# Scootaloo in Perspective

Scootaloo couldn’t believe how lucky she was. Scootaloo couldn’t believe that Apple Bloom was a colt. She couldn’t believe that there was a real colt right there in front of her, with his penis out, and and he was rubbing it so intensely. After this drop dead gorgeous colt had just waltzed into class, screamed, and waltzed right back out of class, Apple Bloom had been absent that day. Scootaloo had a hint of an idea what happened though, and she didn’t tell a soul because, if it was true, then one wrong move could spoil everything.

It had almost killed Scootaloo the hour of class they had before first break. She couldn’t get that colt’s visage out of her head, or her groin for that matter. And–if the impossible was true, then that colt wasn’t just available. He was her best friend! Soon as it came she blasted out of the schoolyard and went out on the prowl for a certain colt with very distinctive, if not uncommon colors. Buzzing around like this was great. The breeze helped cool her thighs, and the exercise of her wings helped drive down the fog of lust she was constantly swimming in. Scootaloo had been trying to find some scheme to get Moon tea, but now she had what could possibly be something even better.

If she could figure out how to do it that is.

Morning Glory had told Scootaloo often of how she didn’t have a hard time with estrus because she slept with stallions, but Scootaloo hadn’t really paid it much mind until she was gone. Now she wished she’d asked a million more questions about it. Scootaloo wasn’t a filly of many questions though. She prefered action over intention any day. And her intent was to act however she could and if this magical fantasy were true then she and her best friend could figure it out all on their own.

If she could find her that is. Or maybe it was him. Scootaloo wasn’t sure which way it should go in this situation.

Scootaloo figured Apple Bloom would head for the clubhouse eventually, but she didn’t want to scare him off or anything. Apple Bloom would probably think she hated him, or that she was afraid of him, or anything besides what she wanted him to think. So she avoided the clubhouse and just trolled the perimiter of town looking for any suspicious characters sneaking around. It was just her luck that as soon as her search began, the suspicious character would be running full tilt in the opposite direction of Fluttershy’s cottage, and not even notice Scootaloo as he made a beeline for the Cutie Mark Crusader Clubhouse.

Scootaloo couldn’t even think with the estrus filling her thoughts, and her loins aching with desire just at a hint of a sight of him. Any doubts she had about approaching him suddenly seemed silly and unimportant compared to getting her estrus taken care of. Any apprehensions she might have had were totally absent, as the only thing she could clearly consider was how to make it happen.

She waited a bit for him to settle down, then approached the clubhouse stealthily. She could be stealthy when she wanted, honest! He was far too busy, it would prove, for it to matter much if she was stealthy at all. She peeked around the tree, but he wasn’t looking out the window, so she snuck to another tree and peeked around, no colt in the window. She finally made it to the bottom of the treehouse, hiding in the shadow of the ladder peering over its edge to see whether he was at the door or not.

She knew he wasn’t when she heard a low moan come from within. He was– he was in there, and he was doing what a filly would do. Masturbating furiously! Her hoofsteps were absolutely silent as she tip toed up the ramp, peeking into the door. She saw him. Saw her. She saw Apple Bloom, if Apple Bloom had been a colt. A strong swarthy musky colt. Stealth was forgotten as Scootaloo moved to get a better look, because she couldn’t believe what Apple Bloom– and this must be Apple Bloom, was doing.

Apple Bloom was hunched there against the wall, and there was a... Scootaloo saw a penis. Her heart skipped a beat. Time seemed to stop as it hit her like a truck that there was what she had only heard about or seen pictures before, a penis. Something colts kept hidden and secret, something Apple Bloom had seen but never Scootaloo. Something that was making Scootaloo’s nethers quiver with the urge to dissolve into dripping pleasure.

“Nmf my, Scootaloo was raht,” Apple Bloom moaned quietly, stroking the tip of her penis with the pad of her hoof, getting the frog all gooey and slimy with, well it couldn’t be girl juice, but she was using some sort of lubricant that was making her dick glisten and shine.

Yeah, her, definitely her, at least until Apple Bloom said differently.

Apple Bloom was stroking that glorious mottled yellow and pink dick with her hooves, more and more intently. It was like she was masturbating. She probably was masturbating. Was this how colts masturbated? Scootaloo fought back a whimper as she imagined Rumble caught in an orgasm like Scootaloo. What would happen to him? What was going to happen to Apple Bloom?

It was something Scootaloo could see with her very own eyes, just by standing here quietly making no noise preparing to flee at the slightest sign of a raging puma, and oh fuzz bunnies Apple Bloom saw her.

Apple Bloom yelped out something in this cute deep voice of hers. Oh Celestia, it actually thumped when it hit the floor. Scootaloo was going to be all over that dick. It took every ounce of her willpower to drive her heat away and ignore her urges enough to even recognize that that dick was attached to her best friend, and not just floating out there in dick space.

Apple Bloom finally calmed down though, and recognized that Scootaloo wasn’t there to get her in trouble or to make fun of her. She was glad when Scootaloo figured out who she really was. Scootaloo tried to tell her about Cheerilee and how the day went and be all cool and suave about it, but it was pretty obvious she had estrus in a bad way. Scootaloo always tried to hide her weaknesses, but with this it was just way too much. She felt like she was going to die if she didn’t do something about her quivering loins. It would take a miracle to distract Scootaloo from that sort of misery.

One story about Apple Bloom’s hilarious misunderstanding with Discord and Scootaloo was well and truly distracted. She hadn’t laughed like this in forever. But it was so hilarious! And you could just make so many penis jokes with it.

Unfortunately as Apple Bloom tried to explain her reasoning, she kept talking about estrus, and describing how much it hurt, and Scootaloo was getting bad again before you knew it. Her heart dropped out when Apple Bloom said she wasn’t going to stay a filly, because that meant Scootaloo would have this horrible estrus all summer and she’d never make it alive.

Scootaloo should never have joked about Apple Bloom’s erection. As funny as penis jokes were, it really put Scootaloo on the spot. You just don’t ask someone if they think you’re pretty. They might actually answer you. She knew she was ugly. Just a scrawny twig of a pegasus with messed up wings and hair she had to cut short because it was just too impossible to get by when it was long and easy to get caught on things, and for other ponies to grab. It was obvious really. Scootaloo was so messed up that not even Scootaloo would hit that! Nothing wrong with being ugly, of course. You just had to be sometimes to get by. She just wished that maybe instead of lying or tearing her down somepony would just once say that

Oh dear Celestia Apple Bloom just said she was gorgeous.

How do you respond to that? She had to be lying. She had to be just trying to get something from Scootaloo. But Scootaloo didn’t have anything she would want! And this was Apple Bloom! She would tell you if your favorite pet died while under her care without hesitation. It wasn’t that she was honest. It’s just she was so direct, that she never even came close to saying someone was something they’re not.

Until now that is. The warm friendly chocolate words echoed in Scootaloo’s mind. “You’re just gorgeous right now.” It couldn’t be true though. She didn’t need anyone patronizing her. It– it couldn’t be true!

So, Scootaloo did the best thing her estrus addled brain could do in the situation. Dick joke. Unfortunately her brain was also addled with estrus, so her dick joke ended up being just an up front straight out proposal to Apple Bloom. Scootaloo meant it to be humorous, but she didn’t want it to be humorous. She wanted to see Apple Bloom’s dick again. She wanted Apple Bloom to want her to see it.

Oh dear Celestia Apple Bloom wanted her to see it.

Scootaloo had to be dreaming. She really, really wanted to see it. But what was really crazy was that Apple Bloom wanted her to see it. No bitterness or hoarding or biting or fighting. This was Apple Bloom, the greatest filly–colt in the world, no offense Sweetie Belle, and everything he did was just so gosh darned perfect. She followed him like a puppy dog. Anything he said was the unvarnished truth. And what he said was so unbelievable.

He just looked at Scootaloo, and that’s all it took. Somehow he could see such beauty in her miserable groin soaked quivering frightened form that it made his penis come out. Just like it did for the beautiful fillies. Maybe... maybe Apple Bloom had bad taste or something?

Whatever it was, she got to see that penis. Not just distantly from the doorway but right out in front of her. It lay limp like a discarded doll at first. Her eyes traced over every inch of it. There was a ring around the center, just like Apple Bloom described. And the ridged bulbous tip, Scootaloo never could imagine how it could be both flat and round at the same time. And now she could. Now she could forever. It freaking dribbled with a clear fluid, just responding to her look, like it actually wanted her!

He–she–Apple Bloom didn’t understand. She had to show her. She reared up and planted her hooves, showing her quivering, vulnerable, needy groin. Letting him see it, so he could know just how much she needed him. Apple Bloom was a filly yesterday. She’d understand. He’d understand how this feels.

Then Apple Bloom said that they were doing it. Scootaloo hadn’t even been trying to do it. She didn’t even know what it was. Was she really doing what mares and stallions did together? Was she being Apple Bloom’s special somepony? Was she going to have the hunger in her ...satisfied?

Celestia, she was so close to touching it. And not even with her hoof, but with the very source of her need itself. How did she get in such a perfect position? She couldn’t hold back. It was like her estrus was pulling her groin downwards like a magnet. She didn’t want to mess this up. Should she do this? Is this what a mare and stallion did together? And now Apple Bloom was stroking her teats. How could Scootaloo have teats? They felt too good for her to have! Oh Celestia she was dripping on that cock. Scootaloo just couldn’t bear it.

Suddenly Apple Bloom was hugging her. She hated hugs! They were so stupid and fake. And now they were somehow like an oasis in the desert. She wanted to touch him so bad all of a sudden, not just with her labia. She wanted to hug him. Really really hug him. Not fake hug, but hold him tight like her life depended on it. And–and ohhh her tingling labia spread wide as her cleft was pressed against the velvety surface of that turgid penis. Apple Bloom was making Scootaloo do it. Scootaloo never decided to do it herself. It wasn’t her fault, and she wanted it so much, and she had. It pressed against her!

She tried to tell Apple Bloom what this meant to her. It didn’t really come out right though.

She really needed to orgasm.

There was no tether pole that could compare to the luxurious feeling of Apple Bloom’s penis against her labia. Scootaloo had to rub herself on it like a dog she was so horny. It had just a bit of give to it, yet it was so stiff, and the heat of its tender flesh was glorious. She lost herself rubbing it, her orgasm rushing up on her faster than she could think. She was having a hard time though because her strokes kept running off the edge of the dick. She furrowed her brow in consternation. Apple Bloom kept shifting so that Scootaloo had to slip off the edge and wedge that tip in her before slipping past it. She was so close to orgasm, if she could just rub it more, faster, harder, on every inch of her tormented vulva.

She didn’t even comprehend what happened when it went inside her. Scootaloo had never given her vagina much thought when she masturbated. She certainly hadn’t been told about putting anything inside it. So when Apple Bloom’s penis wedged up there it was with a delicious straining ache that her unpracticed channel spread around him, expanding in ways that her body had never had a chance to expand before. All she knew was it was painful, but it was wonderful, like she had been living in a wheelchair her entire life and finally had an opportunity to stretch her tense weak legs. What was stretching down there, and why was Apple Bloom’s penis staying pointed at her groin even when she moved?

Scootaloo looked between them and saw it. Somehow Apple Bloom’s... penis had gotten wedged inside her. It was a penis spreading her apart! She could feel his penis inside her cleft, no, deeper than that!

Then Apple Bloom had the gall to apologize.

Anger, something like anger welled up in her chest. She wanted this. She needed this. Couldn’t he see that? She couldn’t hold back even a little bit, driving herself down that shaft. She had to take him in! She had to stretch! She had to–! It wasn’t just stretching, it was a glorious slimy sliding sensation, that made her flesh tingle with desire. The deeper she shoved him, the stronger a compulsion she felt to ignore the pain and shove him deeper. More!

She might have screamed when she could take him no deeper. Her clit desperately tried to wink despite the tension wrapped around his dick, then the sudden solidity of his pelvis mashed up against it, and that ball sack wrinkled right up against her stretched labia. It was several tons more than Scootaloo could take. She just fell straight into orgasm, and had to crouch there, braced against him for dear life while her vagina convulsed rhythmically. She had never known how wonderful those contractions were, but now that they surrounded a penis they were achingly glorious and fruitful. It was like a big rubber ball for her hooves to squeeze around, that she used sometimes when she was all alone and needed a hug, except that she couldn’t stop squeezing, it wasn’t her hooves, and every delightful contraction broadcast the texture and depth of his shaft straight to her imagination, along with a shocking wave of pleasure.

Scootaloo had seen that penis. There was no way it was just a few inches inside her. That was how far the vagina went, right? Did his penis burst past the vagina, and all the way into her abdomen? Why were her vaginal contractions travelling all the way down it deep inside her then? He must have... he must have stretched her vagina. It used to just a few inches inside her, before this incredible event that changed her life, and now her vagina was as big as a boy’s penis, big enough to wrap around him entirely and still crush his groin against hers.

They couldn’t even move apart anymore. It was so amazing, like Scootaloo was tied to him. She had been sliding so blithely along every inch of his groin before, but with that turgid shaft pinning her in place she could only shift slightly. It was proof that she had a penis inside her. It was proof that she had a vagina inside her that could take that penis. You couldn’t see anything on the outside of her homely ugly orange colored belly, but she couldn’t leave him because there was something happening in there, and it was beautiful.

She rested in the afterglow of her orgasm, but alas it didn’t last nearly long enough. It was just like before. She was going to have to orgasm and orgasm and orgasm until she passed out. Scootaloo wanted to cry from the feelings of frustration that were welling up in her. She had a boy. She had a stallion to take care of her. She shouldn’t be feeling this! What more could she want, besides this amazing feat her vagina was capable of?

And why was she so freaking thirsty?

Scootaloo’s mind was totally blown when she pulled off of Apple Bloom. Instead of just sliding on part of her vagina, it was sliding on all of her vagina at once, and little by little the deepest parts became emptier and unslidden. A sudden compulsion welled up in her and she slammed her hips down again, burying that shaft inside so fast that she almost didn’t feel it. She wanted him deep inside her, but she wanted that sliding feeling more.

Her heart was broken when she had to pull off of him, so soon after discovering what she could do with his penis. It was alright though. She felt giddy and excited at the echoes within her hips, secure in the fact that soon very soon she could have it. It was rather remarkable how much easier it was to just be okay with feeling normal, when you knew you were going to feel wonderful in the near future. The water was kind of needed too, since Scootaloo was so drippy down there, but she really didn’t mind anymore because it made that sliding motion so much better. She drank a lot of water just to make sure she could be as drippy and drooly down there as her heart desired.

And holy Celestia’s rising, it was so bucking hot making Apple Bloom become erect again. Apple Bloom guided Scootaloo through it, showing when his body responded well, and when she was doing something wrong. And it worked. It was just Scootaloo doing it, her touches, and her... her beauty that brought Apple Bloom’s penis out, and made it as thick and stiff as it had ever been.

She was so eager she climbed right on him and just jammed her crotch against that shaft. It felt amazing in its own way to smash her labia against it, as compared to when it went inside. That spongy tip was just so exquisite to press against her swollen flesh. Scootaloo was so empty inside though; she needed him in there, so when she found her own entrance with his shaft, it didn’t take any motivation for her to shove him as deep and thick inside her as possible.

The stretching didn’t hurt anymore. Of course it didn’t since she was already limber by now! Vagina limber? Whatever. There was nothing spilling from her groin now other than gloriously satisfied pleasure. She was so freaking happy about what was happening inside her, that she almost messed up teasing Apple Bloom for not being mare enough. Of course Scootaloo thought he was a filly it was a joke! ...She thought she was a filly, she meant.

...admittedly Scootaloo was having a very, very hard time thinking of Apple Bloom as anything but a he right now. An amazing, hot, loving he who was inside her this very moment. He was thrusting against her even as she rolled her hips on top of him. She loved it so much! When the other pony moved, and you could never expect what pressure what angle and what depth it would push on you in there. It was thrilling to have another pony doing something in you that you weren’t doing yourself.

Scootaloo couldn’t even talk right anymore. She was just focused on driving herself to orgasm again. She didn’t care that she’d have to keep doing it. She just wanted it so bad. Wanted to orgasm all around him, with that penis in there to give her vaginal spasms substance and meaning. Her inner flesh slipped and smeared along his shaft as she forced that familiar tingle in her to turn into a fiery blaze. She used him; used his penis to do incredible things to herself. When the orgasm hit her it was even stronger than the one before it. She sank down on his shaft right away, and she couldn’t even start squeezing at first it was so excruciating. It was like being trapped in that very first squeeze, hovering on that moment right when the pleasure is as much as it can possibly be, and staying there.

She may have screamed when her groin exploded into motion. All she knew is she had to have that dick in her. Had to squeeze on it and twitch against him and try to hold on to some anchor of reality. She felt like she was flying right out of her body, no more pegasus or Scootaloo, just a penis, a vagina and the pleasure. Then, something she could never have even hoped for, Apple Bloom gave her that anchor.

He began thrusting into her while she was orgasming! Her pleasure feedback was interrupted again and again with each thrust, but the thrusts were amazing too! She cried in ecstasy and gladness every time he pulled her mind back into herself with that amazing penis of his. She did scream at last, coming to her senses surrounded by a hot musky lemon yellow stallion who had pushed her down on her back, and was just pistoning into her like a well oiled machine.

“O-oh buck, Apple Bloom...” she said gratefully. He made sure to reminded her of what a doof she was being, just lying there and letting him do all the work. If this was what it felt like when he thrust into Scootaloo, what would Apple Bloom feel when Scootaloo thrust onto him? Something amazing, Scootaloo hoped, because Apple Bloom deserved that for what he was doing to her. She thought that’s all he could do for her, helping her through these sweet orgasms, helping keep her sane in her estrus addled state, but then, then.

Scootaloo couldn’t even cry out as Apple Bloom’s penis expanded again. As big as it had been, when it was as deep inside her as it could go, it shoved outwards in all directions, stretching her even further, until a desperate squeak escaped her breathless throat. If Apple Bloom even heard that he didn’t give Scootaloo a bad time over it. He felt so good, better than he had before. Better than anything had before. There were places deep inside Scootaloo that ached to be touched, and even his full shaft hadn’t reached them. Scootaloo didn’t even know she had those places, until that expanding dong pushed up against them and formed a tight seal. Suddenly she was being touched in ways incomprehensible to a filly who before today thought her vagina was just a little thing auxiliary or vestigal to the sexual experience.

Scootaloo was starting to feel the hints of another orgasm building in her, but it was a ways off yet. As pleasurable as the feel of Apple Bloom’s cock expanding in her was, it wasn’t rushing her towards orgasm for some reason. It was a totally different pleasure, one of a satisfied woodspony who came in with 40 cords of wood on his back. It was like an achievement. Apple Bloom did that in her. It was like a hug, but inside out. Scootaloo needed something to hug in there, and his penis expanded perfectly to be that thing.

But then he stopped thrusting! She bucked against him needily, but he pinned her hips down and forced her to stop moving. It was like all of his strength was going into pushing his swollen shaft as deep in there as possible. Scootaloo looked up at Apple Bloom worriedly, and her senses started to tease at her oddly when his penis started jerking within her in a strangely familiar rhythm. What was Apple Bloom doing?

“Ahm... orgasmin’” Apple Bloom said to her with a wobbling voice. Scootaloo’s heart sung with sympathetic joy as she realized this jerking within her must be the boy equivalent to a convulsing vagina. Whatever he was doing, he was feeling an orgasm! And and her vagina had made him feel it! Her eyes drifted half lidded as she said, “Ohhh, A—”. She was going to say “Oh, Apple Bloom!” and hadn’t thought of words beyond that, but she never got past the A.

Scootaloo just sucked in a sudden, surprised and exulted breath because a hot thick spurt of fluid just splattered inside her. Then another puddle joined it, and another, and another. His dick, his his dribbling dick wasn’t just jerking it was pumping into her. It was pooling inside her, and everywhere it splattered and smeared felt like a soothing balm on a nasty burn.

She thought that his dick had grown so big that it reached every inch of her flesh in there, but this stuff it flowed into all the little crevices and corners. Every inch of her flesh was begging for it now, and he kept giving it to her! Each burst of warm seed that flooded into her made a cry of relief escape from her throat, filling her and filling her and filling her. With his thick fat penis in there there was just no room. She wanted it all in her for every bit of burning need that it would wash away, but she couldn’t hold it! And even as Apple Bloom pinned her to the ground and earnestly pumped it into her, it rushed up the sides of his shaft inside her, coating those walls too, and

And then their mutual connection was burbling and spurting with a thick wonderful white goo. It had come out of his penis! It still was! Scootaloo watched it flooding over her labia and trickling down her belly in hot rivulets, still gasping out relieved cries as it did something to her. Everywhere it touched made her tingle and soothed even the deepest ache in her flesh.

Scootaloo realized dimly that even when it stopped pumping out of him his dick was still jerking in there weakly. He was working so hard to give her every last drop. Her, not a good girl or a pretty girl or a real girl, but just the filly nopony treated like a filly, just Scootaloo. Why did he care about her so much? Why was he being so wonderful to her?

She really started to question her own judgement of character then, when he just pulled out of her and declared that he’d just put it in her on accident, and that what came out of his penis belonged anywhere other than deep inside Scootaloo’s vagina. It was just unthinkable to even consider. Sure the stuff was slimy and gross, but so was her vagina. Perfect place to put it! It wasn’t a mess. She wasn’t going to clean it out. She was going to keep what he did in her forever and ever. Or at least... she would if it would stop dribbling out of her like this.

Somehow she managed to explain to him in terms that he could understand what it felt like for her. This wasn’t a testament to Scootaloo’s intelligence though, because as Apple Bloom knew what a filly felt like it should have been easy to explain. But somehow Scootaloo hadn’t even made the connection between the relief of the burning ache, and her own estrus plummetting out of existence like a rock. As he explained the brilliance of that substance he’d put in her, Scootaloo looked back towards her own vagina with a new sense of appreciation. That stuff didn’t just belong in her. It was the secret to saving her life from estrus!

“Ya look pretty good there, Scootaloo!” Apple Bloom said. She was holding up the mirror angling it so Scootaloo could inspect herself under her tail. “You’re a lot less swollen!”

“Shouldn’t I be more stretched out?” Scootaloo said, tilted her rear this way and that. Her pert labia were just sitting there in a nice snug package with what was left of Apple Bloom’s secret safely inside.

“Try spreadin’” Apple Bloom suggested, and Scootaloo put her hoof down and spread her labia, the glistening pink flesh within looking uninflamed and healthy. “Nope, looks like you closed up all the way,” Apple Bloom said with a critical eye, “There was a hole here but it’s gone now.”

“I wasn’t trying to uh, close my... thing,” Scootaloo said hesitantly, “B-but maybe that’s why your stuff kept coming out.”

“I hope we don’t have to put it back in,” Apple Bloom said somewhat guiltily. They hadn’t even thought about that, just letting it splatter and smear everywhere while they took stock of themselves. “You got any left?”

“Oh yeah,” Scootaloo said confidently, “I can still feel a bunch in there. I bet every inch of me is just drenched in it!”

“Well, try not to leak out anymore, okay?” Apple Bloom said, standing with the mirror in mouth, and leaning it back against the wall.

“Y-yeah,” Scootaloo said blushing self consciously, releasing her hoof and wiggling around to cinch those vulva up tight. “You got it.”

Apple Bloom just couldn’t get over how she was feeling about Scootaloo. If she’d been gorgeous before, something about putting it into Scootaloo made it almost hurt to look at her it was so beautiful. It was just Scootaloo like she always is, standing there in the sunlight, looking out the window probably trying to gauge the hour, with Apple Bloom’s stuff securely hidden inside her hips, but Apple Bloom couldn’t remember seeing anything more beautiful before in her entire life. She wanted to go up and lean against her and curl her head over and hug her close. She wasn’t sure if she should though; she’d been pushing Scootaloo’s limit all morning and she at least tried to respect the pegasus’s need for personal space.

“Sorry about freakin’ out earlier,” Apple Bloom offered, just saying something so that Scootaloo would look at her again. “Ah don’t know what ah was thinkin’”

Scoots turned from the window, and Apple Bloom blushed despite herself for being so silly about her weird feelings. She’d never really noticed what a deep violet Scootaloo’s eyes were. “No problem, Apple Bloom!” Scootaloo said agreeably, “You didn’t know what it was doing, after all.”

“Ah’ve had this thing for like an hour,” Apple Bloom mentioned walking forward up to being closer to Scootaloo. “And it already blew mah mind, with what you did to it.”

“That good, huh?” Scootaloo said with a nervous wing nibble that was freaking adorable.

“Ah dunno, it was, ah mean it was just an orgasm,” Apple Bloom said just about nose to nose with the pegasus, “But with you touchin me and bein’ inside you it was so much more...” she waved a hoof looking for the word.

“Intense?” Scootaloo suggested.

“Yeah ah guess,” Apple Bloom said in a slightly unsatisfied tone, “It just, it made me so relaxed and ah like you so much! I don’t know how to thank you, Scootaloo. Bein’ able to do that, what you let me do to you, was just... superb.”

Scootaloo looked at Apple Bloom as if she wanted to say differently. She was the face of uncertainty like she wanted to do something but didn’t know what. “Thank... me?” she mumbled breathily, “I should be thanking you!”

Apple Bloom stood before Scootaloo as the sunlight outlined them both, as close as Apple Bloom would dare without outright grabbing her and hauling her off. “You should,” Apple Bloom agreed with a sly smile. It was so weird having to look down to see eye to eye with Scootaloo. She looked so much more precious that way. “Ah did something great for you,” Apple Bloom exclaimed, “Even if ah did it on accident. But that don’t mean ah can’t thank you too. I caint even describe how much it made me feel.”

Scootaloo quivered in self restraint, her wings a flutter. She looked away then looked back at Apple Bloom, then seemed to come to a decision. “Well... thank you, and...” Scootaloo said nervously. Then she lifted a hoof to the side of Apple Bloom’s head, holding the earth pony steady, and closed her eyes, planting the lightest of kisses on Apple Bloom’s lips. Just for a second their lips touched, but it was full of affection, and it left behind an electric tingle when Scootaloo pulled away.

Scootaloo turned aside with a deep blush on her face, “You’re welcome.” Apple Bloom wanted to respond, but she was too busy trying to deal with what Scootaloo had just done. She’d kissed lots before, with Granny, and Applejack on the cheek, but she never thought Scootaloo would– and it felt so much more intense! Just that little light touch had Apple Bloom’s heart racing again.

Scootaloo seemed to take it as rejection, like she usually did, walking a few steps toward the clubhouse doorway. “Yeah I’m just, gonna go work on some moves for the rest of uh, break,” she said offhandedly over her shoulder.

“Scootaloo, wow, that... that was... you just... wow!” Apple Bloom said trying to convey her feelings, and it did make the pegasus look back in surprise, but Scootaloo blushed again seeing Apple Bloom standing there dumfoundedly. If anything it looked like she preferred rejection!

“T-this never leaves this room!” Scootaloo stammered, “If you ever tell anypony what we did I’ll– I’ll buck you in the boy stuff!”

Apple Bloom’s rear leg immediately crossed sympathetically. She winced at Scootaloo saying, “That’s cold Scootaloo. Who do you take me for, Diamond Tiara? You know I’ll never tell a soul if you don’t want me to!”

“Sorry it’s just... important to me, okay?” Scootaloo said petulantly, “Not like your boy stuff can’t take a few hits anyway.”

“No, Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom said to her urgently, “Don’t never ever ever kick somepony’s boy stuff. Ah barely even tapped one of mah ball things and it hurt like crazy!”

“Ball things?” Scootaloo asked uncomprehendingly.

“Yeah,” Apple Bloom said, turning her back to Scootaloo and raising her own tail. “These dangly things here they’re like, balls or something.”

“What are those for?” Scootaloo asked uncertainly. “Are they like a clit?”

“Ah don’t rightly know, but they’re nothing like a clit, and they hurt like hay when you knock ‘em with something, so don’t even joke about kicking me there. Please?”

“Alright ya big baby,” Scootaloo said rolling her eyes. “B-but you won’t tell, right?”

“I promise your secret is safe with me!”

Scootaloo smiled in relief and said, “Thanks. I’m out!” then gallopped down the ramp and buzzed out through the orchard, grabbing her scooter somewhere along the way. Apple Bloom listened to the sound of her diminishing in the distance, a pleasant smile and a fluttering affection still teasing in her heart. Scoots was such a great friend. Apple Bloom was feeling better about this boy thing already!

At least she was, until she turned around. The pillows were scattered in disarray. When they had been bucking together they must have knocked the table over without even noticing sending a box of crayons across the floor. But that was nothing compared to the sticky gooey mess that was smeared and stomped and happily drying all over the clubhouse floor.

Apple Bloom just hoped Scootaloo felt a shred of sympathy when she’d have to use the water pump to clean off yet another sticky mess they’d gotten into.

Rainbow Dash was flying around when she noticed the odd little orange filly who kept calling her a sister had got herself off to the skate park, where Scootaloo was flipping around and well, scooting like she was really enjoying it. Dash probably shouldn’t fly down there and check on the filly since she wasn’t really her sister, but nopony else ever seemed to do it, and Scootaloo’s parents sure weren’t around, and one thing Rainbow Dash wasn’t going to do is leave somepony hanging like that. So once again she ended up suckered into being this kid’s role model and practically running her life.

She lazily drifted around in a circle watching the filly enjoy herself. Weren’t any other ponies at the skate park this time of day. Probably why Scoots picked that time to go there, less ponies to get in the way that way. Dash thought about just going down to say hi to Scootaloo, but darn that filly, she’d probably stop her routine just for the sake of getting a little passing approval.

Dash was almost glad when the filly’s hormonal urges made her chase after that well built pegasus colt and, gave Dash some slack. Almost. As nice as it was not to be on the spot all the time, you can’t really be glad about fillies in estrus. Mares were a different story of course.

Dash’s own burning need had been well and truly sated. Yesterday it was Star Hunter, a local pegasus for once, though he worked in Vanhoover. Taking time off for the Season this year, he’d been quite popular among the mares with his exotic coloring and good endurance, and general approachable demeanor. All Dash really cared about was somepony who knew how to do it mid-flight, but he did talk a lot about some interesting constellations. Apparantly Gemini was on the move now for some reason.

But Dash wasn’t a filly anymore. Fillies were young and uncertain and they didn’t have a lot of options, or freedom really. While Dash’s own loins purred at her pleasantly from this morning’s plowing, the average filly was going to be sitting on ice this time of year. They’re at that strange stage where they’re not ready for sex yet, but they still get the cramps and the weird urges. Dash didn’t really understand it but, and don’t let anyone know this but, she might not have been the brightest pegasus in the flock. Supposedly it helped motivate fillies to make better friendships that would last through adulthood, but it was definitely a pain in the baby maker.

Dash fluttered down at a distance, and stood on a nearby hill, just watching the filly for now. Scootaloo sure seemed to be in a good mood, for being in estrus. Reminded Dash of the year before last, before the onset of puberty started to take its toll. Scootaloo was really small even for a pegasus, but she was still a long way from growing into her full height. Probably always be a bit of a runt compared to other ponies. Then again, Dash had been a late bloomer herself and‒ actually yeah, Rainbow Dash was a bit smaller than most other ponies. But that’s what made her the fastest! Couldn’t complain about that. She wondered how Scootaloo would make use of a smaller build. Dash couldn’t think of any advantage that didn’t involve flying, but even Dash would admit she sort of had flying on the brain. No bird brain jokes. She knew Scootaloo would figure it out, though.

Whether Scootaloo could figure out how to manage her estrus, well maybe Rainbow Dash could give her a little one on one coaching for that. Cook up some Moon Tea, have a real girl chat, be a shoulder for her for Scootaloo to take out her no doubt irritable and absolutely terrible mood. Rainbow Dash didn’t want to interrupt the filly, but she didn’t make herself all that hard to find either. It was high time to show her all the tricks you could do, well short of actual stallions that is.

Scootaloo saw her eventually, and sure enough she left her routine and came zooming up with an enthusiastic, “Hey Rainbow Dash! I mean, hey sis!”

”Hey kid,” Dash said, smiling down at her. “How’ve you been lately?”

”Great!” Scootaloo piped up, “I think my latest trick flip could make the junior Games. Got to get it so I can drift from that into the grind though, but it’s been going really well today. I might even get my cutie mark out of it!”

Rainbow Dash’s smile faltered a bit but she continued confidently saying “So uh, how has your estrus been treating you?”

”What, that old thing? pff” Scootaloo snorted derisively, “I don’t have any problem with that.”

Dash blinked, “Uhh, really?”

”Yeah I can totally handle it,” Scootaloo asserted, kicking the air with her hooves. “I won’t let it get me down! Just like you, Rainbow Dash!” Then she leaned forward and hugged Rainbow Dash tenderly around the chest saying, “You’re the best sister ever.” Then, she trotted bouncily to her scooter, and buzzed off humming pleasantly to herself.

Dash touched her chest, then stared after Scootaloo for a second, before reacting with a quiet “Huh.”

There is no Scootaloo, only ZUUL

Seriously though, the first part of this sucks, but I just wanted to practice not relying on dialog so much, and also summarize the last few chapters from Scootaloo’s perspective. And it ended up reading really weird. So I’ll just pretend that I intended Scootaloo’s personality to be all depersonalized and gestalt, and wasn’t just screwing up in my delivery.

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