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After what had to be the leakiest flight of her life, the heated mare arrives, and the two continue their mating ritual.\n\nWhat begins as simple rubbing rapidly devolves into far lewder things as the confined space of RD's home traps and concentrates the pheromone-rich scent of the mare's heated, dripping folds. Damp lingerie gives way to sultry bondage as the two mares push each other to greater extremes. Fluids run in excess as the ponies probe and lick in ways and places they only ever dreamed. Toys are broken out and before the end of the night private places are left stuffed and stretched beyond their wildest imaginings. Screams of pleasure and cries of pain meld as the night rolls into day.\n\nBy morning the mares are left dehydrated and dripping, with each other's tastes still fresh in their mouths. But, above all, they're left satisfied, as the prior day's activities seem to have quenched Scootaloo's heat and exhausted RD's interest in sex. The remainder of the day is spent cleaning up, and occasionally laughing, at their prior activities. Before long, the two part ways, promising to meet up again whenever either goes into heat.\n\n===So That Was the Short Version. Here is Most of the Longer Version (Warning: Incomplete)===\n\nEver since yesterday, Scootaloo had worried she had had a problem. It had all started when she woke up between sweat-ridden bedsheets with both hooves grinding away at her heated little snatch. The slick sounds of mare-ish clopping rung sweetly in her ears as they mirrored the rapidly fading memories of her lewd dreams. The screams and whinnies of sinfully delightful licks played across her mind as she imagined a hot, saliva-coated tongue running across her little virgin marehood. In her mind, she could see the rainbow-mane of a very particular pegasus mare steadily bobbing and rocking as her mouth slid across her puffy lower lips. Her tongue trailed in and out of the leaky slit before running up and around the little bud at the top, and coaxing it out for just a brief moment of simulation. Scootaloo nearly jumped as her (real) body mimicked her fantasy and sent her sensitive glistening little clit slipping out to grind into the smooth, slickened underside of her hoof. Her eyes rolled back as she felt every little scratch and bump on the bottom of her hoof slide across the engorged organ. For a moment it drowned out everything else, even the warm feeling coming from her slit below, and her mind went completely blank.\n\nThen the little bud slipped back, and retreated partially into her leaky folds. She let out a breath she hadn't even realized she had been holding as her hoofs gently ran over her wet entrance. She let them move idly across her protruding folds, making the lightest little schlicking sounds, for a short while as she tried to catch her panting breath. Then softly, she let her hoof tip trace up-and-down her slit, always stopping just short of shiny little button at the top. The teasing steadily drew more wetness out of her, until everything down to base of her tail was covered in hot glistening mare-juice. She groaned out between the short pants as her hoof danced dangerously close to her poor over-teased clit, nearly sending her over the edge. But she held back, forcing her marehood to greater heights of lewd carnal pleasure. She wanted to get as close to the edge as she could without crossing it, like she let herself on lonely nights after long days, when she had nothing but sating the the deep itch of her mare-bits on her mind. Her eyes squeezed tight as a cloud of hot breath escaped her mouth. Then her hoof slipped.\n\nAnd the tip of her slick hoof slid right past the hot protruding side of her pussy and flicked right across the little tip of her clit. In a moment, her mind exploded in sensation. A bright tidal wave of pleasure rushed out from the tiny bud and swept across the whole of her tensing form. Her back arched and her eyes squeezed shut as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Below, her little bud had extended fully out, grinding partially against her hoof, sending further shock waves across her body. Then her orgasm hit, and she felt herself squirt a healthy dose of mare-juice out from under her clit. It splashed against the underside of her hoof, and splattered against her already over-stimulated clit, sending further pleasure coursing through her body. The seconds seemed to stretch out for hours as she rode out the aftershocks until her arched back gave out and she collapsed in a tangled, sweaty heap.\n\nShe laid there for a while, allowing her panting slow to long deep breaths, as her arms languidly ran their sweat-matted fur across the cool bedsheets around her. Her tail flicked, as she felt the last echoes of of pleasure die away. But where a satisfied after glow should've taken hold, a little itch remained. It melted off a strange warmth deep inside her and trickled down her little virgin passage before melding with the warm juices that were beginning to dry on her mare-ish lips. She groaned as she felt the warmth gently pulse and throb within her. Without her realizing, her hoofs moved to lightly massage the spot below her belly where her empty womb resided. The gentle rubbing quelled her body's urges just a little, but still left the need unquenched.\n\nWith a little sigh, the scooter pony resigned herself to her fate and let her hoofs slide down back between her legs. \"It's going to be a long morning,\" she mused as her hoofs glazed over her now sticky folds.\n\n===Many Hours Later===\n\nWith half-lidded eyes the orange pony looked over the sky-blue ceiling of her bedroom and contented herself to bask in the hot, blush-inducing effects of her most recent orgasm's after glow. She twisted and snuggled against the now moist sheets she had been resting in since she had woken up as she mentally walked through her morning's activities. One climax after another rolled through her mind as she idly kept count, \" ... 4 hm ... 5 ... he he 6 ... 7 ... ... 8? ... 9!\"\n\nA confused expression slid across her features. \"But that's more than...\" She trailed off, recalling the hot summer day she had spent helping Rainbow Dash work out. The vivid images of her mentor's sleek body wrapped in a tight and clingy flight suit while performing exercises that exposed every part of her delicious body had left the poor fan-filly more than a little uncomfortably aroused. Luckily, the wet-spots that resulted were easily enough explained away as a result of her own exertion... or at least that was what the mare had assumed since her idol hadn't mentioned anything about it and had given the purple-maned mare a pretty good view of her own wet marks as she flew away.\n\nAnd the instant RD was out of sight, Scootaloo had raced home faster than she thought possible and spent the remainder of the day rubbing her poor little mare bits through 6 rainbow-themed orgasms. By the end she couldn't have gotten off if she had wanted to, and the following morning her slit had been so puffy and red that she'd sworn off clopping for a week to recover.\n\nBut now, she had just put herself through (at least) 9 spectacular orgasms, and still felt like just a couple more wouldn't be too hard to get through. Her eyes went from her dripping hooves, to her clit as it poked out obscenely from between her glistening, open folds. \"Still wet?\" She whimpered, \"Still horny?\" She groaned. \"Well no...\" She thought, recalling how her body had felt when she woke up. Slowly it dawned on her that that warmth coming from her womb and the itch that leaked off of it weren't decreasing. No, they were getting worse.\n\nAlarm bells went off in the mare's head as she dragged her orgasm-drained body over to the edge of her soaked bed, through the air thick with with the pheromones from sweat and female cum. Her eyes stared at the little clock resting calmly on her night stand. It was 2:34 PM. It was the after noon. She'd spent nearly 7 hours pleasuring herself, and the aching itch coming from between her hind legs still hadn't gone away.\n\nSomething was wrong. Something was very wrong. Her mind began racing through her options.\n\nShe could go to Ponyville General, and make an appointment. Though the thought of describing this issue to the stallions on staff there would probably make her die of embarrassment. Maybe she could talk to one of the nurses... One of the cute mares in their tight nursing uniforms that left so much flank bare. Maybe they'd tell her to bend over one of the exam tables, and show her dripping mar- Scootaloo forced her mind to stop as she realized one of her hoofs had begun grinding against her juicy folds, and her concern had melted to a sultry fantasy. It took a concerted effort to tear her hoofs away from her needy slit and begin reaccessing her options again.\n\nSo the hospital was out. There was no way she would explain this to a stallion, or try talking with one of the nurse mares. Either would end in disaster. So who'd that leave?\n\nWell there was Twilight and her library. The cure for this was probably somewhere in those oaken shelves, and, by extension, the book-pony mare that ran the place. And it wasn't like they weren't at least good acquaintances. After all, Twilight had mentored her on more than a few projects in the past, and even offered the occasional bit of advice. Though most of that advice normally came in the form of lectures that could easily stretch on for hours. Scootaloo visibly grimaced as she imagined the pony with the star on her flank responding to her feminine issues by quoting (verbatim) an entire research paper on the subject, complete with citations and footnotes. All the while the orange mare would be left sitting in an ever growing puddle of aching need, trying desperately to keep her hoofs from her drippy bits. Then Spike, Twilight's male baby-dragon assistant, would interrupt for some trivial matter and Scootaloo would learn the true value of being able to fit through most of the library's open windows as she fled. So, no. Twilight lived in a public library with a male dragon. Too many things could go wrong.\n\nThat left her best friends, the other two members of the CMC. And though she was sure she could've told them anything, she remembered immediately that neither of them would be available this weekend. Sweetie Bell was travelling to Manehattan to help her sister, and Apple Bloom's whole family was off to Apploosa to help with some family crisis. Neither of them would be back before the following week. And by then she sure hoped she had figured this out.\n\n\"That leaves,\" The scooter pony thought before gulping and continuing, \"... Rainbow Dash.\" That possibility both thrilled and terrified the poor fan-filly. As her number one fan, Scootaloo was willing to do just about anything her idol, Rainbow Dash, asked of her. Usually this meant picking up groceries for her or helping her with her new tricks or maybe just hanging out with her when neither of them had anything better to do. So they were close, or at least close enough to consider each other adoptive sisters. Scootaloo should've been able to tell her anything... But, could she tell her this? After all RD was more than a friend her, she was her hero. And beyond that, she was also the target of many secret, late-night fantasies the scooter pony liberally used to her own delight. Confronting the cerulean mare in her current state, with those thoughts lurking in the back of her mind, could easily end in disaster. And not the sort of disaster made of awkward moments between friends like with her imaginings of Twilight and Spike, but the sort of disaster that would ended friendships. The thought sent a chill through the poor mare. Memories of her friendless, hero-less past dredged themselves up from the bowels of her mind. Even with Applebloom and Sweetie Belle, she wasn't sure she'd know what to do with her self without her hero. It would've been a dark time in Ponyville.\n\nThat thought, like a wet blanket, thinned her motivation to the point where she couldn't summon the will to move a muscle. Even the heated burning need between her legs couldn't get her to lift a hoof as she stared blankly at the framed poster for the Wonder Bolts. At some point, she briefly felt an itch in her wings, but it didn't last.\n\n===Later That Day===\n\nEventually the melancholy had given way to the constant throbbing urge in her belly, and the mare had rubbed her slickened snatch until her wrists were sore. Then she had decided to get up and give herself a brutally cold shower. It partially worked, the stinging chill washed away not only the mess in her fur but also the ache in her belly for a short while. Raising her tail at the shower head and spreading her lips had also helped to quell the heat that was rushing out of her, by numbing her sweet virgin passage and washing away much of slick drippy contents. Though that had only staved off the warmth for a few hours, which were spent mostly eating and rehydrating.\n\nAfter that the mare found her self laying on her couch, legs spread lewdly, rubbing her already inflamed marehood for all its worth. The rubbing seemed to stretch on for hours, and by the end her couch was absolutely drenched in dried mare fluids. When she finally got up on shaky, mare-cum soaked legs it was near midnight, and she knew she needed to clear her head. One wintry shower later, she had swapped out her sheets and was off sleep with the hope tomorrow would be better.\n\nIt wasn't. If anything it was far worse. Through out the night her dreams were plagued with ever increasing levels of licentiousness. Mares were left splayed and dripping. Ropes and saddles held naughty toys in place beneath lacy lingerie. Tongues left slick shiny trails through fur, as hooves traced over intimate places. Everywhere there was the sound of whines and whinnies of pleasure as hot breath and thick pheromones mixed and mingled in the air. Nothing was safe as Scootaloo found the lines between her dreams and reality beginning to blur. Squeals of delight slid into her dreams from her own mouth as her hoofs worked tirelessly to simulate everything from the base of her tail to the bottom of her belly. Her eyes flicked open and closed as the sounds of her own heavy breathing melded with the feel of a silky tongue running over her puffy pink folds.\n\nIt was a hellish ecstasy that didn't end until the morning when she awoke to tired hoofs and blood shot eyes. Her first breath told her that her room absolutely reeked of mare. There was no escaping the thick, heavy air filled with the pheromones of carnal juices and mare-ish sweat. The pony dragged herself over her wet sheets, struggling to use her weak legs and tired limbs to get her self to the shower. She needed to clear her mind. She could barely think straight as a thick hazy fog of sexual thoughts clouded her every mental move. It made even the simple task of getting to the shower seem monumental.\n\nBut even the shower wasn't enough. For, even though it cleared the fluids from her fur and her naughtier places, and quelled the burning heat in her belly, it left the haze in her mind almost completely untouched. And in that state, it didn't take long for her to give in to the diluted urge to seek out some pony for help. Inhibitions be dammed, the mare was going to find Rainbow Dash.\n\nThrough the mental fog Scootaloo battled, as she zipped down the streets of Ponyville, trying her best to not moan as the wind buffeted against her sensitive slickened slit. Keenly aware of just how soft and silky her tail could feel against such a sensitive orifice, she choose to leave her tail up and away from her dripping marehood. The resulting lewd display and trail of thick mare-ish scent elicited quite a few gasps from passing mares and more than a few partial erections from some unfortunate stallions. Though Scootaloo didn't notice this. Her mind was barely able to keep track of the one thing that mattered: that beautiful little grove of trees that Rainbow Dash usually hang out in on days like this. It was cool and private and had just the right amount of shade. The minute it came into view, it was all she could see. Her eyes scanned it constantly, looking for a hint of that special shade of blue, or a streak of her rainbow-mane. And even though she couldn't find a hint of her idol anywhere she held out hope that she would be there; her addled mind simply couldn't handle any other possibility.\n\nUnfortunately, when she got there, there was only the rustling of leaves and the cool breeze to meet her. 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Now all she could see were the pains of moments past, and they sang to her a dark lullaby that slowly dragged her to a mercifully-empty sleep.\n\n===Later That Day===\n\nWhen Scootaloo awoke, the sun was on the horizon, letting loose an beautiful explosion of bright colors that seemed to wash across the sky. The sight gave her a strange sense of contentment that seemed to hold back the otherwise brutal cold that had enveloped her just before falling asleep. She closed her eyes for a moment and let the warming rays run across her dusty, wind-swept coat as she wiggled her head a little further into the warm furry mass it was propped up on. When she opened her eyes again, she found the gentle smile of her mentor, Rainbow Dash, looking down at her. And for a long moment her jaw hung open, unable to accept what was happening.\n\n\"Hey kid,\" Rainbow Dash said in an soft tone.\n\n\"Hey,\" Scootaloo tried to say, but the word came out as barely a whisper. \n\n\"You ok?\"\n\n\"I-\" The scooter pony said, barely getting the word out.\n\n\"I-\" She repeated with a choking bitterness in her throat.\n\n\"I-\" She tried as her eyes began watering up.\n\nThen something broke, and Scootaloo found herself buried in her idol's midsection, crying about everything she could think of. Her past and present troubles all seemed to wash together in rising tide of tears. Fears and worries and doubts all swirled together as everything that was wrong came pouring out. Nothing was too secret, no sadness too dark. And through it all she could feel the encouraging touch of Rainbow hoof as it stroked through her mane, and the warm words as she tried to reassure her that everything would be all right. As the minutes ticked by, the deep pit of sad memories slowly thinned, until only a tiny few remained. By then the tears had slowed, and the words had stopped. Nothng needed to be said as the sadness dried up and eventually gave way to a mild peace.\n\nLaying there, with her arms wrapped around Rainbow Dash and her head against the soft fur of her belly, while her friend's hoof gently traced through her mane, Scootaloo wished the moment would never end. If the world had stopped stopped, she would never have cared to move.\n\nShe sighed and opened her mouth to thank the pony she was snuggling against, only to be interrupted by the deep rumbling from RD's stomach. She looked up with a bemused sense of confusion at her sheepishly-smiling mentor.\n\n\"I was kind of on my way to dinner when I saw you here...\" Rainbow Dash trailed off.\n\nScootaloo smiled for the first time in days and rubbed her cheek into the spot where the grumble had emanated from. \"Thanks RD,\" She finally said.\n\n\"Any time Scootaloo.\"\n\nThough small in size, that phrase radiated through the younger mare's mind like the setting sun behind her. Then, like a spark, it ignited a small bit of courage deep inside her. \"I should be able to talk to her about anything, right?\" A little voice called out in her head, \"Even this.\" Scootaloo clenched her teeth hard, then opened her mouth. \"Here goes,\" she thought tensely.\n\n\"RD?\"\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"I... Uhm. You- no. I've ... uhm. Have you ever- aah ... uhm ... well ... has your ... uh- no.\" By now she was blushing, and very unsure of what to say... Why were words so hard some times? And what did she really want to ask?\n\nRainbow put her hoof on her friend's mouth, silencing her.\n\n\"Heh heh, slow down Scoots. I'm not going anywhere if you aren't.\"\n\nThe younger pony paused for a moment to collect herself.\n\n\"Rainbow, would you ever consider ... being with a mare?\"\n\nThe elder one blinked, and sat frozen for a moment. Then a mischievous smirk slid across her muzzle and she replied, \"I don't know, she'd have to be pretty awesome.\"\n\nOrange mare flinched a little.\n\n\"She'd also need to be tough like me.\"\n\nAnother flinch.\n\n\"And reallllllly cute...\"\n\nThe younger one averted her eyes.\n\n\"Come to think of it, I think I know a mare like that.\"\n\nA light whimper came from the orange mare's muzzle, as she tried to shrink away.\n\n\"She's this pegasus that I've known since she was a filly.\"\n\nA particular butter-yellow pegasus briefly flicked across the scooter pony's mind as she closed her eyes.\n\n\"She rides a scooter around everywhere.\"\n\nScootaloo's eyes shot open.\n\n\"And she keeps her flank toned in all the right places.\"\n\nThe poor mare could feel her cheeks heat up, and her lower bits slicken.\n\n\"And I'd totally buck her right now if she'd let me...\"\n\nThere was a pregnant pause as the two mare stared at each other.\n\nThen the younger one blushed some more, averted her eyes, and stammered out, \"B-but Rainbow... I ... I think there's something wr-wrong with me...\"\n\nThe cyan pegasus raised an eyebrow, \"Oh?\"\n\n\"Yeah. I- uhm... well,\" the orange one mumbled out before sighing. \"I'll just show you,\" She whispered so lightly she it could barely be heard. A fleeting sadness passed over her as she left the warm embrace of her idol's bosom and stood up. With a few short steps she turned so her curvy rump was aiming at her mentor, lowered her front, and flagged her tail. The rainbow-maned mare's eyes widened as she got a up-close view of everything her favorite fan-filly hid underneath her tail. With deliberate slowness, her eyes travelled from the base of her purple tail down over the little untouched ponut, and across the leaky, pink folds of her wet mare-hood to settle on the tiny bump that just barely peaked out from the bottom of her slit. The cyan mare's jaw slowly slakened as she watched a little bead of pony juice leak out and over the shiny surface of the inflamed snatch before her. It trail down the inside of her haunches along side several other streaks of drying mare-ish lubricant. The gawking mare tried to take a short breath but was hit with a burst of the orange mare's thick pheromone-rich scent, and felt her own mare bits wet in anticipation.\n\nFrom over her shoulder, the scooter mare watched in mute fear as her idol's expression unfolded. She held herself in silent anticipation as she watched her mentor's mouth slowly lull open, with an expression of shock painted across her features. \"Something is wrong with me,\" the young mare concluded before sighing. That was when she caught a whiff of something strange and tangy. It vaguely reminded her of Rainbow Dash, but had richer, muskier undertones. The same sort of undertones that she recalled from her room that morning, which meant... Scootaloo's mind about stopped and her eyes slowly slid down over her hero's sleek body to the mare-ish slit between her legs. A tiny drop of viscous clear fluid had left a gleaming trail right down the middle of her mare-ish folds. The purple-maned mare could feel her mouth begin to water. But she fought the urge to and reminded herself what she was trying to show RD.\n\n\"Uh, Rainbow?\"\n\nFor a moment the mare didn't respond. Then, without looking away from the mare's delicious secrets, she replied, \"Yeah?\"\n\n\"You see,\" She gulped before continuing, \"When I woke up yesterday I had this strange itch in- in- there.\" She gestured toward her rump. \"And- And no matter how many time I tried to make it go away,\" The mare felt herself blush, \"I.. I couldn't. It just kept getting worse. And- And by last night I could barely even sleep. I just stayed up all night and... and...\"\n\n\"Clopped?\" The older mare offered, now levelling a quizzical expression at her friend.\n\n\"Ye- yeah,\" she stuttered, feeling her cheeks burn. \"B-but even after t-that, I still ... It still wouldn't go away.\"\n\n\"You don't say,\" The cyan mare mumbled with a sultry look in her eye.\n\n\"P-please RD, how do I make it st-stop?\"\n\nHer rainbow-maned friend merely smiled deviously. Then, in one quick move, she jumped forward, picked the younger mare off the ground, and rolled the two so their undersides faced the sky. She gave the other mare a moment to orient herself before whispering huskily in her ear, \"Oh I can think of a few ways,\" as her cyan hoof trailed down the orange mare's belly.\n\n===And That's as Far as I Got Sick of Writing!===\n\nI hope you enjoyed all ~4,800 words of it!\n\n---\n\nMLP © Hasbro. I claim no ownership of Rainbow Dash or Scootaloo which is their IP.\nAny derivative work is released under the Creative Commons Attribution license.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "After spending a day trying to handle her first heat on her own, Scootaloo's clop-addled mind eventually convinces her to seek out her long-time idol, Rainbow Dash. And after one of the most embarrassing rides through Ponyville yet, the adult scooter mare arrives at her mentor's usual hangout, only to find it distressingly empty. As depression looms, RD springs her trap and quickly has her favorite fan-filly right where she wants her: a hot squirming mess of moans, sweat, and mare juice.

As orgasm approaches, the younger mare lets it slip that this is her first time, which both flatters and perturbs the cyan pegasus. After all, a mare's first time should be something a little more than a sloppy rut in an open field. With this in mind, RD delays the scooter mare's impending orgasm, but continues to tease her mercilessly with lewd poses and fleeting touches as the two fly to her cloud home. After what had to be the leakiest flight of her life, the heated mare arrives, and the two continue their mating ritual.

What begins as simple rubbing rapidly devolves into far lewder things as the confined space of RD's home traps and concentrates the pheromone-rich scent of the mare's heated, dripping folds. Damp lingerie gives way to sultry bondage as the two mares push each other to greater extremes. Fluids run in excess as the ponies probe and lick in ways and places they only ever dreamed. Toys are broken out and before the end of the night private places are left stuffed and stretched beyond their wildest imaginings. Screams of pleasure and cries of pain meld as the night rolls into day.

By morning the mares are left dehydrated and dripping, with each other's tastes still fresh in their mouths. But, above all, they're left satisfied, as the prior day's activities seem to have quenched Scootaloo's heat and exhausted RD's interest in sex. The remainder of the day is spent cleaning up, and occasionally laughing, at their prior activities. Before long, the two part ways, promising to meet up again whenever either goes into heat.

===So That Was the Short Version. Here is Most of the Longer Version (Warning: Incomplete)===

Ever since yesterday, Scootaloo had worried she had had a problem. It had all started when she woke up between sweat-ridden bedsheets with both hooves grinding away at her heated little snatch. The slick sounds of mare-ish clopping rung sweetly in her ears as they mirrored the rapidly fading memories of her lewd dreams. The screams and whinnies of sinfully delightful licks played across her mind as she imagined a hot, saliva-coated tongue running across her little virgin marehood. In her mind, she could see the rainbow-mane of a very particular pegasus mare steadily bobbing and rocking as her mouth slid across her puffy lower lips. Her tongue trailed in and out of the leaky slit before running up and around the little bud at the top, and coaxing it out for just a brief moment of simulation. Scootaloo nearly jumped as her (real) body mimicked her fantasy and sent her sensitive glistening little clit slipping out to grind into the smooth, slickened underside of her hoof. Her eyes rolled back as she felt every little scratch and bump on the bottom of her hoof slide across the engorged organ. For a moment it drowned out everything else, even the warm feeling coming from her slit below, and her mind went completely blank.

Then the little bud slipped back, and retreated partially into her leaky folds. She let out a breath she hadn't even realized she had been holding as her hoofs gently ran over her wet entrance. She let them move idly across her protruding folds, making the lightest little schlicking sounds, for a short while as she tried to catch her panting breath. Then softly, she let her hoof tip trace up-and-down her slit, always stopping just short of shiny little button at the top. The teasing steadily drew more wetness out of her, until everything down to base of her tail was covered in hot glistening mare-juice. She groaned out between the short pants as her hoof danced dangerously close to her poor over-teased clit, nearly sending her over the edge. But she held back, forcing her marehood to greater heights of lewd carnal pleasure. She wanted to get as close to the edge as she could without crossing it, like she let herself on lonely nights after long days, when she had nothing but sating the the deep itch of her mare-bits on her mind. Her eyes squeezed tight as a cloud of hot breath escaped her mouth. Then her hoof slipped.

And the tip of her slick hoof slid right past the hot protruding side of her pussy and flicked right across the little tip of her clit. In a moment, her mind exploded in sensation. A bright tidal wave of pleasure rushed out from the tiny bud and swept across the whole of her tensing form. Her back arched and her eyes squeezed shut as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Below, her little bud had extended fully out, grinding partially against her hoof, sending further shock waves across her body. Then her orgasm hit, and she felt herself squirt a healthy dose of mare-juice out from under her clit. It splashed against the underside of her hoof, and splattered against her already over-stimulated clit, sending further pleasure coursing through her body. The seconds seemed to stretch out for hours as she rode out the aftershocks until her arched back gave out and she collapsed in a tangled, sweaty heap.

She laid there for a while, allowing her panting slow to long deep breaths, as her arms languidly ran their sweat-matted fur across the cool bedsheets around her. Her tail flicked, as she felt the last echoes of of pleasure die away. But where a satisfied after glow should've taken hold, a little itch remained. It melted off a strange warmth deep inside her and trickled down her little virgin passage before melding with the warm juices that were beginning to dry on her mare-ish lips. She groaned as she felt the warmth gently pulse and throb within her. Without her realizing, her hoofs moved to lightly massage the spot below her belly where her empty womb resided. The gentle rubbing quelled her body's urges just a little, but still left the need unquenched.

With a little sigh, the scooter pony resigned herself to her fate and let her hoofs slide down back between her legs. "It's going to be a long morning," she mused as her hoofs glazed over her now sticky folds.

===Many Hours Later===

With half-lidded eyes the orange pony looked over the sky-blue ceiling of her bedroom and contented herself to bask in the hot, blush-inducing effects of her most recent orgasm's after glow. She twisted and snuggled against the now moist sheets she had been resting in since she had woken up as she mentally walked through her morning's activities. One climax after another rolled through her mind as she idly kept count, " ... 4 hm ... 5 ... he he 6 ... 7 ... ... 8? ... 9!"

A confused expression slid across her features. "But that's more than..." She trailed off, recalling the hot summer day she had spent helping Rainbow Dash work out. The vivid images of her mentor's sleek body wrapped in a tight and clingy flight suit while performing exercises that exposed every part of her delicious body had left the poor fan-filly more than a little uncomfortably aroused. Luckily, the wet-spots that resulted were easily enough explained away as a result of her own exertion... or at least that was what the mare had assumed since her idol hadn't mentioned anything about it and had given the purple-maned mare a pretty good view of her own wet marks as she flew away.

And the instant RD was out of sight, Scootaloo had raced home faster than she thought possible and spent the remainder of the day rubbing her poor little mare bits through 6 rainbow-themed orgasms. By the end she couldn't have gotten off if she had wanted to, and the following morning her slit had been so puffy and red that she'd sworn off clopping for a week to recover.

But now, she had just put herself through (at least) 9 spectacular orgasms, and still felt like just a couple more wouldn't be too hard to get through. Her eyes went from her dripping hooves, to her clit as it poked out obscenely from between her glistening, open folds. "Still wet?" She whimpered, "Still horny?" She groaned. "Well no..." She thought, recalling how her body had felt when she woke up. Slowly it dawned on her that that warmth coming from her womb and the itch that leaked off of it weren't decreasing. No, they were getting worse.

Alarm bells went off in the mare's head as she dragged her orgasm-drained body over to the edge of her soaked bed, through the air thick with with the pheromones from sweat and female cum. Her eyes stared at the little clock resting calmly on her night stand. It was 2:34 PM. It was the after noon. She'd spent nearly 7 hours pleasuring herself, and the aching itch coming from between her hind legs still hadn't gone away.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Her mind began racing through her options.

She could go to Ponyville General, and make an appointment. Though the thought of describing this issue to the stallions on staff there would probably make her die of embarrassment. Maybe she could talk to one of the nurses... One of the cute mares in their tight nursing uniforms that left so much flank bare. Maybe they'd tell her to bend over one of the exam tables, and show her dripping mar- Scootaloo forced her mind to stop as she realized one of her hoofs had begun grinding against her juicy folds, and her concern had melted to a sultry fantasy. It took a concerted effort to tear her hoofs away from her needy slit and begin reaccessing her options again.

So the hospital was out. There was no way she would explain this to a stallion, or try talking with one of the nurse mares. Either would end in disaster. So who'd that leave?

Well there was Twilight and her library. The cure for this was probably somewhere in those oaken shelves, and, by extension, the book-pony mare that ran the place. And it wasn't like they weren't at least good acquaintances. After all, Twilight had mentored her on more than a few projects in the past, and even offered the occasional bit of advice. Though most of that advice normally came in the form of lectures that could easily stretch on for hours. Scootaloo visibly grimaced as she imagined the pony with the star on her flank responding to her feminine issues by quoting (verbatim) an entire research paper on the subject, complete with citations and footnotes. All the while the orange mare would be left sitting in an ever growing puddle of aching need, trying desperately to keep her hoofs from her drippy bits. Then Spike, Twilight's male baby-dragon assistant, would interrupt for some trivial matter and Scootaloo would learn the true value of being able to fit through most of the library's open windows as she fled. So, no. Twilight lived in a public library with a male dragon. Too many things could go wrong.

That left her best friends, the other two members of the CMC. And though she was sure she could've told them anything, she remembered immediately that neither of them would be available this weekend. Sweetie Bell was travelling to Manehattan to help her sister, and Apple Bloom's whole family was off to Apploosa to help with some family crisis. Neither of them would be back before the following week. And by then she sure hoped she had figured this out.

"That leaves," The scooter pony thought before gulping and continuing, "... Rainbow Dash." That possibility both thrilled and terrified the poor fan-filly. As her number one fan, Scootaloo was willing to do just about anything her idol, Rainbow Dash, asked of her. Usually this meant picking up groceries for her or helping her with her new tricks or maybe just hanging out with her when neither of them had anything better to do. So they were close, or at least close enough to consider each other adoptive sisters. Scootaloo should've been able to tell her anything... But, could she tell her this? After all RD was more than a friend her, she was her hero. And beyond that, she was also the target of many secret, late-night fantasies the scooter pony liberally used to her own delight. Confronting the cerulean mare in her current state, with those thoughts lurking in the back of her mind, could easily end in disaster. And not the sort of disaster made of awkward moments between friends like with her imaginings of Twilight and Spike, but the sort of disaster that would ended friendships. The thought sent a chill through the poor mare. Memories of her friendless, hero-less past dredged themselves up from the bowels of her mind. Even with Applebloom and Sweetie Belle, she wasn't sure she'd know what to do with her self without her hero. It would've been a dark time in Ponyville.

That thought, like a wet blanket, thinned her motivation to the point where she couldn't summon the will to move a muscle. Even the heated burning need between her legs couldn't get her to lift a hoof as she stared blankly at the framed poster for the Wonder Bolts. At some point, she briefly felt an itch in her wings, but it didn't last.

===Later That Day===

Eventually the melancholy had given way to the constant throbbing urge in her belly, and the mare had rubbed her slickened snatch until her wrists were sore. Then she had decided to get up and give herself a brutally cold shower. It partially worked, the stinging chill washed away not only the mess in her fur but also the ache in her belly for a short while. Raising her tail at the shower head and spreading her lips had also helped to quell the heat that was rushing out of her, by numbing her sweet virgin passage and washing away much of slick drippy contents. Though that had only staved off the warmth for a few hours, which were spent mostly eating and rehydrating.

After that the mare found her self laying on her couch, legs spread lewdly, rubbing her already inflamed marehood for all its worth. The rubbing seemed to stretch on for hours, and by the end her couch was absolutely drenched in dried mare fluids. When she finally got up on shaky, mare-cum soaked legs it was near midnight, and she knew she needed to clear her head. One wintry shower later, she had swapped out her sheets and was off sleep with the hope tomorrow would be better.

It wasn't. If anything it was far worse. Through out the night her dreams were plagued with ever increasing levels of licentiousness. Mares were left splayed and dripping. Ropes and saddles held naughty toys in place beneath lacy lingerie. Tongues left slick shiny trails through fur, as hooves traced over intimate places. Everywhere there was the sound of whines and whinnies of pleasure as hot breath and thick pheromones mixed and mingled in the air. Nothing was safe as Scootaloo found the lines between her dreams and reality beginning to blur. Squeals of delight slid into her dreams from her own mouth as her hoofs worked tirelessly to simulate everything from the base of her tail to the bottom of her belly. Her eyes flicked open and closed as the sounds of her own heavy breathing melded with the feel of a silky tongue running over her puffy pink folds.

It was a hellish ecstasy that didn't end until the morning when she awoke to tired hoofs and blood shot eyes. Her first breath told her that her room absolutely reeked of mare. There was no escaping the thick, heavy air filled with the pheromones of carnal juices and mare-ish sweat. The pony dragged herself over her wet sheets, struggling to use her weak legs and tired limbs to get her self to the shower. She needed to clear her mind. She could barely think straight as a thick hazy fog of sexual thoughts clouded her every mental move. It made even the simple task of getting to the shower seem monumental.

But even the shower wasn't enough. For, even though it cleared the fluids from her fur and her naughtier places, and quelled the burning heat in her belly, it left the haze in her mind almost completely untouched. And in that state, it didn't take long for her to give in to the diluted urge to seek out some pony for help. Inhibitions be dammed, the mare was going to find Rainbow Dash.

Through the mental fog Scootaloo battled, as she zipped down the streets of Ponyville, trying her best to not moan as the wind buffeted against her sensitive slickened slit. Keenly aware of just how soft and silky her tail could feel against such a sensitive orifice, she choose to leave her tail up and away from her dripping marehood. The resulting lewd display and trail of thick mare-ish scent elicited quite a few gasps from passing mares and more than a few partial erections from some unfortunate stallions. Though Scootaloo didn't notice this. Her mind was barely able to keep track of the one thing that mattered: that beautiful little grove of trees that Rainbow Dash usually hang out in on days like this. It was cool and private and had just the right amount of shade. The minute it came into view, it was all she could see. Her eyes scanned it constantly, looking for a hint of that special shade of blue, or a streak of her rainbow-mane. And even though she couldn't find a hint of her idol anywhere she held out hope that she would be there; her addled mind simply couldn't handle any other possibility.

Unfortunately, when she got there, there was only the rustling of leaves and the cool breeze to meet her. She searched high and low; calling out her mentors name in a tone that steadily grew meeker as it became more and more apparent that Rainbow Dash wasn't there. Her actions rapidly shrunk until she was left standing in the middle of the thicket of trees with the barest whisper on her lips. She could feel herself beginning too tear up as memories of her lonely past began to claw at her mind. From somewhere deep inside her, a vast feeling of loss swept over her and made everything seem just a little darker. Without a hope or a clear intention, the scooter pony slowly moved next to the base of a tree, curled up, and let tears run down her cheeks. It was all too much. Maybe with Rainbow dash she could've braved whatever this was, but alone. Alone, she was small and fragile. Alone, she'd never been able to do anything.

The bitterness of it all colored her thoughts and all but washed away any interest in the warmth that had driven her here. Now all she could see were the pains of moments past, and they sang to her a dark lullaby that slowly dragged her to a mercifully-empty sleep.

===Later That Day===

When Scootaloo awoke, the sun was on the horizon, letting loose an beautiful explosion of bright colors that seemed to wash across the sky. The sight gave her a strange sense of contentment that seemed to hold back the otherwise brutal cold that had enveloped her just before falling asleep. She closed her eyes for a moment and let the warming rays run across her dusty, wind-swept coat as she wiggled her head a little further into the warm furry mass it was propped up on. When she opened her eyes again, she found the gentle smile of her mentor, Rainbow Dash, looking down at her. And for a long moment her jaw hung open, unable to accept what was happening.

"Hey kid," Rainbow Dash said in an soft tone.

"Hey," Scootaloo tried to say, but the word came out as barely a whisper.

"You ok?"

"I-" The scooter pony said, barely getting the word out.

"I-" She repeated with a choking bitterness in her throat.

"I-" She tried as her eyes began watering up.

Then something broke, and Scootaloo found herself buried in her idol's midsection, crying about everything she could think of. Her past and present troubles all seemed to wash together in rising tide of tears. Fears and worries and doubts all swirled together as everything that was wrong came pouring out. Nothing was too secret, no sadness too dark. And through it all she could feel the encouraging touch of Rainbow hoof as it stroked through her mane, and the warm words as she tried to reassure her that everything would be all right. As the minutes ticked by, the deep pit of sad memories slowly thinned, until only a tiny few remained. By then the tears had slowed, and the words had stopped. Nothng needed to be said as the sadness dried up and eventually gave way to a mild peace.

Laying there, with her arms wrapped around Rainbow Dash and her head against the soft fur of her belly, while her friend's hoof gently traced through her mane, Scootaloo wished the moment would never end. If the world had stopped stopped, she would never have cared to move.

She sighed and opened her mouth to thank the pony she was snuggling against, only to be interrupted by the deep rumbling from RD's stomach. She looked up with a bemused sense of confusion at her sheepishly-smiling mentor.

"I was kind of on my way to dinner when I saw you here..." Rainbow Dash trailed off.

Scootaloo smiled for the first time in days and rubbed her cheek into the spot where the grumble had emanated from. "Thanks RD," She finally said.

"Any time Scootaloo."

Though small in size, that phrase radiated through the younger mare's mind like the setting sun behind her. Then, like a spark, it ignited a small bit of courage deep inside her. "I should be able to talk to her about anything, right?" A little voice called out in her head, "Even this." Scootaloo clenched her teeth hard, then opened her mouth. "Here goes," she thought tensely.

"RD?"

"Yeah?"

"I... Uhm. You- no. I've ... uhm. Have you ever- aah ... uhm ... well ... has your ... uh- no." By now she was blushing, and very unsure of what to say... Why were words so hard some times? And what did she really want to ask?

Rainbow put her hoof on her friend's mouth, silencing her.

"Heh heh, slow down Scoots. I'm not going anywhere if you aren't."

The younger pony paused for a moment to collect herself.

"Rainbow, would you ever consider ... being with a mare?"

The elder one blinked, and sat frozen for a moment. Then a mischievous smirk slid across her muzzle and she replied, "I don't know, she'd have to be pretty awesome."

Orange mare flinched a little.

"She'd also need to be tough like me."

Another flinch.

"And reallllllly cute..."

The younger one averted her eyes.

"Come to think of it, I think I know a mare like that."

A light whimper came from the orange mare's muzzle, as she tried to shrink away.

"She's this pegasus that I've known since she was a filly."

A particular butter-yellow pegasus briefly flicked across the scooter pony's mind as she closed her eyes.

"She rides a scooter around everywhere."

Scootaloo's eyes shot open.

"And she keeps her flank toned in all the right places."

The poor mare could feel her cheeks heat up, and her lower bits slicken.

"And I'd totally buck her right now if she'd let me..."

There was a pregnant pause as the two mare stared at each other.

Then the younger one blushed some more, averted her eyes, and stammered out, "B-but Rainbow... I ... I think there's something wr-wrong with me..."

The cyan pegasus raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"

"Yeah. I- uhm... well," the orange one mumbled out before sighing. "I'll just show you," She whispered so lightly she it could barely be heard. A fleeting sadness passed over her as she left the warm embrace of her idol's bosom and stood up. With a few short steps she turned so her curvy rump was aiming at her mentor, lowered her front, and flagged her tail. The rainbow-maned mare's eyes widened as she got a up-close view of everything her favorite fan-filly hid underneath her tail. With deliberate slowness, her eyes travelled from the base of her purple tail down over the little untouched ponut, and across the leaky, pink folds of her wet mare-hood to settle on the tiny bump that just barely peaked out from the bottom of her slit. The cyan mare's jaw slowly slakened as she watched a little bead of pony juice leak out and over the shiny surface of the inflamed snatch before her. It trail down the inside of her haunches along side several other streaks of drying mare-ish lubricant. The gawking mare tried to take a short breath but was hit with a burst of the orange mare's thick pheromone-rich scent, and felt her own mare bits wet in anticipation.

From over her shoulder, the scooter mare watched in mute fear as her idol's expression unfolded. She held herself in silent anticipation as she watched her mentor's mouth slowly lull open, with an expression of shock painted across her features. "Something is wrong with me," the young mare concluded before sighing. That was when she caught a whiff of something strange and tangy. It vaguely reminded her of Rainbow Dash, but had richer, muskier undertones. The same sort of undertones that she recalled from her room that morning, which meant... Scootaloo's mind about stopped and her eyes slowly slid down over her hero's sleek body to the mare-ish slit between her legs. A tiny drop of viscous clear fluid had left a gleaming trail right down the middle of her mare-ish folds. The purple-maned mare could feel her mouth begin to water. But she fought the urge to and reminded herself what she was trying to show RD.

"Uh, Rainbow?"

For a moment the mare didn't respond. Then, without looking away from the mare's delicious secrets, she replied, "Yeah?"

"You see," She gulped before continuing, "When I woke up yesterday I had this strange itch in- in- there." She gestured toward her rump. "And- And no matter how many time I tried to make it go away," The mare felt herself blush, "I.. I couldn't. It just kept getting worse. And- And by last night I could barely even sleep. I just stayed up all night and... and..."

"Clopped?" The older mare offered, now levelling a quizzical expression at her friend.

"Ye- yeah," she stuttered, feeling her cheeks burn. "B-but even after t-that, I still ... It still wouldn't go away."

"You don't say," The cyan mare mumbled with a sultry look in her eye.

"P-please RD, how do I make it st-stop?"

Her rainbow-maned friend merely smiled deviously. Then, in one quick move, she jumped forward, picked the younger mare off the ground, and rolled the two so their undersides faced the sky. She gave the other mare a moment to orient herself before whispering huskily in her ear, "Oh I can think of a few ways," as her cyan hoof trailed down the orange mare's belly.

===And That's as Far as I Got Sick of Writing!===

I hope you enjoyed all ~4,800 words of it!

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