged her.

“Though apparently the law doesn’t forbid it… they may be kismet,” Sweetie admitted.

“Plus, since they’re not related, it’ll be okay,” Rarity finished, stroking her sister’s head.

“Wait, but they’re both mares, what are you talking about rarity?” Sweetie asked, totally forgetting about her tantrum just a moment ago. She decided to sit up to look her sister in the eyes.

“Well, there’s spells for that these day you know. So even if they decided to have kids, they won’t get any of the early generation issues with birth defects,” Rarity explained.

“Wait, what do you mean early generation birth defects?” Sweetie asked, apprehensively.

“Oh, nothing. Just something Twilight told me once, you’d have to ask her about it,” Rarity deflected, not wanting to burden her little sister with cursed forbidden knowledge.

“So… what should I do?” Sweetie finally asked after an uncomfortable silence. “You know, about Scootaloo…”

Rarity thought long and hard about how to answer that. “Well, if it were me, I wouldn’t want something like this to ruin a friendship. I couldn’t imagine loosing any of my friends , even if they were to reject my advances or vice versa. Give it time Sweetie. I know it’s hard, but I’ll be there with you every step of the way,” she reassured her sister.

“Rarity? Can you… hold me?” Sweetie Belle asked, blushing at her own words and refusing to make eye contact.

Rarity smiled. “Of course Sweetie, move over a bit and I’ll join you in your pillow nest.” Sweetie Belle did as she was told, while Rarity gently made her way behind her sister and wrapped her front and rear hooves around the white filly. “Is this okay?” Rarity whispered in Sweetie’s ear, her warm breath tickling her fur.

“Y-yeah, that’s g-great,” Sweetie stammered. Rarity noticed, and devised a plan to help her sister get over her crush. Deciding to take action, Rarity gently nibbled her sister’s ear. “R-Rarity? What are you doing?”

“Hmm? Whatever do you mean darling?” Rarity played dumb, while speaking in a low breathy tone. She started taking things up a notch, gently caressing her sister’s cutie mark with her curly indigo tail. Under her expert ministrations, Sweetie Belle couldn’t help but let out a muffled moan.

“Rarity,” Sweetie gasped, “don’t play dumb…. Hmm!” Rarity had just barely grazed Sweetie’s dock with one of her hind legs. This caused rarity to pause, but she still held her sister in a gentle yet firm embrace.

“Would you like me to stop?” Rarity breathed, barely audible, yet her words were clear as day to her intended target. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

Sweetie remained silent. Rarity continued groping her sister. Her hooves slowly, gradually, but steadily increased their boldness. Soon she was grazing her sister’s lower lips with her rear hoof while her front hooves sensually caressed Sweetie Belle’s barrel. All the while she kept up her nibbling on her ears , seeking out the perfect spot to rank her sister’s motor.

To Rarity’s astonishment, her sister seemed to have the exact same erogenous zone on her ears as she did. “Mmm! Rarity… please,” Sweetie gasped out.

“Please what Sweetie?” Rarity responded, having fun teasing her sister.

“Please… sis… keep going, hmm!” Sweetie managed to get out before Rarity finally obliged. As she licked Sweetie’s horn, she trailed one of her front hooves down her body, until it reached a now sopping wet marehood. Applying slight pressure, Rarity managed to coax out several more moans from her sister. “Buck me!” Sweetie finally yelled. Rarity was only happy to comply.

positioning both of them on the bed, Rarity laid Sweetie on her back while she stood on top facing her tail. After licking her lips in a most unladylike fashion, Rarity finally dug into the honey pot of her sister’s virgin pussy. “Buck! Rarity, yes! Yes!” Sweetie screamed at the top of her lungs. Rarity was elated to hear her sister get into it. Her happiness doubled when she felt a tongue on her own wet marehood.

“Ooh! Yes Sweetie! Just like that!” Rarity was impressed by how well her sister was doing. While her technique was sloppy, she made up for it in enthusiasm. In retaliation, Rarity took it up a notch, shoving her tongue into her sister’s mare hole as deep into as it could go. She could feel the vaginal walls squeezing her tongue as if it was a cock.

Pulling out, Rarity noticed her sister’s winking clit. As soon as it winked out again, she clamped her muzzle down on it causing Sweetie Belle to cry out in pleasure as she came. Rarity might not have joined her, but that was okay. This was about cheering up her sister. She was just happy Sweetie wasn’t a squinter. Less mess to clean up.

Turning around, Rarity settled back into spooning her sister as she panted heavily, still in the afterglow of orgasm. Just then, she had another idea that could either make things better, or much worse. Taking a gamble, Rarity went for broke. She used a front hoof to gently guide Sweetie’s head to face her own. Slowly, deliberately, Rarity brought their muzzles together in a tender kiss. Not a chaste kiss of sisters, but a kiss of a lover.

After a few tense seconds, she broke away, looking into her sister’s eyes. “I love you Sweetie Belle. Weather as a sister, a lover, or both. I’ll always be here for you.”

Sweetie closed her eyes before answering. “I love you too Rarity… I guess this means I’m a sister bucker now too huh?” Sweetie asked, a hint of spite in her tone. “I should apologize to Scootaloo, I said some things I really wish I hadn’t,” Sweetie confessed as she cringed at her past behavior.

“Shush now, there will be time for all that later. For now, just try to relax and enjoy this moment. I’m sure she’ll forgive you, you’re practically family at this point,” Rarity pointed out.

“Heh, do you think that might actually help my chances with her?” Sweetie joked. Rarity giggled and snorted. Soon they were both busting up laughing. Together, they fell asleep in each other’s embrace. After they woke up from their nap they spent the rest of the day together.

Sweetie helped Rarity on some new projects their recent activities inspired, and Rarity gave her sister some pointers on oral sex. This lead to a practical demonstration which lead to Rarity claiming her missed orgasm from earlier. As one pair of sisters made the best of the day, another sister pair was finishing up their first date.