Scootadash Part 1

"H-hey, Rainbow Dash! Uh, did you hear those rumours about us being, um, you know..."

"Lesbians? Pssh. Yeah, I heard that. I'm not too bothered. No-one on their right mind would believe that crud."

"Heh, yeah, I guess you're right. But I was thinking, seeing as there are already rumours, we might, y'know, try..."

"What? Eww! Scoots, no! Seriously?"

"Ha ha, no, of course not! It's a joke! We're both girls! Why would I ever want to kiss you? That's gross. Ha! As if I'd ever want you to hold me as we lie in bed, telling me everything's going to be fine, and we'll take on the world together. That would be silly."

 

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>Of course she wasn't interested.

>You knew she wasn't into girls.

>Even if she was, why would she want to date someone your age?

>Stupid.

>Why did you even try?

>She even has a date to the fall formal already.

>A Boy.

>Her own age.

>Someone she wouldn't be embarrassed to be seen in public with.

>Because even if you were the right age for gender, she wouldn't want to be seen with you.

>You hear them talking about you.

>Behind your back.

>"Doesn't she ever comb her hair?"

>"Has she really worn that shirt for a week straight?"

>"Eww, I think I can smell something dead in here!"

>Don't worry, it's just stupid Scootaloo with her only stupid set of stupid clothes

>whose stupid parents would rather buy stupid cider than stupid soap

>who would leave in a heartbeat if only she could find someone who actually cared about her.

>But she can't.

>Because she's stupid.

 

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>Man that Scootaloo kid is weird.

>Did she really try to proposition me today?

>She claimed it was a joke, but still...

>Maybe she just has a weird sense of humour.

>Her only friends are those two outcasts.

>Maybe the joke would have made sense to them.

>Poor kid.

>She could probably use more friends.

>Or at least she could be a little less insular.

>Maybe she needs a hobby...

 

>Pretty sure this is the place.

>I've seen her playing out here in the dirt while on my training runs.

>I guess this trailer is their home.

>Well, here goes nothing...

"Scootaloo! Get the door!"

>Yep, right place.

"I'm getting it! Just wait a minute!"

"You know what to say if it's a man in a suit!?"

"It doesn't matter if I tell them you're out when they can hear you shouting through the walls!"

>Christ, maybe I should come back later.

"Rainbow Dash!"

>Ugh, it smells like cay urine and mould in there.

"Uh, hi Scootaloo, is everything OK in there?"

"..."

"Because it sounds kinda like-"

"Oh yeah, everything's fine. Couldn't be happier! So, what brings you to my neck of the woods?"

"Well, you were pretty fast when you ran away from me today, and we could use a good runner like you on the soccer team. So if you're interested, would you like to join us?"

>Does she usually respond this slowly?

"If you don't want to, just sa-"

"YES! Oh yes! I'd love to!"

>Aaand she's hugging me.

>It's OK Dashie, just breathe through your mouth.

>It'll be over soon.

"That's great squirt! We practice every tuesday and thursday after school. Think you can make it?"

"Of course! Don't worry Rainbow dash, I won't let you down!"

"That's great kid. I have to go now actually, I was just passing through."

"Oh, yes Rainbow Dash. Wouldn't want to keep you. See you tomorrow!"

>Finally.

>Guess I should go home and break the news to the rest of the team.

>I hope they take it well.

>Oh god, her smell got on my clothes.

 

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>Soccer!

>I'm going to be on the soccer team!

>And Rainbow Dash asked me!

>I hope I'm good enough for them.

>I used to have a ball to play with when I was younger.

>Well, I guess I still have it.

>It's just more of a bag now.

>But I can run fast!

>Rainbow Dash said so, and she's the fastest runner in school!

>Super Speedy Scootaloo!

>That's what they'll call me!

>No, that's stupid.

>How did rainbow dash know where I live anyway?

>Eh, that's not important.

>I'm going to be on a sports team!

>Maybe I'd even make some new friends.

>If I didn't stink so bad.

>Wait, what am I even going to wear?

>All I have are these stupid cargo shorts and this filthy hoodie.

>Don't you need special shoes to play soccer?

>Where am I going to get special shoes from?

>No, it won't matter, they won't turn me away for not having the right shoes on the first day.

>Will they?

>OH MY GOSH!

>THE LOCKER ROOMS!

>Rainbow dash and I will be getting changed in the same room!

>Is that why she invited me?

>Does she really like me?

>Maybe she wanted to save face in school, and wants me to join the soccer team so we can be closer!

>Don't be stupid Scootaloo.

>You don't even have anything to get changed into.

>I do't want to look stupid at my first practice though.

>I'll try to get some of those special shoes at least.

>But how?

 

>Canterlot sports centre.

>This is the place.

>I hope mom won't miss the money.

>I can probably convince her that she got drunk and spent it on booze again.

>Except this time I'll be lying.

>Eh, it didn't stop her then and it probably won't stop her this time.

>But I need these shoes.

 

>How much?

>Wow, these must be some really special shoes.

>I don't have nearly enough.

>OK, it'll be OK.

>There's only that one guy working here, and he's busy with a customer.

>This isn't anything you've not done before, Scootaloo.

>But they are worth a lot.

>And I've never taken something I don't absolutely need before...

>But I do need them. I don't want Rainbow dash to laugh at me.

>I'll leave the money here, it's the best I can do.

>You're fine, Scootaloo.

>No-one saw. All you need is to walk out.

"HEY YOU! STOP!"

>Well, Rainbow Dash says you can run fast.

>Time to prove her right.

 

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>Here she comes.

>I almost thought she wasn't going to make it.

>She doesn't have a kit bag

>No great surprise.

"Hi Scootaloo, glad you could join us."

"Hi Rainbow Dash! Ready to play?"

"Sure am, squirt! Let me introduce you to the team. Here's Lightning Dust, Thunderlane, Blossomforth, Spitfire, Fleetfoot and Soarin. The rest will be arriving later."

"Cool, uh, I don't have any shoes or anything I'm afraid, so..."

"Don't worry. you can play in what you're wearing now."

>Ugh. What is it with this kid and hugs?

>At least I can have a shower after this.

>Kid could use a shower too.

"Thank you, Rainbow Dash! I'll get some kit soon I promise!"

"Sure, squirt, just tone down the hugs, OK?"

"Oh, sorry."

"Don't worry about it. Anyway, since you're light and fast, we'll be putting you on the wing today to see how you do. Let's play!"

 

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>Pretty good for a first try!

>I got to kick the ball a few times.

>I think I even helped my team score a goal once!

>I only tripped a couple of times, too.

>Everyone said I was really fast.

>Still, I need to be faster sometimes.

>The most difficult thing was focussing on the ball.

>And not Rainbow Dash.

>We were on the same team, so I couldn't stay too close to her.

>That was my first lesson.

>A team isn't useful if they're all bunched up together, so I had to stop following her around the pitch.

>Still, it was pretty hard to stop staring.

"Come on squirt, it's time to hit the showers"

>No!

>No no no no no!

>How did I not realise?

>Of course they shower at school!

>I can't do this, not today!

"Uh, actually, Rainbow Dash, I didn't bring anything with me, so I don't think I can..."

"Nonsense. You can borrow my soap, and we keep a stock of fresh towels in the locker room. Don't you want a shower or something?"

>I do.

>Desperately.

>Especially with you.

>But I can't.

>But I can't not either.

>They'll just talk about stinky, soap-shy Scootaloo when I'm gone.

"I guess..."

 

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>Weird kid, it seemed like she didn't even want to shower after running so hard.

>I still managed to convince her though.

>I knew it was a good idea to bring an extra towel, too.

 

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>OK Scootaloo, you can do this.

>The other girls are getting undressed, you can too.

>Rainbow Dash is down to her bra already.

>

>Stop staring, Scoots.

>Focus.

>Just look at the wall.

>Unzip your hoodie.

>Hang it on the hook, that's right.

>Take of your shirt.

>Fold it, put it do-

"Woah, Scoots are you alright?"

>She noticed.

>Of course she noticed.

>The evidence is all over your body.

>Body.

>Her body.

>It's perfect.

>

>You're staring again.

"Yeah, I'm fine"

"Really? It looks like you got stepped on by half the team out there!"

"I just fell out of a tree at the weekend. No big deal."

>She doesn't need to know you tried to steal a pair of soccer boots to impress her.

>She doesn't need to know you got tackled by a security guard.

>She doesn't need to know that he agreed not to call your parents if you gave him the money you stole.

>She doesn't need to know that he called them anyway.

>She doesn't need to know that your parents beat you for losing the money.

>Why is she looking at me like that?

>Better face the wall again before she thinks something is up.

>Ok, now I just need to take off my shorts and...

>Oh no.

>They're wet.

>You shouldn't have turned around to talk to her.

>Stupid.

>There's only girls in here.

>They'll notice, and you'll be branded a freak.

>Calm down Scootaloo, they probably won't notice.

>Oh, who am I kidding? There's a huge dark patch in the crotch.

>OK, just keep you legs close together and face the wall.

>Slide them down, keep the wet bit in front of your thighs.

>Good, now ball them up quick and slip them under your shirt.

>There we go, I don't think anyone noticed.

>I just have to keep my hand in front of it so they don't notice it glistening.

>Just have to make it to the showers...

 

>Made it.

>No-one noticed I was so wet down there.

>And now I'm in the showers, safe.

>ish.

>My bruises are still visible though.

>The hot water feels so good I hardly care.

>It's so long since I've had a real hot shower.

>No-one's talking.

>Is that normal?

>Is it because of me?

>Is it because of my bruises?

>Why can't I stop glancing at Rainbow Dash?

>Her skin is flawless.

>Even her bruises from soccer earlier are perfect.

>I'm so glad we're in the shower now.

>I'm pretty sure it's not just water running down my thighs.

>Rainbow Dash

>I can see her glancing at me.

>Not in a way that I want her to though.

>I just want her to hold me.

>I want to feel her hands on my back and her breasts against mine.

>I want to feel her tongue in my mouth

>and on my neck

>and on my nipples

>and on my tummy

>and in my-

"Nnghaa"

>Why did she have to touch you then?

>And what kind of noise was that?

>She only tapped you on the shoulder.

>Stupid.

>If you weren't thinking about that...

>They'll definitely know something's up now.

"Uh Scootaloo?"

>Crap, you actually forgot to turn around you idiot!

"Uh?"

"You ok?"

>Just nod.

"Soap?"

"Uh-huh"

>Just look at the wall, you idiot.

>There's no way she didn't see your bright red face.

>Sigh.

>At least I can get clean.

 

>Scrub scrub scrub.

>Man, that feels good.

>It feels like weeks of filth is being washed away.

>Probably because it is.

>No-ones talking still. I guess that's normal.

>At least it's easier to not look at Rainbow Dash now.

>That was enough embarrassment to last a lifetime.

>Better be extra thorough between my thighs.

>All done

>Where did everyone go?

>Oh great, I'm the last one left in the shower.

>Everyone else is already half-dressed.

"Here you go, squirt!"

>Wow, the towel is so clean!

>But still pretty rough on my bruises.

>Oh no, I forgot about my wet panties.

>I can't not put them on, that would be suspicious.

>Eww.

>Eww eww eww.

>Well, It was nice to feel clean for a few minutes anyway.

>Shorts, shirt, hoodie and safe.

>Did my clothes always smell this bad?

>Eh, nothing I can do about it now.

>So, I guess I just leave?

"Bye! See you Thursday!"

"See ya, Scoots!"

"Bye, Scootaloo!"

"So long!"

 

>Well, that wasn't too bad.

>And I can get some regular showers now.

"Hey, squirt!"

>Rainbow Dash?

>Did she follow me out?

"There's something I wanted to ask you, but not in front of the other girls."

>Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!

>Is this it?

"Uh, this is really awkward for me to say..."

>My heart won't stop pounding.

>I can't believe it.

"and I hope I'm not overstepping any boundaries but..."

>But she's here.

>She followed me out.

>And now she wants to ask me...

"Is everything alright at home?

>

>Oh.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"It's just I couldn't help but notice your bruises, and your reluctance to show them, and your mom didn't seem, well, all that nice when I came over the other day, and, well..."

"I just fell out of a tree, really!"

"OK. Well, if you ever need to talk, let me know."

"Thanks. I will, Rainbow Dash."

"No problem. And hey, call me Dashie."

>Dashie

>Call her Dashie.

>Of course she isn't interested in you in that way.

>You were stupid to think so.

>But still, Dashie.

>She might not love me, she might not even like me.

>But she cares, and that's enough.

>For now.