Oh, Rainbow Dash…

In all her Technicolor glory the greatest flyer in all of Cloudsdale- no, Equestria, stood there. Waiting. Training was hard. A day full of loop-de-loops, sonic swirls, and cloud kicking finally came to an end. Scootaloo now anticipated the final act: a Sonic Rainboom. Sweat beaded off the pair from their exertions, fertilizing the cloud beneath them. Of course, Rainbow wasn’t tired. Hunched over in a starting position, Cloudsdale’s greatest athlete flapped her wings and stretched her legs, lowering herself closer to the cloud preparing to take off. Her muscles rippled, showing off her toned physique. Sexy.

“You ready kid? Cause I’m about to show you my signature move.” The prismatic pony beamed with pride. The show-off could hardly wait.

However, for the first time, Scootaloo ignored her. Perhaps the orange filly simply hadn’t heard, but the way she stared at Dash’s backside argued the contrary.

Scootaloo noticed as a peculiar scent wafted through the air. It permeated her thoughts, nostrils flaring in order to inhale as much of the odor as she could. The younger pegasus wasn’t sure why, or what it was, but she could tell it was coming from Rainbow Dash. And she liked it. Conveniently, being the smaller equine, she was able to level her head with Rainbow’s ass relatively easily. Soon the entirety of Dash’s musk filled her sinuses.

Scootaloo’s brain was acting weird. It noticed the way sweat pooled in the joints of Rainbow Dash’s figure. It traced the movement of her hips as they seductively waved back and forth, clenching and unclenching, positioning for liftoff. And, it told Scootaloo there was something that she wanted- no, needed, to do. To Rainbow Dash. With Rainbow Dash. Involuntarily, she neared her mentor’s tail, enchanted.

Why am I staring at Rainbow Dash’s butt? The orange pegasus wondered in a moment of clarity. Even as she acknowledged her inability to look away, something told her if she watched long enough she might get to see the older mare’s privates. Though she had no idea why she would want that. The thought simultaneously exited and repulsed her. As time wore on, more the former.

Then she felt it: a trickle between her legs. Past her inner thigh, down her leg, and into the cotton of the cloud it ran. It wasn’t sweat. Was she peeing? No, it was too thick to be that either. Thank Celestia, she would die if Rainbow ever found out she had peed herself. It did seem to be coming from the same spot though. Whatever it was, it made her feel really good. And it smelled too. Different from Rainbow's. Actually, the more she imagined seeing Dash’s naughty parts, the more of that strange liquid seemed to pour out her rear. Soon the crevasse between her legs was as soaked as her heroine's. Thighs squeezed together to stop herself from leaking, Scootaloo whined.

No, I-I can't. What's wrong with me? it's just Rainbow...

Oozing across coat hairs, the juice made her flesh stick. Attempting to separate her legs, a distinct slopping sound could be heard as strands of it criss-crossed her rear. Like a spider weaving a web.

Scootaloo flushed. Heat kept rising within her. She could no longer bear it. Body moving, mind reluctant, wet tongue extended: she closed her eyes and met Rainbow’s plot with a sloppy lick. It tasted… dry?

Eyes fluttering open, it took a moment for Scootaloo to disengage her lover: a pillow. The cloth encasing shriveled with drool, spit expanding from the spot where she had buried her tongue. Which only moments before was her heroine’s ass. Scootaloo reoriented to a darkened Carousel Boutique.

A dream, of course it had just been a dream. But those feelings didn’t go away. Rainbow, Rainbow, Rainbow… she couldn’t stop repeating the pegasus’s name in her head.

To Scootaloo’s surprise, her hips continued. Thrusting upward at the idea of coming into contact with the multicolor mare. The actions made a soft thumping sound against the ground. Sleeping bag stretching tight over her body.
Shhhllop. Coming back down, she realized something. The pillow wasn’t the only thing that was wet. Somehow underneath her, a viscous fluid had collected. Just like the dream. That same sticky substance had transcended her nightmare and now leaked from her rear.

Luckily, the other Cutie Mark Crusaders, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle, were still passed out. If there were any other ponies in the world besides Rainbow Scootaloo didn’t want finding out about her little ‘accidents', it would be Applebloom and Sweetie Belle. It was already hard enough being a blank flank. And, though her friends would probably understand, there was no reason to go through all that trouble if she could just take care of the problem herself. Sneaking out of Rarity’s guest room, Scootaloo crept downstairs to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she looked for a drink. Apple juice, perfect. Filling a tall glass she returned to the fillies’ bedchamber.

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By the time morning rolled around, the glass was empty.

“It- it was apple juice,” Scootaloo confessed to Rarity, “Last night I was so thirsty and I just wanted a drink. Sorry I spilled it.” She assumed that Rarity would be rather perturbed, which she was a first, but it was better than letting any of them finding out the truth. Scootaloo grimaced. Just a little white lie, nothing to hurt anypony and it would certainly save her dignity.

“Eww,” commented Sweetie Belle feeling the sticky spot on the sleeping bag, “that’s gross.”

“It’s fine,” Rarity said dismissing the need for further explanation, “I’ll just give it a quick wash before we go. Can’t have you sleeping in this filth for the whole weekend, can we?”

Rarity would be surprised. Filth. It was an apt description. Thinking those thoughts about Rainbow Dash had made her feel rather dirty. Scootaloo felt like each night it was getting worse and worse. Yesterday hadn’t been the first time. And likely wouldn’t be the last. Rainbow, Rainbow, Rainbow, the name still screamed in her mind as the world went about its business.

“Hey Rarity, when do ya think mah sis is gonna get here?” Applebloom inquired, prying attention away from Scootaloo.

“She asked me to be packed so we could leave by noon,” Rarity replied loading the washer, “but I don’t see that happening.” Scootaloo hung her head, “B-because I have so much to pack for our trip yet,” Rarity added quickly.

“As long as we leave today Rare’,” a tan farm mare called from the door, “So try to pack economically, okay?”

“Sis,” Applebloom erupted, “you’re here!”

“Yep,” Applejack confirmed, “so are my little ponies ready to go camping?” Rarity grumbled, giving her friend a harsh stare. “Not you,” retorted the farmer.

“Mhmm,” said Applebloom, “didja get everything from the farm?”

“Sure did,” Applejack replied, “Ah got apple fritters, apple pies, apple sauce, apple jam, apple…”

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle rolled their eyes.How predictable. Well, at least they’d have plenty of snacks.

“Uhh, where’s Rainbow?” asked Scootaloo, “I thought she was coming too?”

“She said she’d meet us up at the first camp site,” Applejack answered, “so as long as we’re there before dark.”

“Okay,” shouted Rarity from under a pile of clothes, “I get it!”

The group of mares giggled as the fussy unicorn sighed dramatically. It was going to be an interesting trip.