Morning rolled around, and three young adult ponies and a young adult dragon met at the fountain in town square. They were each ready to face the new day, and as a group walked off to find their missing component. It was then that Applebloom noticed something different about her friend, and thus she made her enquiries. “Sweetie Belle, you feelin' okay?”

“Sure am, why?”

“Well, yer wearing a summer dress, an' Ah don't see any heeled sandals. In fact, yer wearing sneakers, an' you ain't done that since our last gym class in school.”

“Well... um, I had my heels on from yesterday for... I don't know how long. Spike?”

“Let's see, you had them on after getting changed at Bloom's, and it was a least two hours before I let you down, then we walked back, and I think I let you out around eleven, possible later.”

“There you go, Applebloom. I was wearing them for a good eight hours, so my feet were hurting this morning. Therefore, sneakers. Why, what's wrong? Do they not go with the dress?” The trio snickered at her, knowing full well how much she tried to copy her sister when it came to fashion.

“Nah, it's fine. Ah can understand why yer wearing them though. An' so can Rumble, ain't that right?” He turned his head away from the group and muttered something, so Applebloom walked around his other side and ran a hand across his chest. “Ah tell you what, 'e's got some right nice legs, an' they look even better in heels.”

“Dude... what?” With a sigh Rumble turned to the dragon, and gave a quick glance to the side to ensure that there was nopony within ear shot.

“I agreed to help her understand why she couldn't escape. Didn't think I'd be the one in the ropes.”

“Right, and the heels?”

“She also decided that it had to be exactly the same, so forcibly dressed me in the same outfit she was wearing and got a pair of her sister’s shoes.” Of course, the pair immediately burst out laughing as he expected, but he smirked over at Applebloom as he remembered their further activities, causing her to look away with a blush, which Sweetie Belle noticed.

“Applebloom, got something to tell us?”

“Well, 'e tried to get out of the ropes, so I punished 'im.”

“How?” The question was answered when she looked at Rumble's muzzle and then down to the floor, the others easily connecting the dots. “You let him do that? What was it like?”

“Felt like 'eaven.”

“What else?”

“Well, Ah let him down, and got t' scissors, cutting 'im free.” Spike nudged Rumble with an arm and leant close to the peagsus.

“Bet you them gave her the same treatment, huh?”

“Um, no. You see, when she says 'free', she didn't mean the ropes, she meant something else. And then we...” His wings said it for him, spreading out to his full width, causing Spike to give him the accepted congratulations between stallions, the high five, and Sweetie Belle to squeal with joy as she rushed over and hugged her friend.

The moment was disturbed when they sensed somepony watching them, and they turned to find a squad of Royal Guards standing behind them. One approached and removed his helmet, the enchanted blue mane returning to his natural light brown. His eyes roamed over the group and settled on the two mares. “You look about the right age. Is one of you by any chance Scootaloo?” They both shook their heads, trying to workout what she had done to garner this kind of attention. “Could you possibly point us in the right direction?”

“Sure mister, follow us. We're all headin' there anyhow.” With that, the large group began their walk once more, Applebloom dropping back to the guard. “What's Scoots done? Is it bad?”

“She has done nothing, as of yet anyway.” The sound of shouting and crashing could be heard, and Applebloom's ears splayed back.

“Oh no... 'e's home.” The guards looked to the house where the noises were coming from, something flying out of the window, and they could hear the voices clearly.

“AND JUST WHERE IS THAT LITTLE SKANK ANYWAY? PROBABLY GETTING RUTTED SILLY IN SOME BACK ALLEY, JUST LIKE HER MOTHER! NOW, ARE YOU GOING TO GIVE ME THE MONEY OR WHAT?”

The red haired guard picked up the object, seeing a family photo. There was a pegasus mare and filly, along with an earth pony stallion. Applebloom leant over his shoulder and tapped the filly. “That's Scoots. Why are y'all looking for her?”

“PLEASE, YOU'RE HURTING ME!” That was the last straw, the squad rushed the house and barged the door open, dragging out the kicking and screaming stallion. The mare from inside ran out, but the guard caught and kept her out of the way. “STOP, YOU'LL HURT HIM!”

“It's no more then he deserves. Squad, take him away. I can smell the alcohol from here. We'll give him a few hours in the local cells and then talk with him.” Profanities of every kind filled the street as his wrists were shackled and he was dragged through the street, the mare in the guard's arms struggling to get free. “Firefly, calm down. FIREFLY!”

She stopped moving, staring up at the guard. “Do... I know you?”

“Know me? You're my wife! I thought... I'd lost you in the fire. How did you get out?”

“I don't remember any fire. I know I have some missing memories, but nothing about a fire, or you.”

“Then where is our daughter? I thought I had lost her as well.” He let go of her and stepped away, removing the breastplate of his armour. As soon as he dropped it to the floor, the enchantment disappeared and his white fur was now orange, exactly the same shade as Scootaloo. “Firefly, I gave up after looking for you around Manehatten... If I'd known you were right under my nose the whole time...”

“You're... not my husband! You just had him arrested! NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!” The mare ran back into the house, and he chased after her, banging on the door.

“Firefly, I have proof! Please, let me show you!”

“GO AWAY AND LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE!” The stallion sank down on the doorstep, staring at the ground in front of him. He looked up when four shadows fell over him, seeing the group that had brought him here.

“Are ya really Scoot's real dad? An' you have proof?” He wordlessly reached in the breast pocket of his uniform, pulling out an old photograph. He looked at it for a few moments and then handed it to them.

“It's... the only thing I have left. Please, if you know where she is...” They flipped the picture over, eyes going wide at what they saw. It was a hospital room, with the pegasus stallion sat next to a bed that contained Firefly. And in his arms... there was no mistake, it could only be Scootaloo. The adult’s manes were meshed together, and they created the same shade of magenta that their friend had.

“What's yer name, mister?”

“Starburst. Lieutenant, fourth regiment of Her Majesty's Solar Guard... and a failure as a father.”

“Spike, Rumble, take the lieutenant 'ere to t' library. Ah think Twi can help us with this one. We'll go look for Scoots.”

“Looking for Scootaloo?” The group turned to see Snails walking by, and he had overheard their conversation. “Last I saw her she was still with Pipsqueak. I heard they left the club together. Anyway, if you see her, tell her to let us know when she wants to get together again.”

They instantly knew what club he was talking about, and didn't want to believe Pip was there. But they knew Snips and Snails went there a lot, so he probably was... but that meant Scootaloo was with all three of them. “Tell me...” They turned back to the guard who was refitting his breastplate. “...where does this 'Pipsqueak' live?”

“Large house, four blocks over. You can't miss it.” Rumble knew he had said something wrong with the three glares being thrown at him, and then the group took off running after the guard who had flown away. Little did he know, but Rumble was about to get his friend killed.

The sound of birds singing drifted in through the window, causing the mare to stir. Cracking open her eyes, she stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. She felt refreshed, not having slept so well in so long. She normally had nightmares involving fire, but she could never understand why. And then the previous day's memories came back, how she had asked them to restrain her and fill her holes.

For the first time since she became sexually active, she felt disgusted with herself, and with those who didn't stop her. But there was one that showed hesitation all evening. A smile came to her face as she moved her arm to grip the stallion that had been so kind to her, but her hand hit nothing but sheets.

Sitting up, she saw a glass of orange juice on the table with a piece of paper next it. Taking a sip of the liquid, she grabbed the note and read it over.

She pulled the note to lips and gave it a little kiss, sighing as his scent drifted through her nostrils. She heard a shout and shuddered, recognising her stepfather's voice, but not the words. She was glad that she stayed the night, and then heard the noise of kitchenware being moved around, and glanced over the the chair opposite the bed, where her clothes were on the back of it.

She remembered back to Pipsqueak the night before, and what he said. 'You don't have to...' The words echoed in her mind as she made her decision, rising from the bed. She stripped off Pipsqueak's clothing, folding it over and placing it on the bed. Going through the same routine as the day before, she put her own stuff back on, leaving the panties on the desk.

Reaching into her bag, she brought out her makeup kit, which contained three things. First came the eyeliner, followed by the mascara. Finally her brush came out, and she decided on a different mane style. Pulling some back, she ran the brush forwards, giving her a little fringe, then combing the rest of it back.

She then used a trick her mom had shown her to give her mane curls, and she smiled happily at the mare staring back at her from the mirror. It was like a completely different mare was seated there, and she had to do her best to stop tears from falling. She didn't want to waste time re-applying her make up.

Picking up her boots, she walked towards the door as quiet as possible. Sliding along the wooden floorboards in her stockings made almost no noise, and she crept down the stairs, sitting on the bottom few. Quickly slipping her feet into, and then lacing up her boots, she stood once more a got used to the feel, then got things ready before she crept towards the kitchen.

Pipsqueak had just turned away from the stove to gather some ingredients, but looked over his shoulder as he heard it click off. Before he could focus on it, an orange hand fell over his eyes, whilst the other spun him around. “Keep your eyes shut, okay?” He nodded and did as asked, feeling the hand move away.

He was then led out of the kitchen, hearing thuds on the wooden floor. I guess she put her boots back on. Is she leaving? I hope not... I like having her here. She then stopped, and Pipsqueak didn't know where he was. He was pushed back a little and he felt the back of his legs press against his couch, and he was pushed onto it. “Scootaloo, what's going on?”

“You'll find out in a minute. Now just wait.” He heard her move away, heading over to his stereo and going through his music. “No... no... no... hay no, what is this stuff... oh, I can go with this.” He heard the record slipped onto the player, and the needle at the ready, but nothing coming out of the speakers. “You said we didn't have to do anything... but this time you don't, just watch. This is something I've been saving for the right time. Open your eyes.”

He did so at the same time as the music started playing, staring at the scene set before him. The curtains were drawn, and the room was lit by candles. Scootaloo was stood in the middle, wearing her corset, stockings, and boots. Her wings were wrapped around her front, and she dropped them once the intro started.

She began to sway her hips in time with the beat, lifting a leg up and spinning on the other to face him, continuing to move her body in time with the music. He had seen her sneaking out of the dance classes a few times, and knew that it was just her, the teachers and her classmates that had seen her dance before. But combining ballet with a lapdance... that was something he had never seen before, and he was fully entranced as she continued to show him how flexible her body was, bending sideways at the hip and raising a leg sideways, going to almost a hundred and eighty degrees to the other, giving him a full view of everything.

She then dropped to the floor and began to crawl her way towards him. She slid her body over his, straddling his lap and running her hands through his mane, pushing in for a passionate kiss, and grinding herself on his lap. He brought his hands up and began to run the through her wings, but she pulled away and stopped him, a smile on her face. “Now now, you can't touch. But I can touch you.”

Pipsqueak watched as she slid back towards the floor, biting her lip. Her hands came up and unbuckled his belt, then the button on his jeans and the zip were undone. The rational part of his mind was telling him to stop, but the look in her eyes told him he would be in trouble if he did. Scootaloo pulled his pants down to his ankles, and then gripped his boxers with her teeth. She didn't break eye contact as she dragged them down his legs, revealing that he had indeed enjoyed the show.

Brining her head back up to his crotch, she grasped the base of his cock in her hand and licked the tip, smirking as he shuddered from her touch. She then opened her mouth and put his tip in, keeping her eyes locked to his she began to take his length. He gasped for breath as her head began to bob up and down, watching her free hand slide down her body and to her exposed marehood.

He could feel the pressure building, but she stopped when there was a knock on the door, followed by a muffled voice. She went to continue when the door was knocked from it's hinges, a Royal Guard bursting through the door. Scootaloo pulled away from Pipsqueak as they both stared at the stallion, who took the scene at a glance and drew his sword. He focused on the young stallion on the couch and walked towards him, his voice laced with a dangerous growl. “What... are you doing... to my daughter?!?!?!”

Author's Notes:

Yes, Scootaloo was dancing in boots like this, but ones that had to be laced up.

This is the piece of fanart that inspired Starburst as her dad.

Yeah, that makes up for the small amounts of clop the past two chapters.

So... Snips and Snails have lost Slutaloo... what are they going to do now?
Tatsurou, hush.