“So, I hear you have been helping Sweetie Belle with her estrus,” Dash said confidently, causing Scootaloo to startle in place. Dash had to laugh; the poor filly was so nervous at being discovered. Rainbow Dash knew what she heard though, right through the library window. She’d never let Twilight know she just happened to hear Scootaloo talking like she was gonna make Sweetie’s estrus smooth as silk, but Rainbow Dash knew just what to do about it.
She thought about surprising those two fillies at their little clubhouse or whatever, but this way would totally be better. Rainbow Dash was gonna blow her little filly fan’s mind, once she was done with her. Dash didn’t do things part-way, and Scootaloo was at that perfect age where she needed, like, a mentor who could show her every way in Equestria that one filly could pleasure another.
“I-it’s that obvious, huh?” Scootaloo said with a guilty smile. “They say we shouldn’t, but I don’t let them tell me what to do!
“Just like you, Rainbow Dash,” Scootaloo said with a dreamy smile. Oh yeah, this filly had it bad.
“Well you know what?” Dash said proudly, “Ponies will tell you you can’t do it, or that it’s wrong, but who cares what they think? What’s important is what you think.” She hovered there, elbowing Scootaloo in the arm, orange fuzz meeting blue, saying “Sweetie’s a real cutie, not surprised you’re into her. I bet she has a lot more bite than she looks.”
“D-d-d-ash~...” Scootaloo tried to admonish, looking aside and blushing hotly.
“Hey I don’t judge,” Rainbow said confidently, standing before her fan with a deliberately dramatic swish of her brightly striped tail. “If you like fillies, then that’s fine with me. What I wanna know is...” Rainbow then lifted up her tail, and showed for her, and said like in the most alluring voice ever, “If you’re into mares.”
To say Scootaloo was captivated was an understatement. Rainbow swished her tail down, dancing her hindquarters away from the filly with a coy wiggle. “I got some free time after my workout this afternoon. You wanna meet me behind the old Apple barn? I can give you a lift back to my house and,” in a husky voice she finished, “I know all the ways to please a filly.”
“But... but Dash I–you want me?!” Scootaloo said in an adorable squeak.
“Hey, I get estrus too, and I think you got just the thing I need to take care of it,” Rainbow said with a toss of her vibrant mane.
“I–I can’t...” it was like Scootaloo was trying to say no, and she just couldn’t. Dash had Scootaloo in such a lust, that the filly couldn’t even bring herself to say no to the older mare. And yet she was trying, because it was wrong for two fillies to love each other. Dash almost wanted to cry, with how this brave filly was being laid low with insecurity, just because she loved other fillies. So ashamed of her feelings towards Dash, even though they couldn’t hurt anypony. This town was so Celestial, it was sad.
“You know what you need, squirt?” Rainbow said, releasing a wing to wrap around Scootaloo and pull her close. “Self confidence! All those ponies telling you you can’t do it, you gotta tell them no! You don’t gotta tell them anything! Just be yourself, and don’t let them tell you what to do. You gotta assert yourself!”
“Assert myself?” Scootaloo said, blushing under that sky blue wing, now that she knew what closeness with Dash could mean. That filly almost looked like she was going to orgasm, merely from Rainbow nestling to her closely. Estrus sure was hitting Scootaloo hard this year.
“Yeah,” Rainbow said, slyly letting one of her feathers tease along Scootaloo’s wing root. “Sometimes you gotta take the storm by the horns. If ponies try to take what you have with Sweetie away, just to keep you from being happy, then you just gotta go in there and take it back! Nopony’s gonna mess with you; you’re Scootaloo!
“My biggest fan,” she added smugly, letting off the aroused filly’s wings so Scootaloo could just quiver there, not just in shame, but in pent up arousal, a life’s worth of looking up to Dash, only to finally see that Rainbow was a sexual being too. Scootaloo was gonna cream so hard when Dash got done with her.
Rainbow pulled free and flapped off then, leaving Scootaloo to her lusts, letting the estrus draw her to Dash like a moth to a flame. Except less burny. Shouting cheekily over her shoulder, Dash said, “Old barn, this afternoon. Be there, or be square!”
And then she was gone, leaving only a little filly Scootaloo wondering what the buck just happened.
That afternoon, Dash saw Scootaloo buzzing up, and just leaned on the side of that barn. The old thing creaked, even under her weight. It was definitely gonna have to come down pretty soon. Scoots stopped on the other side and just inched around to see her. Rainbow didn’t want the little filly to be so hesitant around her, trying to plan her approach. Fortunately, Scoots took a deep breath, and walked confidently right out from around the corner, saying in a false bravado, “Hey Rainbow... Dash!”
“Squirt, you made it!” Dash said in genuine glee. “You ready for me to show you all my secret tricks?”
“It would be incredible!” Scootaloo said looking up at her with honest desire. “I–I never knew you thought about me that way. I really want to... I’ll do whatever you say, Rainbow Dash!”
“Well I say you do what you want,” Rainbow admonished the filly. “Don’t be so insecure. It’s downright colty I swear. Is this estrus season, or isn’t it?”
“It totally is,” Scootaloo said with a giddy smile. “I didn’t even think how it’d make you feel. If I could help... help you with your estrus, that’d be so freaking awesome!”
“It would, wouldn’t it?” Dash said smugly, puffing up her chest. She looked down and added, “But it’s not just about me, remember. You get hit by season just as much as any filly.”
“Yeah,” Scootaloo said in a somber note. It really must have been hitting her hard if she felt that serious about it. “It’s different,” she said, “But I do feel it too... I feel it a lot sometimes.”
“Oh, I dunno about that,” Dash said, swishing her tail across Scootaloo’s nose. Boy did that get her attention. This had to be the most lesbian filly Dash could remember seeing before. “Why don’t you come show me, just how different you are from the ...other fillies?” she said with a sly wink.
“You really mean it, Rainbow Dash?” Scootaloo said in gobsmacked amazement. “I’ll do whatever you—I mean yes, a million times yes!”
“Hop on, then,” Dash said, extending out a wing assist for her little filly lover to hop onto her back. Scootaloo climbed on eagerly, and Dash made Scootaloo get that cute blush again, by saying, “I can show you another way to ride a pony, that I think you’ll like a lot.”
Before Scootaloo could stammer out an answer, Dash was aloft, her wings beating easily to steer her towards her beautiful cloud home. On the way, Dash continued tantalizing Scootaloo with some teasing tidbits of filly orgasmic SCIENCE.
“You ever seen a dildo?” Dash asked just casually. “You don’t need to be a colt to have a penis with one of those. I got like seven. One’s even unpackaged... why I bet any filly could just use it on themselves.”
“I–I know what a dildo is. Sweetie used it on Ap–I mean... Apple Bloom needed one before I helped um...”
“Jeez mare, how many fillies have you been with?” Rainbow laughed. “Don’t worry squirt, I know those two are your best friends. You sure showed them a thing or two about estrus, huh?”
“Yeah and they showed me a lot too,” Scootaloo said modestly.
“Any other fillies I should be worried about?” Rainbow asked with a humorous tone. “I got a lot of competition it sounds like!”
“No filly could be as amazing as you Rainbow Dash,” Scootaloo said, sort of... hugging her back tenderly, and nuzzling her neck. Boy was Dash falling for this kid. Nothing Scootaloo didn’t love about Rainbow Dash, and nothing caught Rainbow’s desire more than being loved by another filly. It being such a fresh, inexperienced filly, that made it all the better. And for a filly who desperately needed this experience, for the sake of her and her friends, who needed to know the right way to make a filly orgasm, it was just about the best thing ever.
“Twilight Sparkle,” Scootaloo mumbled interrupting Dash’s gay train of thought.
“Whassat again?” the flying pegasus asked distractedly.
“There was just one other filly I um... did,” Scootaloo said. “T-the librarian. Twilight Sparkle.”
Rainbow Dash almost dropped out of the air.
“Her?!” Rainbow exclaimed, swooping strongly to recover. The terrified Scootaloo clinging to her back didn’t answer, but she said anyway, “You gotta be crazy! Twilight is as hard to figure out as a whole city of unicorns! You didn’t really... her?!”
“Yeah,” Scootaloo said, gripping Dash’s flank tightly.
“Don’t worry squirt, I won’t let you fall,” Dash told her tenderly.
Scootaloo relaxed some and said, “You’re friends with Twilight... right?”
“Not friends with benefits!” Rainbow said unhappily. “I couldn’t turn her on at all. Not even the patented Rain-Blo-Dry had any effect! Uh, that is, I mean you can’t give her flowers; she just eats them. You can’t tell her how pretty she is—she goes and starts pointing out it’s not true with bell curves and statistics and—I mean she’s such an egghead!”
“Plus I really kind of thought she was straight,” Rainbow grumbled. “Always talking about genetic whatevers, how she’s gonna find the perfect donor or something. It’s like jeez mare, just get laid already.”
“Well she got laid,” Scootaloo said hesitantly. “I mean, it really wasn’t hard. She said it was an experiment, and she was having estrus too, so it was really easy to um...convince her...”
“Maybe if you’re a stallion,” Rainbow rolled her eyes.
“N-no, she wanted a stallion, but she actually liked me pretty much just the way I was,” Scootaloo said. “It didn’t matter I was small. It was the teaching that made her ... want to do it. She taught us stuff, and that really made her... I mean, I don’t know if that was what made her wet, but you could... try that?”
“Experiments, huh?” Rainbow pondered. “I didn’t think she’d be so kinky like that; maybe you’re right though. She sure doesn’t understand a straightforward approach.”
“Let’s just talk about you now,” Scootaloo said uncomfortably. Dash shook her head at herself. Was she really trying to pick up a filly by bringing up her ex-girlfriends? It was so great Scootaloo was giving her the benefit of the doubt, because Dash never wanted to repeat the Raindrops incident again. And her blundering here was coming awfully close to doing just that.
“Well alright,” Rainbow Dash said hastily, “But we’re almost there. Lemme tell you about this special spot on my left wing. If you get it just right...”
Scootaloo was pretty much spellbound for the rest of the trip.
Rainbow didn’t even pause to land when she flew through her door of her house, the opaque cloud walls around her delivering a privacy that filled her with excitement and relief. She just flew straight into her bedroom, really wanting to free up her wings so Scootaloo could try that—that thing that Dash told her would get her winking without even touching her groin. Rainbow really loved that spot. There was so much to do though, maybe just take things nice and simple at first. They could always do this again, and again. Ohhh Scootaloo was going to love this almost as much as Rainbow Dash would!
“Wah!” Scootaloo yelped as Dash bucked her off to land softly on Rainbow Dash’s bed of clouds. “What are we gonna do on the bed?” she asked, looking up so innocently at that. A pause, and she added, “We always just did it standing up, before.”
“Laying down really lets you relax into it, take your good sweet time to orgasm,” Dash explained, striding across the room to her toy chest. “Can’t always do it pony style,” she added, rooting around for that unboxed dildo. “Fomefimes goffa foo if minofaur fyle,” she said articulately, prancing back to the waiting Scootaloo with her prize in mouth. Moving it to a hoof, Dash showed it to the filly saying, “Pretty good, eh?”
To the Mega Orgasmator 9000, Scootaloo said, “Uh, I guess so? It looks like a penis. Apple Bloom used one but it was blue and um, not as big.”
“Don’t worry it’s adjustable,” Dash said excitedly, “So you can put just as much as you want in.”
“However much you want,” Scootaloo said with emphasis, hoofing the box of dildo back to her.
“Yer gotta—nfh—think about your needs, squirt!” Rainbow said, tearing open the box, and extracting her prize from within. Or rather, Scootaloo’s prize. “I can take care of myself,” she added, balancing the big red and yellow striped dildo on her hoof. “You gotta remember that the hottest thing for anyone you’re doing this with, is how you feel.”
Dash jumped up next to Scootaloo on the bed, waving the filly penetration tool between them for emphasis. “I’ll tell you just how incredible you’re making me feel, and you’ll love that to pieces,” Dash instructed. “I know you will, squirt, because you like me, and that’s cool.
“But I like you too!” Dash said, with a hesitant nuzzle to Scootaloo’s soft fuzzy neck. Scoots turned her chin up, baring for her so vulnerably. Resisting the urge to nip, Dash’s tongue came out. The filly shivered under Dash’s attention, as she left a trail of saliva down to that flat chest , and brought a hoof around behind her, to ply against Scootaloo’s tiny but very sensitive wings.
Rainbow teased at the foal’s wing roots, while hovering about her nether regions with that dildo in hoof, looking solidly into Scootaloo’s half lidded, dilating eyes. It would look like she was platonically hugging the filly, if Rainbow didn’t have one hoof on Scootaloo’s quivering wings, and the other hoof crooked around a big brightly colored dildo. “If you forget to tell me how you feel,” Dash murmured, “It’ll only be half way, so you gotta tell me. Does this make you feel good?” Her hot breath on Scootaloo’s ear ended in the most tender, lightly teasing nibbles.
“Y-e-s-s~” Scootaloo said somewhat articulately, staring at Dash and arching up into the air hungrily. Both of their aroused scents were filling the room now, Dash’s own groin even more a mess than usual, from the really cool exotic scent Scootaloo had. Scootaloo was really something special, Dash was absolutely sure of this. Scootaloo said to Rainbow, “Need you to touch my—”
But Dash put a hoof to her lips. “Ssh, ssh,” Rainbow said knowingly. “I know just what you need.”
So Rainbow Dash brought the dildo to bear, sliding it down to tease at the filly’s tender entrance. She let the bulbous tip just barely slip insi—wait, that wasn’t working. Dash didn’t want to look away from the needy gaze, of her quivering lipped filly Scootaloo. Scootaloo was just putty in Rainbow’s hooves, from mere touches and ear nibbles. But just blindly, Rainbow simply couldn’t find that filly’s entrance! She tried to put on an air of knowing what she was doing, pulling back to look down critically, at where her dildo was teasing at those puffy nether lips, trying to push them aside so she could—
...
“You gotta be kidding me,” Dash exclaimed in abject disbelief.
“What?” Scootaloo whined a little breathlessly. “Come on~ Dash quit teasing me. You’re making me so hard, I–I wanna go in you already!”
Hard. He was hard alright. He was hard, alright. Rainbow Dash’s hind leg was laying seductively over a thick mottled penis coming right out of Scootaloo’s groin. Those weren’t puffy lips. They weren’t lips at all! Dash stared at Scootaloo’s... it twitched.
A shiver went through Rainbow Dash as her estrus flared in her. Rainbow scrambled back in a panic, and her foot slipped—she—she tumbled right off the side of the cloud bed with a squeak.
“Dash!” Scootaloo said, poking his–her–hi-he–his head over the edge, at Rainbow’s sprawled form of total flustration. “Are you okay?”
“Y-y-y-y-y” Dash said intelligently. “You’re a colt?!” she blurted out dumbly.
Scootaloo’s eyes widened and he—he started to cry! “You too?!” he said in heart wrenching anguish. “Every pony thinks I’m a girl! Every—” Scootaloo’s head vanished over the edge of the bed, but she could still hear him fighting not to cry. Desperate to salvage something out of her completely ruined image, Rainbow scrambled to get to her feet, to say something, to do something to get that filly—that colt’s face from falling into such betrayal and despair.
“Listen, squirt,” she started hesitantly.
“You always call me ‘squirt’!” Scootaloo said in a hurt tone. “I thought that meant you knew!”
“Yabu squirt isn’t a nu... a boy’s nu—name” Dash said in the most sophisticated fashion, forehoof trembling in the air.
“No, but I do squirt!” he said in outrage. “Because I’m a boy. I squirt and fillies um... take squirts. I thought that’s what you meant!”
“I...gehah...”
“I even told you!” Scootaloo accused her, Dash’s ears going right down, with her wings tight against her body, as if he was her dad shouting at her, even though he was just a kid. He was a colt though! How could he be—Scootaloo had a freaking dick!!
“I never tell anypony what me and Sweetie Belle do,” he said to Dash’s rising alarm. “She doesn’t need any more teasing, or—or hatred! I told you Dash, I said I was doing them. I was filling them up good, and you weren’t—you weren’t gonna be angry with me. Why did you think I was a filly? Is it really that bad? I–I’m colty. I swear, I am! N-not just a mollyfilly!”
“You’re... you’re fine Scootaloo,” Rainbow said desperately. “I don’t have a... a problem I just... you’re a...
“...colt?” Rainbow just barely squeaked out.
“Yes I’m a colt, and I have a penis,” Scootaloo said, crossing his hooves and sulking. “E-even if your other penises are better,” he mentioned with an insecure glance at Rainbow’s toy chest. She never showed that to a colt. She...wait.
“Ohmygosh, Sweetie Belle is pregnant!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed in sudden shock. “Of course, she’s pregnant! I didn’t think how she... you... you. You’re the f-father?”
Scootaloo’s face froze. “I... yeah...” he said, turning away and grimacing guiltily. “It was an accident!” he said in a woeful tone. “We didn’t know it would do t-that. Make Sweetie have a b-baby in her belly. We should have, but I just skipped the class of the orphanage. I thought I knew all about Sweetie’s...thing already. But I... it wasn’t just that. I did Apple Bloom too and I couldn’t stop, so I probably would have done it even if I knew. But I didn’t!”
“Sorry, run that by me again?” Dash said with her brow twisting in confusion as Scootaloo’s sudden confession spilled out of him.
Scootaloo took a deep breath. “You have to promise you won’t tell anypony,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt Apple Bloom and Sweetie. You know how their... how Apple Bloom’s family is. I-if they knew, they’d kill me. Or worse!”
Dash walked back toward the bed this... colt was on. There was a colt on her bed! That made her bristle. “Look,” she said, “Applejack is my friend, so you know I trust her. But... yeah I also know how she can ...be. As long as you didn’t actually hurt anyone... but you did! You made both of them pregnant? Your best friends? How could you?”
“Well, with Sweetie it was an accident,” Scootaloo said. “She just didn’t go into estrus, because we were already doing... it a lot, and we figured it out at first on accident, just because we were practice kissing a f-few years ago and I started to m-um... mount her. That’s how I could with Sweetie. And with Apple Bloom, she was... touching her filly thing, trying to make herself feel better so she could wait. I just walked in on her I... accidentally walked in on her. But she smelled so good and my—my penis needed her so bad. I should have told her no, but once we were there, I just had to... so that one is my fault. Plus we weren’t being a good friend to her. Sweetie got to be the pregnant one, all splooged in and stuff, and Apple Bloom only got to watch, and it just drove Apple Bloom crazy so she couldn’t stand it.”
“Man, both of them are pregnant,” Dash said with a dazed thump of her posterior on her cloud bed. “I could take Sweetie, but Apple Bloom... does anypony besides me know? They really can’t afford another foal right now. I–I mean, Applejack is trying her best, but so much of her family’s moved out, a-and you know Apple Bloom’s parents are dead, right?”
“Y-yeah,” Scootaloo said mutedly.
“Without them, they’ve just... I mean I haven’t grown up with them, so I didn’t see how bad it was before, but they really need some more ponies for their farm now. A-and being pregnant would do that, but they’d lose the farm waiting for their foal to get big enough! You know how it is, right?”
“I think Apple Bloom misses her mother,” Scootaloo said quietly.
“She... of course she does, are you loco or something?” Dash responded boldly.
“No, I mean,” Scootaloo bit his lip, hanging his hooves over the edge of the bed. Dash had to notice he wasn’t erect anymore, and his manhood was... really subtle. Dang if he didn’t look just like a filly, if you didn’t know to look for that little swell of balls, and his lack of any noticeable vulva, nor thin fur where a filly’s teats are. Ponies sure didn’t have as showy of sex organs as sheep or babboons.
“It was just that she really wanted to be a m-momma,” Scootaloo said guiltily. “Apple Bloom’s estrus was just crazy, but I mean, I think she wanted me to do her, so she could like... be like her mother, and... save the farm I guess? Neither of us was really thinking good. It was just so messed up.
“She misses her mom,” Scootaloo repeated. “She was way too young to remember when it—I mean... but she still misses her. I kind of wish I could... I wish she could have a foal, so she could be a mom. She feels like her family’s missing something without a momma and a d-dad, and it is! And she wants to foal, so that she can be the momma, since they all need a mom right now.”
Dash couldn’t stand it. She gave Scootaloo a big freaking hug. Not a sexy kind of hug, but a holding this filly or colt or whatever hug so that she/he wouldn’t feel so sad and you kind of needed to feel that way too...hug. “Sorry Scoots,” she said tightly, “I... that’s terrible I feel so bad!”
Both of them sort of... felt so bad for a while. Some liquid pride being shed. They were both laying dazed in the bed, when Dash firmed her lip, and sat up, announcing, “I’m gonna quit the weather team.”
“W-what?!” Scootaloo exclaimed, as somewhere in left field, there was a field, and its left field had another field, whose left field this statement might have come out of.
“Applejack’s my friend,” Dash said. “I can’t let her down. There are like five dozen pegasi on the weather team. A-and just two ponies, picking all those apples. It was gonna be three, but with Apple Bloom all like, weak and stuff, and they just need all the help they can get.
“What if they have to miss cider season?!” Rainbow said tearfully to Scootaloo. “I have to do something!”
Scootaloo frowned in thought, and then said seriously to Rainbow Dash, “I’m gonna work too.”
“Uh, huh?” Dash said to Scootaloo uncomprehending. “But you’re just a kid!”
“So is Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo responded challengingly, “And she was gonna have to work next year, a lot! I don’t have a f-family I have to help, just the orphanage, so I can just help Apple Bloom out, and they have to let me do it too!”
“I guess, but I mean... they’ll just let you help out?” Dash said uncertainly. “They usually keep the child labor in the family, some sort of labor laws or something against hiring orphans to pick your seasonal crops.”
“Yeah, well,” Scootaloo said defiantly, “I made Apple Bloom pregnant, didn’t I? So I’m just as f-family to them as...
“As...
“Wow, I actually have a family now!” Scootaloo exclaimed, in belated surprise.
“I guess that’s kinda literally true,” Rainbow said. “But sheesh what a bombshell. You’re a... a dad that’s so weird. You’re an Apple too! I’m still quitting though, because I won’t let that happen to Applejack; that farm is everything to her. With Apple Bloom out of commission, you’re not gonna be able to do it all on your own. I mean no offense squirt, but she’s way stronger than you.”
“Why would Apple Bloom be out of commission?” Scootaloo parroted uncertainly.
“Uh, pregnant?” Rainbow said back. “You know, big belly, fragile little foal in there. They don’t want you working hard so that you don’t have a miscarriage?”
“A mis-what?” Scootaloo continued being clueless.
“It’s where you lose the foal,” Rainbow mumbled. “When a mare’s under too much stress and stuff, she kind of... drops it out early, and it... dies.”
“Wow, that sucks,” Scootaloo said honestly. “She even has to give birth, and it just dies?”
“Well it’s usually really early,” Dash admitted, “So it’s just like poof and she’s not pregnant again. And then everyone starts wailing and having funeral parties, in this town at least. Ponies around here are pretty certain on the fact that it’s a foal, even if you’re giving birth to something too tiny to see. But uh, a miscarriage can be a whole big uh, almost foal. You remember that one abortion presentation, they had in your class a while back?”
Scootaloo looked ill. “But in those they killed the foals, because they were evil ponies,” he said in disgust. “You’re acting like it just happens, even when nopony is trying to do it.”
Dash rolled her eyes. Scootaloo gave her a skeptical look and she said, “You should watch those again. They’re just trying to trick you. They’re like ‘abortions kill a million foals a year. In these miscarriages, the foals look totally like they didn’t want to be aborted. Oh how cruel ponies can be!’”
Scootaloo blinked at her. “...what?” Scootaloo said blankly.
“They couldn’t even find any abortions,” Dash said with a sarcastic drawl, “So they just used miscarriages that happened on accident, and tricked you into thinking they were on purpose.”
Scootaloo was silent on that, so Dash continued, “Believe me, those scared the pants off of me too.”
“But you don’t wear pants,” Scootaloo said uncertainly.
“Exactly!” Dash said curtly. “But up in Cloudsdale, they have this thing called opposing viewpoints, and there was a mare who went up and told us all about how that was just to scare us into not mating, and they weren’t real abortions.”
“But why would they...” Scootaloo seemed at a loss for words. “I thought that was like, evil bloody death ponies who were like... evil! It was just an accident?”
“Yup,” Rainbow said lightly. “She said it was cause they were scared of pregnant fillies, but just between you and me,” she leaned closer to Scootaloo and whispered, “I think they just don’t want fillies to have any sex.”
“But fillies having sex is hot!” Scootaloo protested. Then blushed, and flopped back on the clouds saying, “It’s true though!”
“Yeah I don’t really get it either,” Dash said. “I guess some mares just like to have this super secret club, and they can’t call it a secret club, if they can’t keep some ponies out of it.”
“Mares are weird,” Scootaloo commented.
“Yeah they—” Dash glanced at Scootaloo. “You really aren’t a filly,” she said in just... reluctant acknowledgement. “When I say it, it’s a joke, but when you say it, you really don’t understand mares. You never even had a dildo in you!”
“W-well neither has Sweetie Belle,” Scootaloo said self consciously, “But y-yeah. Fillies have this crazy stuff between their legs, and it just... goes inside them, and squeezes, like they’re squeezing with it, but sometimes it just does it on its own. They get all wet, just from looking at a colt or thinking about it. They get like how I get hard, but they don’t even know it until they feel it sliding down their legs. Sweetie says it’s like goose bumps on the inside, but I mean... there’s really no parallel right?
“I can tell her that she feels so nice on me, how hot and wet she is, and how incredible it is to just... be somewhere deep inside her, but Sweetie can’t understand why being hot and slippery feels nice. I can’t describe how... special I feel when I’m in her. She squeezes me because she likes doing it, and she likes me feeling it, but she doesn’t have any way to know why my penis likes it so much. I sometimes wonder what my uh...”
Scootaloo hunched over, staring at his hooves, “I mean, it’s really indescribable how she feels about my ...stuff. She says it’s slimy, but a different slimy than her, and she loves it squirting in there, especially when I get really worked up and it comes out hard. I get all that. But it really satisfies her, in a way other slimy stuff doesn’t. I can tell it does, just watching her taking it, but I can’t really understand how being satisfied like that feels, that sorta difference she can’t describe.”
Dash didn’t know what to say to that, so she just went back the subject, muttering, “Can’t believe those two little fillies are pregnant.”
They shared a quiet moment of contemplation—Scootaloo interrupted it, saying, “Uh, wait. They’re not pregnant.”
Dash blinked, and sat up again. “...you said they were pregnant,” she told Scoots evenly.
“They were!” Scootaloo declared. “It was terrible! But Apple Bloom’s safe now, and so is Sweetie Belle. I dunno about any of the other fillies. Those two had like, the worst estruses.”
Dash just kind of... squinted at him. He hastily explained, “They have a thing in them that stops pregnancy now. I-it’s a complicated um... metal thing. That they have. In them.”
“Those don’t really work, do they?” Dash said skeptically. “They always seemed so tiny and stupid, and don’t you need a unicorn to get it inside you?”
“They work, I think?” Scootaloo said, suddenly worried. “A-at least Apple Bloom only did the IUD, and she went back into estrus. I dunno about Sweetie.”
“Those don’t even make you un-pregnant though,” Rainbow persisted, “They only work if you do it before.”
“Yeah that’s... right,” Scootaloo said, suddenly more reserved for some reason. “They um... I made Apple Bloom pregnant like 2 hours before she got one, but i-it didn’t have time to take. We were really scared, but she’s in heat again, so it’s okay now. And Sweetie uhm...
“...
“...miscarriaged...”
“W—really?” Dash said in surprise. “She couldn’t... what happened? Is she okay?”
“She’s fine. It wasn’t like... those miscarriages,” Scootaloo said sticking his tongue out. “She sorta cramped up for a little, and um... she was mostly just irritated because she had to wait while me and Apple Bloom were fuc—doing estrus stuff, but it was fine because it was a taste of her own medicine since she made Apple Bloom have to watch before. At least until that ugh...dream...”
“Dream?” Dash asked uncertainly.
“Sweetie had a dream,” Scootaloo said recalling the past week of insanity, “And uhm... it was like, a dream about colts doing her a bunch of times, but she never got to finish. She felt so bad that she kinda went a little crazy that day and uhm... well, it was fine, when Twilight caught her and... helped Sweetie be safe.”
Dash laughed and said, “Lemme guess, Sweetie was trying to corner you, in a room somewhere. Stick her face in your butt and get herself good and hammered?”
“She sure was! I felt kinda bad for her actually,” Scootaloo said, “Not that I was coming out of hiding or anything. Not until she had the IUD in her and was safe.”
“Oh, so she didn’t have it yet,” Dash said in cautious awareness.
Scootaloo nodded. “Yeah, Twilight—I mean... the doctor said Sweetie had to wait until her estrus came back, to make sure she didn’t have a foal that an IUD could hurt.
“Sweetie was only really crazy ‘cause I had to tell her no,” Scootaloo pondered. “She was just like that close to getting seed in her when she woke up, and really couldn’t think about much else until she had it for real. Like when I’m just about to squirt, but opposite. But I didn’t want to risk what happened to Apple Bloom again, so I told her no. And she just smiled and said that I was going to um... I don’t want to talk about that part. Once Sweetie was safe, we really did it good, and she felt so much better she was even crying I swear.”
Rainbow Dash chuckled, saying, “That’s kind of... sweet in a way. Sweetie sure is a cutie. Even if she’s like... so super straight, that she was into colts before she even got her cutie mark.”
“What do you mean by straight, anyway?” Scootaloo asked in puzzlement.
“Oh, that’s a term for... heh eh...” Dash flicked her tail anxiously. Right, Scootaloo is a colt. Rainbow didn’t want to actually address the elephant in the room, but... “It means she’s a filly who likes colts, and goes straight for ‘em. Or a colt who likes fillies. A filly who likes fillies doesn’t go straight for the colts, but turns around and goes back to do the fillies!”
“But fillies don’t have penises,” Scootaloo said skeptically. “How’s she gonna do anything if they’re both fillies?”
“Doesn’t matter if she can or not,” Rainbow shrugged. “It’s just what she wants. All she knows is she likes those fillies way better than some dumb colts. She just has to figure it out then. But I’ll tell ya one thing. You better think twice if you think fillies don’t have any penises.”
Reaching over she waggled the dildo in front of this cute colt’s nose going, “I got seven, remember?”
Scootaloo startled up in shock, almost whacking himself with it, saying, “Oh, so—!”
Rainbow gave a guilty smile and said, “Yeah...” Dash sighed. It was going to be so hard to tell this colt that she just wasn’t interested in him. He really thought she was gonna do him, and she just... messed up and thought he was a filly.
“So when Sweetie licked Apple Bloom, while I was doing Sweetie,” Scootaloo said excitedly, “That made me straight, and Sweetie... not straight? Going back to the fillies?”
What? What did that have to do with Rainbow having to shoot this poor kid down? Rainbow actually didn’t know the answer to that. “...yes,” she attempted testily.
“Oh, I see...” Scootaloo said thoughtfully.
“Look. Kid,” Rainbow said, leaning towards the colt in her bed. “I... I don’t do colts.”
Scootaloo looked at her in surprise. “Why not?” he asked. Such an innocent question, but so hard to answer. So Dash bluffed.
“I got a r-reputation to maintain! And besides, I don’t even like stallions. Mares are way more fun.”
“But you like me, don’t you?” Scootaloo asked worriedly. “I still I... still wanted to ‘do’ you if I could.”
“No can do, kid,” Rainbow said with a sigh, heaving off the—Scootaloo lunged over and held his hooves on her thigh looking up plaintively and asking,
“Why not? I’m fun, I promise! I won’t let you down, Rainbow Dash!”
“Sorry,” Rainbow said, turning away from the uncomfortable feel of his colt hooves all over her cutie mark, not having the heart to throw him off. “I just... can’t. Not if you’re a colt.”
“But you liked me, Rainbow Dash!” he begged even tearfully, “You really liked me! We were gonna... you were really gonna do it with me! I love you so mu—
“...much,” Scootaloo completed with a lame, scared smile.
“It’s no big deal,” Rainbow said casually, reaching over and... pushing Scootaloo’s hooves off of her hindquarters. Edging away from that spot. “You can find tons of fillies who’ll let you do your uh, colt thing,” she said helpfully.
Scootaloo just shook his head, saying, “Nopony is you, Rainbow Dash! I... why can’t we? I don’t mind. I c-can get Sweetie if you need a filly. Please Rainbow Dash I need you to... I mean I really really would like it I mean, you even had me on the bed... it was going to happen, and you just...” Then he turned away from her, shuddering. It hurt way more than Rainbow Dash would’ve liked.
“C-come on, squirt,” she said, trying to cheer up the despondant fill—colt. “You really wanna see me with some big dumb stallion?”
“I’m not dumb,” Scootaloo said hotly, turning to look at her with sudden anger. “I just look like a filly, a-and I always have. You don’t even care about me, do you! You only liked me b-because you thought I was a—!
“F-filly...” he concluded, turning away again and hunching over, wrapping his tail around his p-private place. He looked just like Dash did, when she... he just looked really sad, okay?
“Look, I’m a filly who likes fillies,” Dash said, stalking on the floor beside her bed. “It’s as simple as that. You can do me but I won’t even—” she froze mid sentence, then firmed her lip and kept going. “I won’t enjoy it like a real filly would. L-like I mean, like a filly who deserves... I mean, I might not like it, so you can still um, we can’t tell anypony but uh”
Scootaloo interrupted her well reasoned argument, saying with a bizarrely hopeful tone in his voice and a sniffle, “Rainbow Dash... you’re ...a colt, too??”
“What?” Dash blurted snapping her head around to stare at him in shock. “No. No! No. No. no. No.” she told him, punctuating her nervous hoof steps. “I did not mean to imply that. I just got kinda I mean, you know what it feels... actually no, you don’t. Or maybe you do?”
Scootaloo stared at her uncomprehendingly.
“I’m a... uh...,” Rainbow Dash said uncertainly, “It’s like... the opposite of a mollyfilly. I don’t... do filly things. It just doesn’t work for me. I don’t like fancy dresses, and tea parties are boring, and I don’t care if my neighbors are having foals, and I don’t care about my stupid family, so I just—some ponies think I don’t count as a filly, that I can’t... y’know, that having a thingamadoodle isn’t good enough.”
“Thingamawhat?” Scootaloo said, with that weird expression on his face.
“...vagina,” Dash said after some thought.
“Oh,” Scootaloo said with relief, nodding. “I think that totally makes you a real filly. I mean, it’s not broken or anything? I could still go in it right?”
“No, you can’t—I mean, I just said... you can... augh!” Dash shook her head roughly, stepping away from the bed. She didn’t run away, she just... needed to stand a bit further away that’s all.
“You’re lucky, you know that?” Rainbow said soberly to Scootaloo behind her. “I wish I was like you. You got a... you got all the equipment to be a boy. Nopony tries to get you into dresses.”
“Uh, actually...” Scootaloo said quietly, but Dash was on a roll.
“You can be tough like me,” she said, “You can be cool, and daring, and have fun like me, and do everything I like to do, and you won’t ever have these filly parts in you, just trying to make you all... all weird and stuff. I... I don’t want this stupid weird feeling making me d-do things. You know estrus, right? It’s not fair!”
Scootaloo’s voice drifted from behind her, saying in his scratchy, girlish tones, “Having a colt thing makes you all weird and stuff, too.”
“Oh, how so?” Dash said a bit defensively, half turning and giving her colt a challenging look.
“We saved her in the end,” Scootaloo explained, “But I made... I made Apple Bloom pregnant.”
“Yeah, you mentioned. Not your best moment, squirt. Definite dick move, there,” Dash stated somewhat critically.
“I know,” he said guiltily. “I feel terrible about it. It was so scary. But I mean, I felt terrible about it, while I was doing it! Uh, sort of. It was really hot. But it wasn’t like with Sweetie. I really truly knew it was going to make Apple Bloom pregnant, and hurt everypony, and I just did it anyway! I knew her estrus was making her all weird and stuff, and she didn’t really want to. But I just couldn’t hold back! It was so easy...
“I felt way different after I did it in her,” Scootaloo said with downcast eyes. “I wouldn’t have even touched her then, even if I could. But it was too late, I did her until she was just freaking...dripping!”
Dash tried to pretend the thought of that didn’t make her quiver in anticipation.
“As long as I haven’t squirted, I just...” Scootaloo shook his head confusedly. “It changes me, so that I have to do her and do her. I couldn’t even see why it was so bad anymore, until it was too late and it let me think again, and... she might have had to move, Rainbow Dash! If they lost the farm, I might have never seen Apple Bloom again!
“So...” he concluded mutedly. “Colt things make you feel weird too, a lot. It’s just that filly things do it first, and then once the filly is feeling weird, his colt thing does it second. It’s like magic when me and Sweetie do it. She just does that to me. But it makes it really, really hard to stop. Or say no. Or um... stop smelling you...
Rainbow almost didn’t catch that last part. She thought he meant the fillies at first. But the way he was blushing at her, and his nose was twitching, and the way he was hard as a timber pine, it was pretty obvious Scootaloo was talking about her. In this nice little enclosed room, exactly the way fillies in estrus like to trap colts with their scent, so they can’t resist, and Rainbow had...
“Oh, my scent—” Rainbow Dash realized, looking under her colorful tail. “Oh darn it, Scoots I didn’t mean to... I’ve been standing here this whole time, making you stay here, and you’re a colt. Of course it’s messing with you! I didn’t even... and now it’s too late, and you’re all... colty now.”
“I don’t even bucking care,” Rainbow Dash said furiously, turning and backing right up to the bed on which Scootaloo precariously perched. “I won’t like it or anything,” she said irritably, “I don’t even care. Go ahead and put it in there. You can do it and really do it. You want me, you can have me. I’ll still do fillies, but just this once it’s okay, so just do it already.”
It felt weird to raise her tail, like, scary, while also satisfying. Dash hated being controlled like this, but she was the one who stupidly went and practically stuffed her muff in his face. Now Scootaloo’s boy thing was all crazy, and it was Dash’s responsibility to... to make him okay again. She knew how it felt to be that horny, and she couldn’t stand the idea that Scootaloo would have to suffer like that, for something she messed up on.
“C’mon Dash, stop kidding me!” Scootaloo said in a nervous warble.
“I’m not kidding,” Rainbow insisted firmly. “You’re a colt, you got a penis, fine. I get that. So put it in me, and enjoy yourself. I don’t mind, if it’s... you.”
“I’m not gonna put it in,” Scootaloo said with a frustrated huff.
Dash turned all flustered to look at him. “But you’re a colt!” she said in aggrivation. “My mare stuff made you all weird, you said it yourself! What happened to not being able to stop?”
“You said,” Scootaloo retorted, “It’ll only be half way, if you don’t feel good too. I can’t just... my boy thing isn’t that bad. I did it because Apple Bloom wanted to be pregnant, so bad! And if you... if you don’t like me, I just... I don’t wanna do it.”
Dash practically collapsed on the floor. Or literally, more like. “I can’t believe you!” she wailed, unable to comprehend his strange behavior. “You know what happened the last time I did that for a colt?” she accused him.
Scootaloo didn’t, but Rainbow Dash was going to tell him anyway, whether he liked it or not. “He was in me before I could even turn my tail!” she said in frustration. “He said ‘You’re a lucky mare, Rainbow Crash,’ and then he started doing it. It was stupid, and I was in heat and I didn’t care, and—”
“Who the buck calls you Rainbow Crash?!” Scootaloo interrupted in utter astonishment.
Dash looked at him a while, and said. “...a lot of ponies call me Rainbow Crash. I crash. A lot.”
“No you don’t,” Scootaloo said emphatically. “I’ve seen you go supersonic, without even crashing! You can turn on a dime, right in the middle of a dive!”
“Yeah, but I do crash sometimes,” Dash corrected him.
“Doesn’t everypony?” he asked.
“Other ponies don’t crash as much as me!” Dash shouted. Why was she so worked up about this? She was Rainbow Crash! Dash! She meant to think Dash!
“Other ponies aren’t doing a sonic rainboom!” Scootaloo protested right back while Dash jumped to her hooves, the fillycolt sounding a lot more confident than she felt. “If they tried,” he said, “They’d crash so much, that they’d never even do it! You crash way less than other ponies!”
“Yeah, well,” Dash huffed and said... no wait, that sort of made sense. “Well, yeah,” she said thoughtfully. “I guess I do crash less than other ponies.”
“Your stunt average is three nine six,” Scootaloo said seriously, “You’re the best flyer to ever come out of Cloudsdale.”
Rainbow Dash had to smile at her own phrase turned right back at her. “Heh, I guess I am,” she said with a tingle of pride in her very aerodynamic breast. She looked at Scoots there all... he was saying all that while his thing was stiff as a pole. No wonder he hadn’t jumped down yet! So he had a hardon, because of her stupid estrus, and he was telling her he wouldn’t do it. And that she wasn’t stupid and clumsy like dad always...
Rainbow shook her head. She wasn’t going to let him just not be a colt, like his body wanted him to be. She knew he wanted it, and this kid deserved it like ten times more than all the jerks who put their dick in her back when she was littler. Why did they get to do her and he didn’t, just because Rainbow Dash had made some stupid mistakes? She backed her rump to the cloud bed again, lifting her tail and firming her hind hooves on the floor. “C’mon then,” she said jokingly, “Let’s try my newest trick: making your boy thing disappear!”
“I j-just said I don’t wanna,” Scootaloo said staring underneath Rainbow’s bright tail, where she was all making him feel hot for fillies. “If you don’t enjoy it!” he asserted, tearing his eyes away to look at her with such an adorably disapproving look for such a silly looking little ...colt.
“Hey, you know, I said I wouldn’t,” Dash said trying to wiggle all sexily, “But I dunno, maybe I will enjoy it! I thought you were different if you were a colt, but you’re just like, still Scootaloo. I mean it’s dumb; I know you are. Just, I don’t know, maybe I might enjoy it! You never know if you don’t try, right?”
“That’s true...” he said doubtfully. “I could just t-try a bit. If you don’t like it we can stop. I really want to make you feel good though.”
“Me too, squirt,” Dash said with more emotion in her voice than she expected. Facing forward and bracing her legs she said, “Well, come on. Get started already. You got plenty of height from that bed, so just go to town whenever you want!” A giddy sort of anticipation filled her, not that she was turned on or anything but she just was kind of curious if Scootaloo could do anything for her. She guessed she’d find out when he mounted her. Jeez, Scootaloo that adorable filly, and she was a he, and here Dash was ready to take him right up her thingamadoodle!
Scootaloo’s penis felt really soft and wet. It was weird because he managed to hit Dash with it on her mare parts before his little hooves even came down on her rump. Good grief, why was his penis so wet and curvy. It was sliding all around her back there like he couldn’t figure where to put it in. And then it pinched her
clitoris
between his lips. Dash felt all her hair standing on end. He was a colt, right? Right?? She tried to turn and tried to ask, “What,” but she just couldn’t with how eagerly he was... he was totally licking her! Lipping her! He was licking her and Celestia, did he know how! She... she needed to track down Cloudchaser sometime, get herself another screaming orgasm. He was tugging on her vulva just like... oh Celestia he wasn’t stopping!
She couldn’t even stand it, the sheer irony of the situation. She thought her biggest fan was just another colt, and here he was doing her like a filly. She thought only fillies could do this, because they didn’t have to stick it in. She felt weak kneed from his attentions back there. It wasn’t something she was unfamiliar with, but sure as Tartarus is lonely, it wasn’t what Rainbow Dash was expecting!
She was about to climax and he just stopped licking her! Her tail was practically slapped down on top of him as she shouted out needily, “Keep—keep licking! I need it, you gotta you gotta!” His tongue came back then as she growled an anxious affirmative. She couldn’t see him back there... she would totally do this belly up with him, if just so she could see that—that colt who adored her so much sticking his tongue—augk he was sticking it in her she was
