Author's Notes:

This story might seem somewhat confusing from this point, since you’re not allowed to read chapters 2 through 6 anymore, but I think it’s still worth reading. Any references what happened in those chapters, you can just imagine whatever you want!

Alright, no I have to clarify a few things. The reason Scootaloo is acting that way is because Apple Bloom just fucked her silly. The reason for that is Scootaloo was playing with Apple Bloom's new dick with her ladyparts, because she didn't know what to do with them. The reason for that besides a terrible education system, is Scootaloo snuck in on Apple Bloom playing with her own new dick. The reason for that is that Scootaloo followed Apple Bloom to the clubhouse during recess. The reason for that is that she suspected Apple Bloom was a colt. The reason for that is Apple Bloom woke up this morning as a colt. The reason for that is Discord tricked her by saying he'd make sure a colt would cure her estrus. The reason for that is he a dick. Also Fluttershy asked him to help. Also because Apple Bloom was sitting in the creek pleading to Celestia to save her from estrus, so she was easy to fool. The reason for that is that she masturbated while in estrus, which made it worse. The reason for that is Diamond Tiara said it would help and Apple Bloom was desperate for some relief and control over her life. The reason that none of that is allowed here is because copying ideas is forbidden. (Except when it's not.) (But in this case it is.) (Don't ask me I don't understand it.) Anyone who can figure out a convincing way to get Scootaloo and Apple Bloom into this state, without using any of these ideas at all, I would be most grateful.

If you have Tor, I've tried to make the story available on a Tor Hidden Service as-is without ommissions. There, you'll be able to see what needs to be ...re...somethingified, before it's allowed here, if you have any ideas to help. I'd put the story on a regular website but, well, it'd get banned from pretty much anywhere, and I don't really want my employment history to be associated with writing foalcon, if possible. It's just not a very promising career path.

Rainbow Dash was flying around when she noticed the odd little orange filly who kept calling her a sister had got herself off to the skate park, where Scootaloo was flipping around and well, scooting like she was really enjoying it. Dash probably shouldn’t fly down there and check on the filly since she wasn’t really her sister, but nopony else ever seemed to do it, and Scootaloo’s parents sure weren’t around, and one thing Rainbow Dash wasn’t going to do is leave somepony hanging like that. So once again she ended up suckered into being this kid’s role model and practically running her life.

She lazily drifted around in a circle watching the filly enjoy herself. Weren’t any other ponies at the skate park this time of day. Probably why Scoots picked that time to go there, less ponies to get in the way that way. Dash thought about just going down to say hi to Scootaloo, but darn that filly, she’d probably stop her routine just for the sake of getting a little passing approval.

Dash was almost glad when the filly’s hormonal urges made her chase after that well built pegasus colt and, gave Dash some slack. Almost. As nice as it was not to be on the spot all the time, you can’t really be glad about fillies in estrus. Mares were a different story of course.

Dash’s own burning need had been well and truly sated. Yesterday it was Star Hunter, a local pegasus for once, though he worked in Vanhoover. Taking time off for the Season this year, he’d been quite popular among the mares with his exotic coloring and good endurance, and general approachable demeanor. All Dash really cared about was somepony who knew how to do it mid-flight, but he did talk a lot about some interesting constellations. Apparantly Gemini was on the move now for some reason.

But Dash wasn’t a filly anymore. Fillies were young and uncertain and they didn’t have a lot of options, or freedom really. While Dash’s own loins purred at her pleasantly from this morning’s plowing, the average filly was going to be sitting on ice this time of year. They’re at that strange stage where they’re not ready for sex yet, but they still get the cramps and the weird urges. Dash didn’t really understand it but, and don’t let anyone know this but, she might not have been the brightest pegasus in the flock. Supposedly it helped motivate fillies to make better friendships that would last through adulthood, but it was definitely a pain in the baby maker.

Dash fluttered down at a distance, and stood on a nearby hill, just watching the filly for now. Scootaloo sure seemed to be in a good mood, for being in estrus. Reminded Dash of the year before last, before the onset of puberty started to take its toll. Scootaloo was really small even for a pegasus, but she was still a long way from growing into her full height. Probably always be a bit of a runt compared to other ponies. Then again, Dash had been a late bloomer herself and‒ actually yeah, Rainbow Dash was a bit smaller than most other ponies. But that’s what made her the fastest! Couldn’t complain about that. She wondered how Scootaloo would make use of a smaller build. Dash couldn’t think of any advantage that didn’t involve flying, but even Dash would admit she sort of had flying on the brain. No bird brain jokes. She knew Scootaloo would figure it out, though.

Whether Scootaloo could figure out how to manage her estrus, well maybe Rainbow Dash could give her a little one on one coaching for that. Cook up some Moon Tea, have a real girl chat, be a shoulder for her for Scootaloo to take out her no doubt irritable and absolutely terrible mood. Rainbow Dash didn’t want to interrupt the filly, but she didn’t make herself all that hard to find either. It was high time to show her all the tricks you could do, well short of actual stallions that is.

Scootaloo saw her eventually, and sure enough she left her routine and came zooming up with an enthusiastic, “Hey Rainbow Dash! I mean, hey sis!”

”Hey kid,” Dash said, smiling down at her. “How’ve you been lately?”

”Great!” Scootaloo piped up, “I think my latest trick flip could make the junior Games. Got to get it so I can drift from that into the grind though, but it’s been going really well today. I might even get my cutie mark out of it!”

Rainbow Dash’s smile faltered a bit but she continued confidently saying “So uh, how has your estrus been treating you?”

”What, that old thing? pff” Scootaloo snorted derisively, “I don’t have any problem with that.”

Dash blinked, “Uhh, really?”

”Yeah I can totally handle it,” Scootaloo asserted, kicking the air with her hooves. “I won’t let it get me down! Just like you, Rainbow Dash!” Then she leaned forward and hugged Rainbow Dash tenderly around the chest saying, “You’re the best sister ever.” Then, she trotted bouncily to her scooter, and buzzed off humming pleasantly to herself.

Dash touched her chest, then stared after Scootaloo for a second, before reacting with a quiet “Huh.”