“Aw’right, Babs…” she started fixing her mane as a mechanical gesture, careful to never unlock her gaze from her reflection’s. “Jus’ calm down. Act natural. You got nothin’ to worry about.” Her ears flopped down. She bit her lip when the cold metal of her piercing lightly touched her skin. A patch of orange fur showed on her well rounded belly, quickly covered by her short sleeved black shirt.

“Youse goin’ to see your friends and family. Nothin’ and nopony are going ta get in your pants!”

The train clattered lightly as it entered a gallery, Babs lost her footing as the sunlight disappeared briefly behind the stone walls, her hooves went wobbling on the bathroom’s floor. She firmly grasped the sink to regain her balance and looked at her reflection again, disdainful of her racing heartbeat. “Nothin’ will go wrong! Nothin!”

Babs Seed sighed, leaning on the bathroom’s door and looking at the trembling ceiling of the train. Several knocks came from behind her back but she ignored them. Her crotch weighed considerably more in her pants, which tightened painfully around her groin. She bit her lower lip longing for just a cold shower to end her troubles. “I hope so, at least…”

Everypony makes some mistakes when young. Having been a crusader one should have subscribed to them! The one thing a former crusader should hope for is not having that small mistake snowball into a city wide disaster, but what were the odds of that?

The train stopped and Babs Seed ran out of the bathroom, giving a small puff to lift her crimson lock out of her eyes. The doors opened and in her mind, her mantra of Nothing will go wrong echoed faster and faster. The only thing she cared now was just to see her friends again and hug them as strongly as possible.

The steam rose and Ponyville’s train station came to view when the train door clicked open and she saw four figures standing among the fog, sweeping her worries away, at least for a while. One of them breached through the fog in a bright crimson flash the moment her hoof touched the wooden platform. It looked like she was beaten to the punch.

“Babs!” Applebloom had always been a strong filly but when she lunged at her and locked her arms around her generous flanks, lifting her from the ground up, a small squeak of pain escaped her lips. Didn’t spoil the moment for her, though. Applebloom was giving such a genuine smile that the Sun did actually shine brighter. What is a broken back in comparison?

“Y-You’ve been working out, coz?” she asked with a strained smile as her hooves wiggled back and forth, searching for the ground. Her arms still worked and awkwardly hugged back her beloved cousin.

“How did ya guess?” She showed up with a simple jean jacket over a tank top, showing off her bare, muscular arms. Her cousin also wore a pair of jeans a little tore up at knee height, no doubt worn out by long days of applebucking.

“I know ya well.”

“Welcome back!” Sweetie Belle squeaked and joined the hug, grasping more of Babs’ waist than anything else. Her simple white dress with pink trimming flowed in the wind. Babs mentally counted to three and right on cue, Scootaloo scooted on the scene, grasping the side opposite of Sweetie Belle in a tight hug, wearing tight shorts and a simple black tank top.

“Oh, we missed you so much!” the young pegasus said nuzzling Babs plump flank. The Manehattan Mare gulped noisily and tried to keep her crotch equidistant from her friends, keeping her bulge away from the three like she had a Hoopsy Hoop around her waist.

“C’mon, Girls. Let her breath.” Applejack said, causing the terrible trio to let go of Babs and stand obediently in line with an innocent smile on all three, while her older cousin greeted her as well, this time without any injuries.

“We almost thought ya couldn’t make it!” the farmpony rested her palms on Babs’ shoulders.

“And missin’ an Apple Family Reunion? Are you kiddin, Applejack?”

“Ah never kid on these things...unless there’s a chicken crossing tha street and...How does the joke go?”

“Well, the chicken crossed the street because she wanted the co—” Sweetie Belle and Applebloom immediately seized Scoots and sealed her potty mouth with their hands. Scootaloo’s yell of protest was muffled as well.

“Not that version…” Sweetie whispered, her cheeks tinted of burning red. Scootaloo’s eyes widened in realization of what she was going to say and gulped.

Applejack lifted an eyebrow, receiving only a goofy grin from the trio. This drew a smile from Babs as well. Her friends were still the usual and wonderful hilarious bunch. If somepony had changed, it was Babs herself and there was no need to flaunt the news around Ponyville. No need at all.

“Seriously, though. Ya got here jus’ in the nick of time! Is that train strike in Manehattan for real?!”

“At least for a couple o’ days, that was the last train.” The trio ganged up on her again, clinging on Babs like a rock in the middle of the ocean. “Not that my friends are complaining…”

“Neither am ah!” the farmpony chuckled and started fanning herself with a hand. “Pheew! Isn’t hot today?” the three nodded absentmindedly while Applejack unbuttoned her bright red blouse, giving Babs a partial glimpse of her cousin’s finely shaped bosom. Her heart stopped. Her cousin’s piquant chest was moved back and forth by her painfully slow breathing, letting her savor every inch of her golden brown orbs. A small, inconsequential drop of drool fell from the sides of her mouth while the big mistake in her pants started to grow and growl with need…

Please stop that, coz...Please stop it, you down there...

Her jeans pressed against her crotch, nearly choking the raging meat. Her hand clenched into a fist and started shaking as drops of cold sweat ran down her brow. Her rational mind tried to look away from the tantalizing sight but her id didn’t want a word of it. Her other hand trembled and raised slowly, thinking the unthinkable and and how it would feel like to...

“Come on, Coz! We’ve got to catch up, pronto!” Applebloom grabbed her by the shoulders and lead her, as the four of them headed out of the station and being an altogether angel of mercy. Her out of control instinct faded away once the breasts were out of sight, giving Babs the time to have one breath of relief.

“Oh, yeah. Totally! The catching up part! Almost forgot.”

“But first, there’s something we need to do.” Sweetie Belle said and winked to Scootaloo who winked back.

“One, two, three…” Applebloom counted on her fingers and her cousin and Scootaloo lowered their pants while Sweetie Belle lifted her long dress, showing their flanks with their gloriously embroidered Cutie Marks. Babs tried not to focus on Sweetie Belle’s pure white panties framing a finely toned pair of legs or Scootaloo’s perfectly shaped abs with a lucky glimpse of a tuft of wild purple pubic hair, but simply matched the gesture of her friends, showing off her Cutie Mark as well.

“Cutie Mark Former Crusaders, yay!” yelled the four like the four used to and with the same mirth. Applebloom sported a chemical chim with half of a red apple inside with a worm coming out of the bright yellow pulp. Sweetie Belle had a purple musical note next to an elegant purple rose while Scootaloo had a simple lightning bolt coming from a purple cloud. Babs sported purple as well, in the shape of a shield looking frame containing two slices of apple forming a smile.

“It seems like yesterday we got them.” Scootaloo said and pulled her shorts back up, snapping the elastic. “Though we’ve got to find a better name than Former Crusaders. It just hasn’t the same…”

“Panache?” Sweetie Belle suggested.

“I’m not hungry.” Scoots shrugged.

“Well, no matter the name we are still…” Babs quickly spread her arms and pulled the three in a collective hug. “Us.”

“That’s...That was adorable, coz!” Applebloom giggled after giving Babs a friendly poke on the shoulder.

“And it fits in a banner.” Sweetie Belle added. “Not a fancy banner but still. Now that is something with panache!”

“Is that a sauce, then?” Scootaloo asked.

“Ask Rarity for details. I don’t know if she spent too much time in Prance or too little. I don’t always have a dictionary on me.” Sweetie sighed.

“C'est fort regrettable…” Applebloom closed her eyes and shook her head with an impish smile.

“Now you two are just screwing with me.” Scoots said and pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. Sweetie Belle giggled sweetly and put her arm around Scoot’s shoulders, pulling her head toward hers.

Ponyville’s sun was shining brighter than Babs remembered, reflecting itself in the few puddles, leftovers of a previous storm that had quelled that very night. Probably the reason the air was so fresh even with such intense sunlight. The blue skies above were the crown jewel of the blue village, its brilliant colour right out of a painting.

“Impressive, huh?” Scootaloo patted her back.

“As always.” She put a hand on her face to protect her eyes like a salute as she gave a glance of the village coming back to life in the early morning, her nostrils being filled with the healthy country air. “Not even a cloud.” Babs said as she moved her head slowly from left to right as the life in the little village unfolded as usual. Fillies and colts playing catch outside, chatty mares with bags of groceries in their hands while a couple of barechested stallions pulled fruit carts with the mere strength of their arms, their pecs glistening in the sun for the sweat as they flexed and pumped with…

Unsexy thoughts! Unsexy thoughts! Babs almost felt the need to slap herself down there.

“Rainbow Dash’s doing. Having a Wonderbolt doing the daily cleanup is a privilege few villages have.”

“Uhm, Scoots? Mah cousin knows that. Ya tell her every time she gets here.”

“It bears repeating because of how awesome it is. You know, having Rainbow around. Cause she is awesome.“ she squealed and shook her fists side by side, flapping her wings like an excited schoolgirl.

“Glad you two are still friends. Did she teach you some new tricks, by the way?”

“Well, I’d need the scooter for some and a clean track but...check this out.” Scoots grinned and warned the girls to give her some space. The two complied with Babs following after being quickly dragged away by Applebloom.

The pegasus’ small wings went into a frantic beat while Scootaloo flexed her long legs, before jumping high in the air.

The pegasus mare’s flying muscles spread open and swelled as they welcomed the cold wind beneath, complete with extending the arms in front of her. Scootaloo gained more and more height and began a smooth twirl above her friends, flashing even a proud smirk to the three girls below...until a sharp pain stroke one wing, which fell limp.

Scootaloo realized that in mid flight and tried to flap the remaining one harder with the only result of spinning around herself and to plummet to the ground, right on top of her Manehattan friend with a loud thump.

The young athlete found herself face down in front of a more annoyed than injured red maned mare. “It needs some work.” Babs said completely deadpan, her look colder than a refrigerator at the North Pole.

Her cool was soon lost for the feeling of her jeans painfully tightening around her crotch. It was like a small tent being set in her pants and its weight poking right in the lines of Scootaloo’s naked and athletic abs. As awkward as it was, she couldn't deny that being so close to her friend, sharing her warmth, being so close with that impressive physique was too much. Just too much. Her body was far more receptive to that than her mind would and could admit.

They locked their gazes and the heat in her cheeks quickly spread to her chest and fell, drop by drop, to her crotch. Her ample thighs clenched around her burden as Scoots hand reached for her, her fingers brushing against her fingerless gloves while the thing expanded, trying to break free...

“Coz!” Applebloom hurried to her side, throwing away Scootaloo like a sheet of paper. “Are you alright? Does it hurt?”

“Just when I’m laughing.” Babs blinked as she was helped back on her hooves by her cousin and Sweetie. “Ah ah.”

Oh friggin’s Celestia, hope she didn’ notice ‘that’...

“Does it hurt, Scoots?” muttered Scootaloo dripping with venomous sarcasm as she massaged her purple head while sitting on the grass. “Are you injured Scoots?” She dropped the act when concern for her friend reared its face. “Sorry Babs…” The young pegasus’ and Babs’ gazes crossed again before wandering on the ground. “Looks like I got it wrong. Again…” The young pegasus sulked and Babs put a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, don’t ya worry, Scoots. If I didn’t get whacked in the head at least once it wouldn’t be tha same.” she gave a friendly, weak poke to Scoots ribs. “Just like the old days!”

Scootaloo smiled back at her, obviously relieved. “I’ll practice some more, then. Just for you!”

“Oh, I almost forgot. Applebloom!” Applejack said running back to the girls, their antics gone right by her back. Again.

“Yes, sis?” Applebloom said while patting some dust out of her cousins’ clothes.

“Could you wait me up for a minute? Ah’ve got to take care of the last batch of Zap Apple Jam and ah’m waiting for mah client.” Applejack pointed at the cart parked near the station’s entrance behind her with her thumb, packed to the brim with rainbow colored jars.

“Mr. Rich as usual? Sure. Where is he?”

“Well…” Applejack chuckled weakly. “ It’s not Mr. Rich this time, it’s—”

“Just look who is it!”

That voice had the tone of somepony just breaking through a window to make an entrance.

Babs knew that shrill, mocking tone of voice emerging from distant memories. The owner of that voice arrived right next to the group with next to no sound, holding her arms on her hips in a triumphant pose and a proud smirk etched on her lilac face.”The three Blank F...Uuhmmm…” Diamond Tiara’s snide remark crashed and burned before taking flight from her cruel lips. “Stupid force of habit…”

Diamond Tiara tapped her index on her chin, thinking of what to say and searching with her eyes for an answer above them all. The mare at her side, wearing glasses and twirling nervously her ponytail in her fingers, just stood there, awkwardly, shifting her eyes left and right and obviously caught along in the faux pas.

“Spoony?” she poked at her friend with an elbow. “Help me with a nickname here!”

“What about ‘Us’?” Sweetie raised a finger and spoke with her usual candor.

“Yeah! Them! It’s the Them!” Diamond blinked. “Naaah...It just doesn’t have the same panache.”

“Hi, Sweetie Belle!” Silver Spoon waved her hand at the unicorn filly and sported a wide smile, completely ignoring her friend still grumbling over her lack of imagination.

“Hi, Spoon!” Sweetie waved back at her.

“Applebloom.” Silver gave a friendly, nearly imperceptible nod towards the young farmpony.

“Spoon.” Applebloom very courteously returned the nod.

Scootaloo and the Silver Spoon said nothing to each other. Instead, they exchanged an annoyed glare before giving a perfectly synchronized sigh before turning each other’s back. Sweetie sulked at that display and sighed sadly.

“Crud.” Diamond began to check the pockets of her light pink jacket. “ I had a list of nicknames just for you, but I forgot it at home. I bet you three got your Cutie Marks just to spite me!”

“Yup.” Scoots’ back said. “All that sweat and hard labor just to show you. You know, because you are at centre of the universe…”

“Morning, Diamond Tiara.” Applejack gave the spoiled mare a friendly pat on the shoulder, but strong enough to nearly push her to the ground. Her knees wobbled and let out a pained grunt. “How are ya?”

“Morning, Miss. I’ve been better...” she showed her tongue at a completely unimpressed Scootaloo. “And in better company, but hey.”

“Ah’m kinda surprised to see you here.”

“Daddy insisted. He said ‘if you want to take over the family business, you’ll have to start from the bottom, young missus!’” Tiara groaned as her fingers twitched up and down to draw snarky air quotes in the air. “I would’ve brought my butler but apparently he’s enjoying his retirement a little too much for that!” She picked up a bag of bits from the ground, huffing a little as she tried to lift it, and handed it to Applejack. “Here’s your...Nnghh...Share!”

That was when Diamond noticed among the three nuisances a fourth presence that curled her lips in a smile. She stepped towards and examined the orange mare carefully and without making a sound before lunging at her.

“Oh my gosh! It’s really you, Babs! “We haven’t seen in, like, forever!” Tiara lunged at Babs and squeezed her shoulders in a hug before the Manehattan mare could react. Needless to say she was surprised to see Diamond act like that. They hadn’t left exactly in good terms but one more pony happy to see her was just for the better.

“Are you still hanging out with these...These?”

“Uhmmm…Why shouldn’t I? It’s a...uhm…” Diamond Tiara squeezed her some more, making her ribs have some painful flashbacks. “It’s a pleasure to see youse guys as well. I guess.”

“Oh, we should totally catch up. Like, talking about old times, get a milkshake, the usual. Spoon! Look who is here!” She unlocked herself from Babs and presented the manehattan filly by waving her hands around like a magician.

“Oh, it’s been ages!” Silver Spoon joined the hug from the other side, making Babs start to wonder if all that very untimely physical contact while in her peculiar condition with pretty cute mares was some kind of punishment for a past life. Or her current life. Maybe for both. “I totally agree with that catching up! Maybe we’ll even get to the spa and get a mud bath.”

Ouch…

Silver’s little jab was confirmed by the snide grin and wink she flashed for a fleeting second. Babs rolled her eyes and bore with it. Somehow, the idea of antagonizing ponies for a second time felt stupid and foalish and left a bitter taste in her mouth. “Yeah, why not? I’d love that!”

“Well, she is already catching up with us! Wait your turn!” Scootaloo broke her silence and stepped right before SIlver Spoon, angrily stomping her hoof on the ground. Babs sighed, frustrated, realizing that her friend really hadn’t that same mindset.

“Please, Scoots. Not today…” Sweetie Belle grabbed Scootaloo by the shoulder but the young pegasus scoffed angrily and shook off the friendly gesture, her wings tanning as she confronted SIlver Spoon.

“I’m not seeing, like, a tag with your name on it on her.” Silver Spoon poked with a finger Scoots’ shirt. “What, you think you can tell her who she can hang out with or not?”

“If that means you...Yeah! I guess I can.”

“Why? What’s wrong with us?”

“Do you want the short version or the long one? Because I don’t have three thousands light years to spare to tell you!”

“Light years measure distance, you featherhead!”

The two nearly butted their heads together as they were making a growling noise, their eyes being set on each other and throwing a look sharper than a hundred knives. Applebloom and Diamond Tiara sighed simultaneously and gave each other a sad look that quite clearly said : Seriously, today I have no intention to fight and I hope my friends get that. Glad you understand.

“Spoony, please. If you frown that much you’ll get wrinkles and we certainly don’t want that.” Tiara rushed to Spoon’s side and gently hooked on her arm with her own, giving a gentle smile and putting her head on Spoon’s shoulder. The grey mare’s rage melted away like chocolate when her companion playfully pinched Spoon’s cheek.

“Oh, just because you’re asking it with that smile! Fine! You!” she pointed a Scootaloo. “You really need to chill.”

“I’d take a note but I have no pen.”

Applejack coughed a little. “If ya’ve finished with this…” Scootaloo stepped back and furled her wings, lowering her gaze to not meet the farmgirl‘s disapproving look.

“Now, let me think of a way to pull this thing without struggling too much.” Diamond Tiara took a glance at the cart brimming with polychromatic jars. She grimaced when she grasped the handle and didn’t budge, even with all her strength.

“Oh, there’s no need for that!” Applejack waved her hand. “ Applebloom! Could you take the Zap Apple Jam to Diamond Tiara’s place?”

“What?! Why me?”

“Because she is a client who needs helpin’. An’ before ya ask, I’d do it mahself but somepony has to go ta Sugarcube Corner ta get the order.”

“Well, why can’t ah go to Sugarcube Corner and you help Diamond Tiara?”

Applejack raised an eyebrow, blowing her sister’s sheepish grin into pieces.

“Fine…” Applebloom grumbled and hung her shoulders before starting to drag the cart.

“That’s right. You work for me...uhhmm...You!” Tiara pulled a pen and a piece of paper from her pocket, writing down Work on some new nicknames and underlining it several times. “So, hurry up and try not to smash them on the way!”

“Tiara!” Silver Spoon called and shook her head sternly. Tiara groaned and flashed a quick yet endearing smile to her before quitting with her complaints and following silently at Applebloom’s side. Sweetie Belle let out a girlish giggle that she quickly hid behind her hand.

“Seriously, though.” Diamond said to Babs. “You’ve always been a span above these losers…” she said through her teeth, uncaring if she was heard or not.

“Uumm...Thanks?”

“When you got some time, that milkshake is, like, a must.” Babs nodded and Diamond gave her one final hug before following her property. “Spoon? Would you hurry up, please?”

“I wish we had some time to talk.” Silver Spoon said, still playing with her braid and following Tiara with the corner of the eye.

“Next time!” Sweetie smiled and placed a caring hand on Silver’s shoulder. “Take care.”

“Sorry, Coz. Jus’ let me handle this and ah’ll be right back to ya, alright?” Applebloom said rushing with the cart back to her cousin with ease.

“Oh, don’t worry. I wanted to pass some time on my own anyway. If you girls are ok with that of course.” Babs said to Scoots and Sweetie who nodded.

“Of course. Where do you want to go?”

“There’s a place I wanted to check first…”

The smell of old pine boards still lingered among those four walls, filling Babs’ nostril. Funny how that of all the things that remained with her it was that smell.

The old treehouse was just as she saw it the last time. Perhaps even more in need of a cleaning than before.

It was terribly empty of strange contraptions, colorful drawings or schematics for the most inane things but still full of the best memories of her life. When she closed her eyes, she didn’t see an old box of wood standing on a tree but instead a glorious castle where they were queens of their little worlds, home of adventures and wonder.

She left her hoofprints on the dusty floor as voices from her memories echoed in her head. Her fingers danced on the surface of the old shelf, drawing lines in the dust as her hooves carefully tiptoed around the thinking spot, its marking lines still immaculate after all this time and wanting to preserve them that way. Their worn down but still comfortable looking armchair stood next to it.

Babs brushed her fingers against the red wavy curtains still hanging on the windows like the last time she saw them. The light of the Sun shone through them, painting the walls with a faint red hue. The light morning breeze made the crimson drapes dance up and down and the red hue started resembling the waves of a red sea, projected onto the walls. She shrugged and sat down of the old armchair to bask in those happy memories, at least for a while.

A smile lit up her face when she imagined four fillies on a small paper boat, wearing paper pirate hats and waving around wooden swords while sailing the imaginary red sea. A small part of them knew they wouldn’t get a Cutie Mark in piracy or sailing or even in paper mache, but did that simple fact ever spoil their fun?

Her older cousin would’ve answered with a resounding Nnoope.

There were too many pirates to fight and too many dreams to achieve for that kind of worry.

She guessed it was time to see how bad it looked down there, without anypony to interfere or to explain to. She felt kinda guilty for doing it there of all places, but it was the only spot she could have a moment of quiet, of peace and privacy for Celestia knows how long.

Babs took a deep breath and unzipped her pants, slipping her fingers in it to check out if that big, badass mistake was still there and—

“Hey, what’s up?!” The so sudden voice right next to her left ear startled her enough to fall off the chair and land painfully on her side with a dull sound. So much for privacy...

“Gaaah!!! I’m so sorry!” A pair of small wings loomed on Babs, flapping hard to keep in the air a slender, athletic form. Babs was curled on the floor in a fetal position, her hands unseen and quick to at least try to close her jeans’ zipper before something unexpected popped out of it. “You okay, Babs?”

“Y-Yeah...Just one question...Where did ya come from?!” she quickly sprung back on her hooves, fixing her red bangs.

“From the door…” Scootaloo pointed at it and began pushing her index fingers together, embarrassed to look Babs in the eyes. Her cheeks were flushed of the deepest red and Babs really, really, really hoped her friend didn’t move her eyes towards her crotch...

“No, I mean...What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to apologize properly. You know, for crushing you...and for making that scene there...and for startling you—Gaaah!” Scootaloo threw her arms in the air. “I’m screwing up everything today!” Scootaloo leaned her back on a wall and slowly slid on the ground, hitting the floor with her butt. Scootaloo sulked and hugged her knees, resting her head on her hindlegs while a long, frustrated sigh escaped from her lips.

“You know, there was a chair and…” Babs shook her head and sat right next to Scootaloo. “Wanna talk ‘bout it?”

“Why?” Scoots sighed and stared absentmindedly at the ceiling.“It will never be enough.”

“Uh?”

“Training. No matter how much I train, my wings will never be on par.” she lifted one of her wings in front of Babs and presented its side to her. It barely went over her shoulder while the wings of most pegasi of her age would’ve been enough to cover one like a feathery cloak. Babs silently passed a finger among the web of feathers as she listened to her friend with solemnity.

“Rainbow Dash told me once she didn’t know how it would work out for me. If I could really fly or not. Didn’t stop her from giving me lessons, though. It turns out I can, but sometimes my own body betrays me, cheats on me when I need it the most. Everytime I fly is like…”

“The flip of a coin?” Babs said while grasping her gloved hand, bringing a smile to Scoots’ gentle lips.

“Yeah…” she held back a choked sob and clutched harder Babs’ hand to calm her nerves.

“Exactly. I don’t know if every time I get in the air I’ll stay there or I’ll end up with my snout on the ground...Or on top of my friend…I have no intention to whine about it all day, but...it gets hard after a while. Sorry.”

“Wassat why...You got angry with Silver Spoon? I mean, more than usual?”

“That and the fact that Sweetie and her are friends now. Could you believe it? Hay, even Applebloom and Diamond Tiara didn’t come to blows...Everypony grew up but me. When I fall...It’s like when I was a filly all over again. At the exact same spot.”

“And those two...remind ya of those times.”

“Wow. At least I didn’t fall on your head.” Scootaloo chuckled. “Got me figured out pretty well. Sorry to bother you with this. I mean, you just arrived and all...”

“Hey, I told ya...There’s nothing to worry about. Imma made of sturdy stuff!” Babs flexed a small bicep and gave a firm slap on it with her hand. “It’s understandable, ya know? But don’t think yohself as a lesser pony for it. In fact, I think y’are very brave, instead!”

“Uh?”

“Even if ya got no idea when and if your tricks are going to work, youse are still up there, daring gravity, never even thinking about giving up!” Babs stood up and grabbed both of Scoots’ hands, crossing her gaze with puzzled pegasus’. “Even if ya don’t believe in yohself...I do!”

“R-Really?”

“Yup. And I know exactly what we need! Ya said that it feels like flipping a coin: What if we just...rig the coin?” Babs flashed a sly grin as she hurried to help her friend back on her hooves. She turned Scootaloo to her back and locked her arms around her friend’s waist, still carefully trying not to get too close with her groin. Of all moments her friend choose to be that cute and vulnerable, of course she chose that. Still, no mistakes were going to hinder helping her friend.

“What you got in mind?” Scoots asked, slightly worried.

“Take off.” She said calmly as Scoots’ wings unfurled on a reflex and going under her armpits. She shifted her own weight and gave a little push upward, climbing on top of the young pegasus.

“What?! With you on my back?”

“Just trust me and do that maneuver from before. I got somethin’ in mind.”

“Something that isn’t going to end with us crashing, I hope?”

“Maybe. Trust me a little, awright?”

Babs gave a little kick near Scootaloo's calf, signaling her to start. Her wings began their frantic beating and the Manehattan mare squeezed harder her friend’s waist when her hindlegs gave a kick on the ground, pulling up the both of them out of the treehouse, gently pushed forward by the benign currents Scoots was riding. Babs manually placed her friend’s arms in front of her to get Scootaloo in the same pose as the two swooped outside the door.

“Now go up and don’t stop!”

Scootaloo wanted to object but found herself already elevating, beating her wings as hard as she could to drag both of their weights above, drawing a sharp pain from her shoulder blades. Her small wings pushed themselves to the brim to bring the two as high as possible, a small part of her wanting to see Babs’ crazy plan to completion. At maximum elevation, or at least safe enough in case of a fall, Babs locked her hindlegs around Scootaloo’s knees and shouted in her ear to overcome the raging wind pressing against her face. “When I say now, stop flappin’ those wings!”

“You crazy?!”

“Trust me!” She looked down and treehouse looked like a small blip standing out in a flat field of green. She gulped loudly and clenched her fists. Scootaloo was in the middle of the trick as her body was bending backwards and showing her belly to Celestia’s sun.

Babs yelled “Now!”and the beating stopped, a small prayer being whispered by the pegasus’ lips. The two stood perfectly still in midair for a long, excruciating instant until Babs sharply pulled back Scootaloo’s back, manually dragging back her friend with her own weight. Scootaloo yelled an expletive and spun on herself, dragged backwards by a powerful pair of limbs, and in the space of a blink was already falling headfirst. her twirl completed.

Her wings summoned back the little strength they had just in the nick of time and Scootaloo passed from falling to flying again, blades of grass flicking her belly just few, painful inches below. She threw upwards her weight and with a little kick of her wings returned in a vertical position as her hindlegs landed, leaving a small yet deep trail in the ground. A sharp pain grew in her calves when meeting the hard ground. Her hooves burrowed in two long grooves while rubble flew right in her face.

Scootaloo’s momentum ran out and her body wobbled back and forth before stopping firmly on her tracks. She blinked and turned around only to not find her friend anymore. Babs had closed her eyes and clinged harder on her friend with her hindlegs around her waist as well, hard enough to force a small grunt of pain out of Scoots when she realized about it.

“You...uh...You can get off my back.” she panted out. “Don’t spoil the moment.”

Babs obeyed and climbed off of Scootaloo one hoof at a time, breathing slowly and nervously as she did. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as if to expect a slap to the face for such a suicidally awesome plan, but instead, for the umpteenth time in a row, one of her friends lunged at her in a tight hug. Birds of a feather and all that...

“You are the craziest...dumbest...coolest friggin’ mare I’ve ever known in my life!” Babs’ heart raced and a smile lit up her face, that turned into a prickly yet joyous laughter as her friend snuggled harder, her robust yet slender arms grasping at her generous waist, her purple head nuzzling her generous chest. “Oh my gosh! I did it!” Her heart was still pumping and adrenaline clouded her senses as she shared triumphant laughter with the triumphant pegasus.

“Ya see? Who’s stuck in the same place now?”

“Not me!”

Babs whole body trembled with pleasure. The thrill of success, of being an earth pony and still meeting the sky, of having helped a friend, blended all together and filled her with glee. Scootaloo's smile was a reward in itself.

“But couldn’t you have told me the plan one moment before the near crash?” Scootaloo asked, struggling to keep a serious tone but still snickering like a filly.

“Where’s the fun in that?” The two laughed in sheer delight and hugged each other among the settling dust.

Seeing her so relieved and joyful after opening that can of worries she had made her look so radiant, beaming in such a beautiful way that it was impossible to not notice her femininity and beauty, even under litres of sweat and taut muscles.

A strange warmth took hold of her chest as she felt her back being weighted down by...

Oh, buck, no! Nononononono….

She looked down to her crotch.

Her massive, throbbing, completely hard dick threatened to rip and burst out of her pants. A look of pure astonishment possessed Scoots’ gaze, firmly locked on her tightening jeans, and turned her smile into jaw dropping surprise. Babs opened her mouth to explain herself, to say anything to get out the embarrassing situation, but her bulge did the talking, throbbing obscenely beneath.

Babs ran back up the ladder and into the treehouse with a sprint worthy of the Running of the Leaves before Scoots even babbled something. Her hand reached for Babs’ but grasped the empty air as her friend disappeared back in their foalhood hideout.

“Why now?” she said as she ground her teeth while lying on her knees on the floor, letting out panicked breaths at a startling pace. “Why...you had...to ruin it?!” The huge thing pressed on her belly, causing her to let out her rage by punching the floor. The very foundations of the building creaked.

A small, almost silent, buzzing of wing followed from behind.

“So...Uhm…” Scootaloo scratched her head and fidgeted on her hooves. Principles of a sob trembled in the air as Scoots licked her lips, carefully choosing her words. Babs trembled as she waited...

“When did you grow a dick?”

“Ppfffttt..”

Babs slapped a hand over her mouth to keep the roaring laughter still in her, to not spoil the dramatic mood...until the tree house resounded with a wild chortle and the mood ended up like milk. With Scootaloo being so brutally earnest and right to the point, it was impossible to react otherwise.

Scootaloo sighed in relief and joined in the laughter, while taking a few careful steps towards her friend who ended up rolling on the floor in sheer hilarity.

“I-I lost a bet!”

“R-Really?! How?” Scootaloo kneeled over to Babs, putting her hands on her knees. “What kind of bets you have in Manehattan?!”

“We were really drunk…” she guffawed. “Except this unicorn friend I got...She got angry...and let’s jus’ say never get an unicorn angry.”

“Ouch…You smash an open door with that...”

“Never thought she would really go through it. Imagine being me...waking up with the mother of all headaches and seeing this under yer sheets!” Babs threw a look at the ever expanding bulge in her pants and blushed hard, not helped by the fact that Scoots’ wings were stiffening…

“So...Uh…” Scoots’ hands reached behind her to lower those wings but they sprung back right up. “You sleep naked, then.”

“Only when it’s too hot…” Babs looked away and clenched her hindlegs together to hide her shame. She got up and turned away from Scootaloo, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, now ya know.”

“That’s...quite a pickle you have. I mean problem! Problem!” Scootaloo’s cheeks were still burning when she shut her mouth closed with both her hands.

“I just hoped I could get rid of it before I went to Ponyville. But...things got in the way. You know…” Babs’ head moved slightly and caught the fidgeting pegasus with the tail of the eye. “I’m kinda happy you know it, now. It’s like lifting a burden.”

“Well, you did the same for me...Of course, I’d listen to you...”

There it was. That unexpected cuteness dwelling in that rough exterior...That timid smile, the girlish blush that seemed to have a guaranteed spot...New instincts prevailed, coming from her loins and her heart alike.

“You know, Babs…” Scootaloo hugged her from behind. Not the kind of hug a friend would give to another, but something far more tender and warming. The universal language for I’m here for you. A kind of physical contact so important and yet so heartwarming, something she’d never guessed her friend to have. Until now.

“You helped me...Let me help you.”

Babs’ hand brushed on Scootaloo’s firm forearms, grasping the tense muscles rippling beneath her skin. Her breasts rested on her back, delightfully warm. Babs turned towards her friend who leaned closer to her, close enough to make their snouts touch. “Helpin’...how?” Scootaloo brushed aside a lock of her mane. Babs’ ear twitched in excitement when her friend’s fingers brushed against her chin.

“To make you feel better with yourself.” The pegasus’ fingers were hovering mere inches away from Babs’ bulge.

“Would you...Would you do that?”

Her cheeks flushed.

A pair of wings spread right behind Scootaloo.

A shape of a smile mirrored her own.

“For you? Of course.”

Their lips met briefly and Babs closed her eyes to bask in her friend’s taste. She felt one hand moving upwards the soft skin of her belly and down her shirt as the warmth of their kiss pervaded her. Their lips parted for a quick moan before Scootaloo swallowed it with a rough kiss. “Ouch…” Her forehead bumped Babs’.

“Sorry…”

Her impatient hands moved to her waists and indulged on her pudgy sides, tickling them with the caring dance of her fingertips. Scootaloo’s fingers moved up and down to free her belly of her shirt, piling inch of cloth upon inch of cloth. “Lifts your arms a little.” Babs complied instantly and her friend slipped off the black shirt that slowly hit the floor.

Their lips met again and their respective softness slid on each other as the freshness of the morning air met her now naked chest, which jiggled up and down due to the sudden thrust.

Scootaloo grinned when she saw her friend’s auburn bosom, so plump and inviting, with a pair of perfectly pink nipples standing out. She showed off her breasts by squeezing the powerful mounds together and let them jiggle freely by letting them go. Babs was never a vain mare but she was fully aware she had blossomed into a voluptuous figure, her taut curves placed all in the right places like a mosaic. Her smirk was soon matched by Babs, who grabbed her wrist. It was time for that filly to acknowledge it as well...

“Like ‘em?” Babs pulled her hands towards her ripe fruit, daring to cup it in her hand. Her digits extended, trembling on the way to the prize.

“Whoa.” Scootaloo let out a small whistle of appreciation. “Not even wearing a bra?”

“Imma mare of few principles…” she purred as her friend’s fingertips pinched her pink bud, her eyes mesmerized. Scootaloo fell between her aroused peaks and Babs started to gently stroke her purple mane, a smile of amusement gracing her lips.

Her friend’s hungry tongue began to explore the bare mounds of flesh, lapping them vigorously to draw the first glimmers of pleasure from Babs’ body. She bit her lip to suppress a moan when Scootaloo’s lips captured her teased nipple to suckle on it gently making an uncouth, wonderful slurping sound. Babs’ breath turned hoarse when she felt her lover’s teeth grazing at her tender flesh while her rough hand was stroking at an even rougher pace the underside of her boob.

Scootaloo’s wings were beating wildly into wide arcs as her head flailed left and right, making very difficult for Babs to stroke them, but still managing to draw a satisfied moan from the mare buried between her teats, by rolling the soft feathers between her fingers. The rowdy pegasus answered by suckling harder pulling her nipple out of her mouth with a loud plop before assaulting the other one, aching for attention.

Punctuated gasps drawn by the thrill of the flesh stopped on their tracks when she found Scootaloo’s other hand going down in her jeans to cup her buttock, making her whole body shake with carnal glee.

“W-Wait…” A puzzled moan came from the purple mop attached to her breast, just when the curious fingers were grasping at her bottom. “I let ya see...I want to see ya as well…”

Her nipple popped out of the pegasus mouth who wiped the drool with a forearm. “Oh yeah! Sure! I mean, it seems about right.”

Scootaloo slid out with ease from her athletic attire and cast aside her sports bra and shorts, shedding them on the floor. “You see me, I see you. I-It’s normal, really…” Scootaloo’s cheek tinged of an adorable shade of crimson as her naked body was there for the world to see.

It was just as Babs already imagined. A solid, lean physique with perky muscles rippling under her thighs and arms, adorned by small, bouncy breasts with a refined contour.

Not as solidly built as Babs plump bosom but elegant and quick, reflecting the grace and speed of her friend. Her little pink peebles stood tall, poking erect from the orange skin, their color in perfect harmony with the pink apex of her legs. The tuft of wild purple hair stood above her snatch, shaped in the form of an asymmetrical triangle that she showed off proudly, no matter the size of Babs’ smarmy grin.

“What’s so funny? Not good enough for ya?” Scoots pouted.

“No, no...Gosh, no...You’re just so pretty…” They kissed again and this time Scootaloo slid her tongue in Babs’ mouth while firmly grabbing her breast. Their mouths opened slightly to allow their tongues tips to indulge over each other in a slow and passionate dance while Scootaloo’s palm passed on her breast, cupping it sweetly, before caressing her belly and sending bolts of anticipation down her system. Her lips trembled and tried to keep themselves pressed to Scoots’ when her lover's hand reached for her zipper, swiftly undoing it.

“Scoots…” she whispered giving a pair of quick kisses on the pegasus’ cheeks and chin. “I’m ready…”

“I know…I want to see it.” the orange pegasus finally pulled her pants down and her heart soared when she admired her friend’s new...addition.

Already unraveled from her sheath, the massive cylinder of flesh was blessed with length and girth and dangled half erect to nearly reach her knees. The light of the Sun reflected on its jet black surface that showed off a long, bulgy vein that ran up all its length to its head, whose contour bulged outwardly to frame a convex, bulbous head. Such a tantalizing sight brought a devious smile to Scootaloo’s lips while her groin already felt damp, especially when focusing on those juicy curves she had, from which sprung up the epitome of stallionhood.

“Oh, Babsy…” Scootaloo giggled. “Could you just...get on the floor?”

“What? Why?”

“Well, for what I have in mind I don’t want to get on my knees nor you to stand up.” Scootaloos said while gently guiding with her hands on the side her friend on the floor, her massive erection poking on the pegasus’ belly. “Just to be comfortable…”

“Truly a gentlemare…” Babs said while laying on the floor and receiving quick, hungry kisses on her neck and collarbone. She gave one more stroke of tongue of her nipples before Scootaloo focused on the thick member. She grinned as she grabbed her tiny breasts and started grinding them on Babs’ shaft while playing her tongue over its head. “No, really...I mean it…”

Babs moaned and reveled in this new sensation as the dampness of her rich tongue enveloped her aching bulge, which distended to its fullness and pointed at the ceiling, with Scootaloo grunting and planting her knees on the floor to reach it. Her tongue lashed around the meaty shaft, causing Babs to pump her hips forward and her nails to ground on the floor, maddened by the pleasure spearing her body.

The moment Scootaloo opened her mouth and enveloped her rock hard masculinity, Babs pitched a scream of delight, unfettered and free and her body jolted when the wet tongue of the horny pegasus squeezed out the first drops of pre. The pegasus’ jaw stretched accompanied by a throaty moan and allowed her to swallow the head of Babs’ cock with firm and slow thrusts, showering her shaft with a mix of her own precum and Scootaloo's saliva. Her chest felt warm, oddly stimulated by her partner’s rod and Babs surely appreciated the effort, reduced to a shameless, moaning wreck on the floor.

Scootaloo smirked, reveling in her possessive touch, in the sheer power of giving Babs pleasure. She was staking her claim on something that was going to be hers, to be so close to somepony else and to feel that pang of pain in her chest that made it seem her heart would burst from the emotions bottled inside.

The pegasus kept doing her magic with swift motions of her lips and with powerful strokes of tongue dangerously near Babs’ urethra, indulging over her cumhole like no tomorrow. Globs of precum slid in her mouth and down her throat at each pump of her breasts and its pungent taste and scent filled her to the brim with lust. Her balls swelled with need, cooking up delicious cumshots, no doubt aided by Scootaloo cupping and rubbing them with greed.

“Naaah...Ya’re awesome...Don’t stop!” Her moans filled the room, alternated with the obscene sucking noise of Scootaloo's lathering that wonderful cock in saliva, forcing inch after inch of the black obelisk in the back of her throat. Her hands reached for Scootaloo’s head and turned her gaze towards hers.

“Me too…” she whispered sweetly and Scoots grinned, even with a good third of her black beast shoved in her mouth. “Let me do it to you…”

Scootaloo lifted a hoof and pinned the other on the ground to use it as a lever as she turned her whole on the improvised axis and gave Babs Seed’s eager eyes full view of her exposed sex. Without thinking she stuck her tongue at the exposed flesh to gorge on it, lapping at the warmth between Scootaloo’s legs with desperate need. Her eyes were closed shut to fear that the excitement to see her snatch would be too much to bear and she would explode in Scootaloo’s mouth too soon.

That filly deserved a rutting worthy of its name. Deserved her sweet prize..

The thought of savoring her friend’s innermost spot, to feel her bitter juices flow down her throat while Scootaloo nursed on her dick, massaged and slathered by the warm depths of her mouth, was enough. At least for now. Babs’ slowly ran her lips on Scootaloo’s waiting pearly gates and eating her out like ice cream. Firmly, but not to hard to knock the ice cream from the scoop. She carefully delved in her wet folds with her snout until a flicking, beautiful nub of flesh poked in her face.

Babs took hold of her lover’s hardened clit between her lips, careful to not let one tooth graze it, and started suckling on it gently, circling it with her mouth with the utmost care as she rocked it back and forth. Scootaloo’s ambrosia dripped more copiously than ever and she gulped another section of her rod in her throat with a frenzied howl of appreciation.

Her hands were grasping at Scootaloo’s well defined buttocks while her tongue was buried in her snatch, whirling it around and around, stimulating the inner walls of her marehood. Scootaloo went mad with lust and bobbed her head up and down faster and faster until they finally reached together one roaring, simultaneous orgasm. The noise was just obscene as she took in her mouth the gargantuan sex and pulled it out, slurping on it like a lollipop brimming with sexual tension.

A fire screamed in Babs’ loins, her balls swelled until they ached and pressure, sweet and yet painful pressure built up in her turgid meat and clawed its way up her rod. Her whole stallionhood trembled, ready to give it all she could give...

Oh, if you do it like that...It’s too much...

Her balls swelled and churned out the heavy load that started to spill out on Scootaloo’s tiny breasts while Babs’ chin was showered by her liquid pleasure. Babs’ head spun around and an ocean of thick cum was released from her throbbing cock down Scootaloo’s throat, suffocating a yelp of surprise with thick globs of warm jizz. Babs howled in pleasure as every shot of her pearly wad ran through her length, pleasure and pain whirling together through her sensitive canal.

The pegasus’ body jotted up and down, wrecked by bliss from every angle but steeled herself to suck out every last drop of musky seed. Its scent, so manly and intoxicating...she couldn't’ believe it was her friend’s and yet there she was gulping it down while her snatch was worked out by that heavenly, smooth tongue of her friend.

Scootaloo threw her head up and swallowed Babs’ load loudly as her half erect cock popped out of her mouth and kept squirting on the floor its last drops. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed the last seconds of her Manehattan friend eating her out, before the lashings of her tongue stopped. Scootaloo rolled on her side on the floor, basking in the splendid afterglow and looking at her well endowed friend with a new fondness.

“Holy...Holy…” Babs gasped out, her hands searching for a handhold. Absolute, never experienced before bliss wrecked her body like a puppet in a storm.

“Holy...what? Holy Celestia? Holy shit? Holy great blowjob?” Scootaloo chuckled and threw a wet, noisy kiss at her friend who caught it with a swift motion of the hand.

“Little...of all three…” Babs chuckled out as she tried to get back but only managed to lean on her generous side. She sucked in quick breaths to regain some of her strength as she saw Scootaloo quickly getting on her hooves. Her athlete friend sprung up with no fatigue whatsoever. Of course, for that speed machine of her friend, such an orgasm would be just a warm up.

Not that I’m complaining...

Scootaloo got on her knees and raised her butt, waving seductively at Babs and drawing a sudden gasp from her. Her eyes followed her friend’s snatch glistening in the light, slightly parted by a pair of finger. Scootaloo turned her head towards Babs and purred. “Time for round two, Babsy?”

Her stallionhood twitched and a surge of energy ran through her veins. Breath rushed in and out of her mouth as warm blood pumped and her heart screamed at her ribcage. She crawled towards the puffy, wet prize with her member regaining its might, hardening further at each step. Mad lust clouded her senses and the unthinkable became not only a possibility but a vital need.

“Time to show you how you use that…” Scootaloo gasped when she felt the head of that unfathomably long shaft brushing against her still sensitive cunt. It was coated in the juices of her passion and made Babs’ shaft slip up and down before the Manehattan filly puffed her cheeks and stuck her tongue out, grabbing the disobeying organ and pushing it in front of Scootaloo’s hole.

“Scoots? You ready?”

“Yeah...Never been more ready…” The young pegasus face was flushed red, her tongue hanging at the side of her mouth as anticipation devoured her. She grabbed one breast and started playing with it as Babs eased more and more of the tip of her cock into her.

The tip of Babs’ hungry cock moved up and down, lubricating the mare’s snatch with its eager touch. A drop of cold sweat crossed Babs’ brow, thoughts of hurting her friend with such a massive endowment spiraled in her head. Scootaloo’s creamy center, waving left and right, challenging her to enter, swept everything away. Her friend was such a strong mare, after all. Worthy and able to take it like a champ.

Her firm flesh ached of exhaustion but throbbed with desire causing Babs to bit her lip and steel herself, thrusting her hips forward with a rough grunt. Scootaloo’s sopping wet hole jiggled and accepted her friend’s length, sending the young pegasus to the edge. “Oh...Oh, fuuuuck!” The mare’s arched in wild response and her heated core slammed against Babs’ hard cock. A lust induced blasphemy flew out of her lips.

Babs had filled her completely in one fell swoop, her stallionhood hitting her hidden spot and popping in with a moist slurp. Babs’ sides met Scoot’s butt with one wet, satisfying slap. She grunted again and pushed further, mounting Scootaloo down to the hilt. Babs’ throbbing shaft had filled her canal completely and it felt so hard she feared it had been split apart but the pleasure...it was so rough, so fulfilling and manly, especially when Babs moved back and forth, slapping her hips again and again onto her, she begged for more. “Do it! Do it mooore!”

Babs grabbed her lover’s breasts firmly and collapsed onto her back, making Scootaloo feel those massive, juicy tits rubbing onto her chest back and forth as Babs’ piston plunged in and out of her, beating an obscene noise at every blow. Her vaginal muscles clenched and accepted what she was giving her with gusto while their bodies were bucking and arching and colliding in perfect rhythm. The treehouse shook and creaked in time with the powerful thrusts as its floor was showered by the fluids of their passion.

Hope it doesn’t fall...Oh, Celestia, that would be so awkward...

Babs’ cock, buried deep into the coolest mare of the world, felt like in heaven. One part of her shoved into a warm, tight fitting and wet pony heaven. Every inch, every cell of Scoots joining hers felt like that and fueled the machine of her loins, prompting to buck harder and faster, to match the fluid movement of the pegasus’ heart shaped butt onto her belly. Scootaloo moved with such prowess to meet, in perfect harmony, every plunging of her stallionhood. Even reduced to a shaking, drooling mess of a mare. her instincts moved her athletic body to accommodate Babs rocking inside of her as best as she could.

And she was the best, alright...

Scootaloo’s fingers were digging into the treehouse’s walls and in the heat of the moment Babs grasped one with her own, squeezing it gently. Scootaloo reciprocated with a sweet moan and like the time they were soaring the sky, a warm wind blew through their manes, signifying a bond stronger than time. Her marehood winked around the thick shaft and her voice stilted, desperately needing to say something. Scootaloo received for her efforts, a tender kiss on the neck. A sappy gift that stood nicely against the savage rutting.

She felt Babs wide arms circling her belly, giving herself better footing to plunge herself deeper, increasing the tempo of their joining. Hot, bulgy flesh slid slowly and deliberately outside of her only to plunge back in at the mere whine of protest, shoving the embroidery of veins back against her soft inner flesh. A long strand of mixed fluids accompanied each parting and thrusting between their bodies, making them glisten in the sun by that strange, arousing mixture of sweat and cum that stained her fur. She wore it proudly, like a medal. A smelly medal that needed a hot shower and lots of soap after finishing.

”Baaa...Babsy…” Scootaloo exhaled that nickname, so pleasant and unexpected, between each moan with different intensity every time she wanted it at a certain pace. Babs compiled each and every time, making her flare swell and ache as she pumped deeper in her. She felt so close to release, her face turned into a grimace of maddening bliss and spurned to finish what she had started. Babs lifted herself from Scootaloo’s back and pressed harder on her flanks to beat a rhythm out of the purple headed mare's butt. A fire roared in Scootaloo’s stomach and a shudder climbed on top of her spine when she felt Babs’ plump balls dully slap again and again on her rear.

Babs’ bulky cock drilled in her and she could feel it buried it deep in her, like a part of her, throbbing obscenely inside and steamroll every pleasurable inch of flesh. Each time her body screamed, begged to be taken with vulgar winking and trickles of sopping excitement showering Babs’ member. Already worn down by round one the two begged for blessed release.

“Scoooots...Scooots! Ah f-fuuuck!” Babs roared and pulled up her lover’s torso by circling Scootaloo’s belly with her arms. In the heat of the passion she drove her teeth onto the pegasus’ stiff wing, yanking it left and right. Scootaloo cried of pain as she was shoved down on Babs’s shaft, the animalistic bliss drowning that pain out as Babs’ stallionhood claimed the last it could. Gravity did the sweet job for her, driving the thick, manly rod in her slender body and forming a small bulge twitching in her belly, as the orgasm knocked on her door. No, not knocking: outright smashing.

An earth shattering climax swallowed the two mares, rocking their bodies with the most violent, destructive orgasm it could’ve been conjured. Their copious liquids mingled together and showered on the floor as Babs shot spooge after spooge of powerful semen all the way inside the young pegasus’ love canal. From every time cum swirled in Babs’ balls, she pushed her mare back her on her dick, not wanting one drop to waste.

Seed gurgled and splashed inside Scootaloo and pumping her full of hot stallion cum, like a cozy furnace that spread inch by inch in her womb. The sheer power of that release made her body glow and quiver in a special way. Their fingers intertwined again and Scoots lost herself in that strange tenderness.

Babs loosened her grip and moved her arms to gently envelop Scootaloo’s shoulders, allowing the two to slump on the floor, exhausted and satisfied. Her turgid member was still deep inside her lover, still jerking and shooting small trickles of cum on Scootaloo’s cervix.

“You gotta lose more bets from now on…” Scoots wheezed out, her sweaty body still trembling from pleasure. “I mean, if they always end up like that…”

“Y-Yeah...Guess I have…”

“Thank you…” Scoots whispered, covering Babs’ Cutie Mark with her soft wing.

“Fo’ what?”

“For helping me, listening to me, for making me feel...real.” Scootaloo wriggled her hips away, unsheathing Babs’ cum stained stallionhood from her. Thick, pearly semen slid out of her as she stood on her knees and kept her sex opened with two fingers.

“I’m no philosopher but you seemed pretty real to me.” Babs gave a confident smirk and gave a sultry slap to Scootaloo’s Cutie Mark. Scoots yelped and nearly tripped face first on the floor.

“You know what I meant, idiot…” the pegasus lunged forward and planted a deep, wet kiss on the Manehattan filly’s mouth. Her tongue slid in and brushed on the side of her mouth, making Babs yelp of surprise. “You helped me out and just when I needed—”

“Yeah, doing it when somepony doesn’t need it, it’s rude.” Babs chuckled and a pout appeared framed between Scootaloo's searing red face cheeks.

“I felt awesome.” Scoots scratched the back of her head. “I felt like...Like Rainbow Dash. Like I always wanted to. I mean, she can do anything and I felt like that, as well.”

“Ya don’t need me for that.” Babs’ finger caressed Scoots’ cheek and the heat radiating from them was just adorable. “I mean, not just me...I bet Rainbow Dash has some awesome friends as well, right?” She extended her hand towards Scoots’, brushing it against her wrists to gently grab her fingers with her won. “But the thing is...Ya have me. Always.”

“Yeah...I guess I do...My friend...” Her smirk faltered for just a second and in her eyes dwelled a melancholy so unlike Scoots, a kind of sadness she already saw before, when talking of her worries. Just as suddenly as it came, the filly got lively again with lust. “Wanna have another round?”

“Sure…” Scootaloo jumped on her bones and pinned Babs’ wrists were to the ground by the rowdy pegasus. Their tongues met with hot intensity, reprising their dance.

Soon their bodies would be one again, their hearts beating as one, rutting without a care in the world...Nothing went wrong after all…

The very opposite, actually.

Being with ponies that appreciated, knew and loved her made it work.

Guess I didn’t lose that bad...