>Dear Diary,
>Only a month since I started soccer, and I already made the team!
>My first match is tomorrow, against the rival school across town.
>They call themselves the Diamond Dogs.
>Stupid name, if you ask me.
>I'll be playing on the wing, just like we practiced.
>The school gave me a uniform, so I actually have something to play in now too.
>Rainbow Dash even gave me a pair of her old boots!
>Apparently she's been playing since she was younger than me.
>I hope I'm good enough to be useful tomorrow.
>I've been getting so much better at soccer.
>Running too.
>I'm pretty much the fastest player on the team now.
>Except for Dashie, obviously.
>I've been getting better at other things too.
>Like not staring at Rainbow dash in the locker room.
>I still can't help myself sometimes, but I don't think anyone's noticed me getting wet so far.
>I don't think anyone noticed me paying extra attention to my special place in the showers either.
>That's really hard to control.
>I mean, I have to wash down there anyway, and Dashie is right there next to me.
>Naked.
>And I just can't seem to drag my fingers away.
>I'd better go to bed now though.
>I have a big day tomorrow.
 
"Don't worry squirt, you did fine out there."
>She's just saying that.
>She's just trying to make you feel better and you know it.
>You were the weak link.
>The Diamond Dogs could see it too.
>They always attacked down your wing, and you could do nothing to stop them.
"Hey come on, everyone has to start somewhere right? We still won anyway."
>Yeah, no thanks to me.
>The few times I did touch the ball, they tackled me immediately.
>I was useless.
>Worse than useless.
"Yeah, I guess."
"That's the spirit. Come on, lets get out of this kit."
 
>Another shower with Dashie successfully navigated
>No-one noticed my wet panties, and I think I even managed not to blush too much in the shower.
>At least towelling myself off doesn't hurt so much any more.
>Towel.
>Dang it!
>How did I forget to put my towel in my bag?
>I have to go back and get it!
>Come on Scoots, run!
>You have to get there before they close the building!
 
>The locker room.
>I hope they've not locked up yet.
"Oooh!"
>What?
>That sounded like Dashie!
>And it sounds like the kind of thing I shouldn't walk in on.
>But I really need my towel back.
>Maybe it's nothing bad.
>I'll just open the door a crack, to be sure.
>That's all.
>I'm not a pervert or anything.
>Come on scoots.
>Just put your hand on the door and push.
>Gently...
 
>It is dash, I was right!
>And... Soarin?
>What's he doing in the girls' locker room?
"Like that, my star player?"
"Mm-hmm..."
>His hand...
>His hand is in her shorts.
>her eyes are closed.
>And she's leaning back on his...
>No, not leaning.
>Massaging.
>Is this how they do it?
>No Scootaloo, you were just going to check, and now you've checked.
>You can stop touching yourself and close the door now.
>
>Now.
>
>Oh, who am I kidding?
>I don't even care if someone finds me.
>It should be me in there though.
>With Dashie.
>How could a boy ever know how to treat a girl properly?
>She seems to like it though.
>You stupid girl, it's not what he's doing, but who he is.
>I bet I could make her feel better though.
>He probably never even used his tongue on her, I bet.
>Wouldn't know how to.
>But I do.
>At least, I think I do.
>And I would, for hours and hours and...
>He's looking at me.
>Directly at me.
>No no no no no!
>I'm busted!
>I'm so dead!
>Dash will think I'm a pervert!
>She'll never ever want to...
>Did...
>Did he just wink at me?
 
>He's not saying anything.
>But he's still staring at me.
>Dash hasn't noticed, her eyes are still closed.
>Why hasn't he said anything?
>And why am I still touching myself?
"Ohh yeeees, right there Soarin!"
>And now he's kissing her neck.
>Still staring at me.
>Does he like me watching?
>What a freak.
>But you're the one watching, Scootaloo.
>Who's the real freak here?
"Keep going, Soarin, I'm close..."
>Is she really going to cum?
>I can't believe it.
>This boy is going to make her cum?
>I'm feeling pretty close myself...
"Oh Soarmhff mmhff!"
>She's kissing him and shaking now.
>Was that it?
>I can barely restrain myself when I finish.
"Was that good?"
>Was he talking to me?
>He's still looking at me...
"Mm-hmm."
>She's nuzzled against his chest now.
>Maybe that was the real deal.
>Her eyes are open.
>Close the door, maybe she won't notice.
"Oh, hey, looks like Scootaloo left her towel here. I'll take it back on my way home"
>Great, now you have to beat her home, Scootaloo.
>You can't walk in now, they'll know what you were doing.
"Just leave it babe."
"No, she might need it. Her place isn't that far out of my way. See you tomorrow?"
"Sure."
>Better start running.
 
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>Come on, Scootaloo, just a few more laps.
>Not long before the other girls leave.
>Then you won't have to see Rainbow Dash naked.
>They might think you're weird for staying out, but it's better than the pain of seeing her.
>Soarin knows you're weird anyway.
>He's been looking at you funny all day.
>Might as well have everyone else think it too.
>Sigh.
>Twenty minutes.
>That should be enough time.
>Finally I can head in and have a shower.
It probably won't make me feel clean though.
 
>No-one's here.
>Good.
>I can get changed in peace for once.
"Scootaloo?"
>What?
"Soarin? What are you doing here?"
"I saw you the other day, when I was in here with Rainbow Dash. I saw you watching."
>Oh please no...
"She was enjoying what I was doing, you understand that right?"
"Uh, sure, but..."
"I could make you feel good too. You're very pretty, Scootaloo."
>Please, stop coming closer.
>My back's against the wall.
"Uh I don't really-"
>My mouth.
>His hand is on my mouth.
"Nonsense. All the girls like it. You're not different from the other girls right?"
>I am, more than you know.
>But I can't let on.
>Just nod.
"And you want to feel good right."
>Shake your head, you can still get out of this.
"Sure you do. It's easy, just relax."
>No.
>Please, no...
 
>Stop kissing me.
>Get off.
>Why am I getting wet?
>His hand is on my breast.
>I can't push him away.
"See? It's not so hard."
"Ah-!"
>One hand on my mouth, the other on my crotch.
"Ssh, Rainbow Dash is across the hall, waiting for me. What would she think if she saw us here?"
>I don't know.
>She might take his side.
>And now his hand is in my shorts.
"See, I said you'd like it. What would Rainbow Dash say if she saw you enjoying this?"
>He's right.
>I can't help it, it does feel good.
>But I hate that it feels good.
>What does that make me?
"Uhhgh..."
"There's a good girl."
>At least his hand is off my mouth now.
>But it's not much better around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
"Feels good right?"
"Uh-huh"
>Just close your eyes, Scootaloo.
>Try to ignore the tears running down your cheeks.
>Ignore his other hand up your shirt.
>Ignore his fingers probing your insides.
>He'll be done soon.
"What are you doing!?"
>Dashie?
 
>Release.
>Finally he's off me.
>Stop sobbing, Scootaloo.
>Get up.
>I said get up.
>You must look pathetic right now.
>Clothes half off.
>Lying in a pool of tears and sweat.
>I hate you.
"What's wrong with you?"
>See, even Dashie agrees.
>She must hate you too.
>I wish i could die.
>I wish I had the strength to stand and smash my head against the wall.
>I wish...
"Babe, she dragged me in here. She practically stuck my hand down there herself!"
"Oh, Is that why she's crying on the floor now?"
"Come on, you're not going to believe her little act, are yo-"
CRACK
>Oh look, Soarin's come to join me on the floor.
"She's!"
THUMP
"Half!"
THUMP
"Your!"
THUMP
"Age!"
THUMP
>I've never seen her this angry.
>Or this beautiful.
"Soarin, you're off the team, and if I ever see you looking at a girl the wrong way, I'll make you wish I'd called the cops."
>I'm in her arms
>Finally, I'm in her arms.
>It's not just me hugging her.
"Come on, Scootaloo, let's get out of here."
>I'm so happy.
>But why can't I stop crying?
>
>Great, now I'm getting her shirt all wet.