Title:           Forbidden Feelings Ch. 2
Author:          heidi666
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First Edit:      Friday 23rd of November 2012 10:53:32 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 23rd of November 2012 10:53:32 AM CDT

Rainbow herself began to get cold as she felt her body heat slowly start to seep into the freezing filly she had clutching tightly to her back. There was also the wind whipping round them to consider, but her years of weather experience told her to get a move on and escape the rainy storm as soon as possible – so she pushed herself upwards even harder. Eventually she plunged head-first into a grey cloud and couldn't resist letting out a whoop of joy afterward as she finally broke through into the weakening sunlight. She turned her head and saw that Scoots still looked absolutely chilled to the bone, but this time she slowed down in the sun to give herself a rest. After all, the poor filly wasn't exactly a featherweight!
Dash continued making her way to her cloud home and after only a couple of minutes gently touched down on the specially put together landing cloud. She bent down so Scootaloo could get off and the filly managed to stammer through her chattering teeth, “W-wow Rainbow, this house is a-amazing! H-how...”
The older pegasus interrupted quickly: “That's a long story Scoots, I don't really want to talk about it right now,” and in a more upbeat tone continued “Besides, we both need to warm up, don'tcha think kid?”
The little filly nodded eagerly as they both trotted into the much warmer house. Rainbow led her upstairs and into the bathroom, showed her the cloud shower and said “Go ahead, you're much colder than me – towels are over there and I'll just be outside, okay?” She stepped outside as Scootaloo nodded slowly.
Not one minute later she heard a voice calling, and sighing to herself made her way into the bathroom again. “Hey kid, what's up? Problems?” Her heart cracked as she saw the poor filly turn to her with tears streaking from her eyes.
“I've never used one of these before... I'm so useless I can't even turn on a bucking shower!” she cried.
Dash rushed to Scootaloo's side and bent down to hug her.
“It's okay kid, don't worry. I'll show you how.”
She stepped in to the shower, hugged Scootaloo and turned the shower on for her. As she turned to leave, she felt a hoof tugging on her.
“Please don't leave...”
Dash was torn. The filly was obviously distraught and needed comfort, but she already felt slightly uncomfortable being in such an intimate position with one so young. She stood there for a couple of seconds trying to make up her mind, but it was Scootaloo's big puppy-dog eyes that finally won her over. She had to put aside her personal feelings for the good of the shaking filly in with her.
As she started soaping Scootaloo and herself down she started musing on her lack of intimate relationships. Dash had never really been intimate with anyone – at least, not in any serious way. Sure, she'd had her silly one-night stands with colleagues on the weather team, but the awkwardness next day meant it was never worth it. In the long run she found it easier to pleasure herself, and had actually bought a wide selection of toys for that very purpose. Discreetly of course, she couldn't bear what people would think of her if they knew!
Suddenly she was brought back to reality as Scootaloo turned around under her ministrations, innocently raising her tail. As a result, her slit was positioned directly in front of Dash's face. Luckily, she'd almost finished soaping them up, so she quickly turned to put the sponge she'd been using away and adjusted the shower for more water. She rinsed them both down and then got two huge fluffy bathrobes for the both of them. As they we're shaking themselves in the bathroom drying off, Dash felt the little filly hugging her.
“Thanks Dash. You're the best.”
“Aw, it's OK kiddo. C'mon, you must be hungry.”
They both went into the living room and Scootaloo threw herself on the sofa, letting out a big groan as she sank into it. Dash smiled as she heard a muffled version of “This sofa's awesome” come from the filly. Her sofa was one of the first luxuries she allowed herself after she'd moved into the cloud house. As she went into the kitchen she shouted out:
“So what do you want for dinner?”
“Whatever, Dash! I know it'll be fantastic.” came back the enthusiastic reply.
She chuckled while taking out her pots and switching on the cooker. Her culinary skills were one of the few things that she didn't consider awesome about herself, but there was no need for Scootaloo to know that! Dash thought she'd stick to something she knew already, simple but delicious – pasta. She put the water on the boil, chucked some salt in and started slicing tomatoes to make the sauce. She then finely chopped some onions and put them in a smaller pot together with some garlic. Only a couple of minutes a delicious smell filled the air and Scootaloo wandered in.
“Wow Dash, that's amazing! Where did you learn to cook like that?”
“Well kid, it's actually one of the few things my dad taught me to do...”
Her voice caught in her throat and she had to turn back to the cooker so the filly wouldn't see the sadness etched into her face.
“You okay Dash?” came an uncertain voice.
Without turning back to face her, she managed to control her voice and stammered: “S-sure kid, I'm fine. Just let me finish this and I'll be over in ten minutes or so.”
Dash started to slide the chopped tomatoes into the pot with the garlic, and as the water had just started to boil she poured the pasta into the bigger pot. As she stirred the pasta and sauce occasionally, she thought for a while about her father. Before her falling-out over the disastrous Wonderbolts audition, he'd always pushed her to do her best in everything, even cooking.
Besides, he was very old-fashioned in some respects: he thought all women should be able to do all the housework, cooking, cleaning etc. So he grilled her in the kitchen as well as the flying practise area. She never really showed any particular aptitude for cooking though, hence her being stuck at pasta. But he kept at it, making her cook meal after meal until he thought it was passable. Finally her mother stepped in and had a big argument with her father, horrified at the quality of the dinners coming out of the kitchen. He stepped down his cooking training after that.
She smiled wistfully as she stirred some basil into the sauce. At least she made him happy once or twice with this dish. Knowing him, it had to be very good indeed.
“Yo Scoots, it's ready!” she yelled. As the filly came running into the kitchen, Dash strained the pasta and served up two big bowls, pouring on the sauce as well. “Hope ya like it kiddo.”
They went next door, bowls in hooves, and sat down at the dining table. For a few minutes, not a sound but chomping was heard from the both of them – Dash really had outdone himself this time. The silence was broken however with Scootaloo saying in a small voice “You weren't really okay earlier, were you Rainbow?”
Rainbow sighed as she muttered “Guess not, kid.” She knew from various town gossip that Scootaloo didn't exactly have an easy upbringing either – maybe they could help each other? She felt a great sense of relief as she started to tell the filly her story from the beginning about her overbearing, pushy father and her bored, distant mother. Halfway through she was surprised by the filly's interruption, “You were lucky...”
Dash could only muster up a few incoherent sounds of disbelief in response.
“At least you had parents. Maybe they didn't care that much for you, but at least they were there. I didn't have anyone. You know what my first memory was? Crying into my pillow at the orphanage. That's right, my parents just upped and dumped me here even before I could fly. And that's saying something, cause even Pound Cake can fly and he's only one month old!” She almost screamed the last bit, and was breathing heavily.
“Aww Scoots, I'm so sorry. Come 'ere, you.” Dash enveloped Scoots in a giant hug, and kept hugging her as she began to quietly sob. “Let's go to bed.”