“Scootaloo, what’re you doing after school?” Quill asked as she exited the house with the filly the following morning.

“Well, since mother’s are gone I guess hang with my friends. We’re totally getting our cutie marks today in skiing.”

“Skiing? It’s springtime, dear.”

“Nah, we’re grass skiing on the acres. It’ll work this time, Ah know it will.”

Quill raised an eyebrow but didn’t press the issue. “I hope you remember your helmets and knee pads.”

“Yeah, we leave ‘em at Apple Bloom’s cuz her family never leaves.”

“Good idea, so, ya want me ta walk you to school? Your moms are gone and I don’t really know what you do.”

“I just walk with the girls to school. Now that Diamond and Silver are cool they’ve started helping us with ideas to get our marks, and not even mean ideas,” Scootaloo beamed, “like swimming with crocodiles to get our-”

“What?!”

“Just jokin’, sheesh, you’re as lame as your pranks.”

“Lame? Me?” Qull replied with some genuine surprise, “I can get you pranked by the end of the school day.”

“Yeah, and I’ll get my cutie mark in getting pranked,” scootaloo replied as she waved to Apple Bloom and entered into a gallop. “See ya later, Quill!”

“Yeah,” she shouted, “see ya later… alligator,” she smirked.

…

“Excuse me, Miss Cheerilee?” an officer said from the door of the schoolhouse.

“Oh, children, this is Mister Muddy from the police department. How can we help you?”

“Actually,” he sighed and removed his constable hat, “I need to speak with miss Scootaloo. There’s, been an incident.”

The room was awash in whispers and nervous words as Scootaloo pointed to herself. With a nod from Miss Cheerilee she left her desk and went to the officer. “Y-yes, mister Muddy? What, um, what happened?”

“I’m sorry, but pieindaface.”

“Huh?”

Muddy pulled a small meringue pie from his hat and smushed it in Scootaloo’s face. “Pie in da face!” Quill shouted as she landed on Muddy’s back and pointed at the filly, grinning widely.

Scootaloo shook her head free of some pie, enough to see, looked at Quill with a slight sneer… then she burst into laughter as the other children laughed. Miss Cheerilee frowned at Muddy who shrugged and backed away slowly and then turned into a trot as he left, his job done and a solid to Quill repaid.

“Okay, Miss…” Miss Cheerilee led on amiss laughing children.

“Quill, ma’am,” she landed and extended a hoof to the teacher, who didn’t return the greeting. “Uhm, I guess I should get a towel?”

“Miss Quill, this is a school. The playground is out there and if you wish to ‘prank’ my students; don’t. I hope you have a fantastic day,” she intoned her disdain at the mare.

“Oh, well, okay then. I thought you’d be cooler since you taught the class about mating but fine,” she smiled slyly as the class began to calm down from the pie incident of a moment before, “I’ll see ya later, gators!”

Miss Cheerilee blushed and frowned as Quill turned and trotted out, slipping on a smattering of pie and barely catching herself as the class resumed their laughter.

…

Quill was standing outside the school with a couple parents of the school children, waiting. Scootaloo left the class first and jumped into a hover and floated from the door to the ground as her friends caught up. Without missing a beat she joined in a loud conversation with Diamond Tiara.

“Hey! Scootaloo! I’m here!” Quill shouted and flared her wings happily. Scootaloo looked up waved hello before returning to her conversation and continuing to do so as she passed Quill. “Oh, I get it,” Quill resigned and turned away, taking to the air and leaving the area to rest on a cloud, alone.

“Sheesh, what a lame town without a house to hang out in. Sure,” she mumbled to herself as she tramped a cloud, “I can use Dashie’s, but then what? Cook? Clean? Masturbate? It’s just not the same, I’m,” she fell chest first into the cloud and groaned, “bored.”

She quickly felt herself getting sleepy and began to doze, the first thing she saw was an egg as she entered sleep.

…

“So, come here often?” a stallion asked her from behind. She didn’t know how long she was out, but she knew where he was he was getting a good look below her tail.

“Back off, I’m in heat,” she lied as she moved and rolled to her side and looked at the stallion.

“Well, I can wait. It’s nice to meet a kind mare like you,” he winked.

“Yeah, you sneaking a peek doesn’t make me kind, it makes you rude.”

“Would you like me to buy you a drink or take you out for lunch? It’s the least I can offer for what I just saw without permission,” he asked meekly.

“Wow, you’re slick,” Quill smirked as she took wing into the air above the cloud, “and you’re lucky I’m hungry. You’re buying,” she pointed at a restaurant below them.

“You’re on,” he reared and back flipped, diving down and sending a thrilling tingle down Quill’s body as she saw his huge member fully erect and unsheathed.

“Mmm, maybe a little snack and dessert is in order,” she closed her wings to her body and pulled her limbs in and began a controlled fall after the stallion.

…

Scootaloo entered her home just before sunset, tired from a long day and another failed attempt she just wanted to have a shower with Quill and call it a night. A quiet moan got her attention from upstairs as she began her ascent. She knew what the tone meant but she was still curious.

The door to Quill’s room was open so her tip hoofed while flapping quietly to the door and peeked in to see a stallion behind Quill, mounting her and making a quick thrust inside her.

“Soarin?!” Scootaloo screamed into the room startling the adults.

“Scootaloo! Honest, I can,” she paused as the stallion thrust once more and moaned loudly, falling onto her back, “... are, are you serious?”

“H-heh, wow, that was…”

She bucked and pushed him off her and glared at his blissful expression. “Did you seriously last two thrusts?! What the… what if I was in heat?! I wouldn’t have stood a chance,” she asked loudly.

“Meh, you wouldn’t be the first,” he chuckled as his eyes grew heavy.

“Oh Tartarus, no! You are NOT falling asleep in my bed after that.”

“Awe, c’mon babe,” he whined. Scootaloo backed away and galloped to her room, slamming the door while Quill watched her leave he continued, “you sound like Flutterwing… uh-oh.”

Scootaloo slammed her door closed just as Soarin was done saying something and before Quill began shouting. “What the hay did I just… Ugh,” she made a disgusted face as the image of Soarin’s black member vanished inside Quill’s body and… how fast he was done. No pony she’d ever known had been done that fast, right? When Cheerilee and Big Mac had done it before class it took nearly half an hour.

When her mom’s would go at it she’d hear it going for about fifteen minutes. But that was seconds. Was that some standard she didn’t know about? Scootaloo inhaled sharply. “She said something about being in heat, does that make it faster? She wasn’t happy so… oh no, is that why mares get together? Cuz stallions only last a little bit when a mare’s in estrus?”

As her mind began to swirl with horrid thoughts of living a life with stallions that couldn’t last she heard a door slam, Quill’s room door. A few hoofsteps later and a soft knock rapped the door. “Scoots? Um, Scootaloo? Can I, come in?” Quill asked softly. Scootaloo gulped and opened the door slowly.

“That’s not how it always is, is it, Quill?”

Quill sighed and paced into the room and hugged Scootaloo. “I am so sorry you had to see that. Please, don’t be upset.”

“I… I’m not upset, auntie Quill,” Scootaloo said as she hugged her back, “but if I have to be with a colt and-”

Quill squeezed the filly tightly to stop her from talking. “Look, when your mom’s come back I’ll have to move away, so just know that I’m not proud of what happened.”

Scootaloo pushed Quill back and flared her wings to get space. “I won’t tell. I like you, you pranked me good today. It was totally awesome, you’re cool now. Everypony was asking me about you and if you were joining my mom’s herd. I can’t just say you left because you broke a house rule. Besides,” Scootaloo smirked, “what do you think we play during our sleepovers?”

“Heh, ya little scamp,” Qull smirked, “be careful or you’ll end up in love with a pony that doesn’t know you exist.”

“Psh, I’m so there. Rumble could rumble me in an apple tree until it was empty,” she giggled as Quill’s mouth opened in awe. “What? Fillies can’t talk like that?”

“N-no, I mean, y-yes, but not, I mean…”

“Yeah, I’d let him do me while the whole class watched if I got the chance.”

Quill looked at the smug look on Scootaloo’s face. “Are you sure you’re not Rainbow’s daughter?”

Scootaloo cocked her head to the side. “Of course I am, she adopted me last year.”

Quill sighed and smiled to the ceiling at the naivete the filly still had.

“Look, let’s just pretend that didn’t happen and just make dinner?”

“Nah, I ate a salad and grazed a little. Oh, and a bug. It was actually pretty good.”

“Wait ‘til you try a dragonfly! They’re hard to catch with a bite but it’s crunchy like a dry leaf and tastes divine! Just remember to not tell grounders,” she winked, “we can’t let them have the good bugs.”

Scootaloo giggled as she trotted from the room. “Oh, unicorns wouldn’t eat them but earth ponies would. I’ll keep it a secret! Maybe I can get a cutie mark in bug eating,” she said hopefully as she turned to the bathroom. “I need to scrub the grass from my coat and you’re my shower buddy, so let’s get to it.”

“Hey, wait for me,” Quill followed and quickly caught up to the filly, “do you even know how to handle a shower by yourself yet?”

“No, but if I had to I’d go and shower with AB. She’s a bit rough and doesn’t know how to wash wings, but she get ‘em clean.”

“Well, we’ll work on teaching you how to wash your coat yourself.”

“I never said I didn’t know how,” Scootaloo rolled her eyes, “I was alone for two years. I know the basics. Mom taught me how to preen and Mama taught me how to brush my mane and tail so they look the same but aren’t knotty.”

“Okay then,” Quill said with a smirk, “go ahead and wash my wings first then.”

“Fine, and once I’m done you can wash the image of you and Soarin outta my brain.”

“Oh har har,” Quill snarked, “that was as funny as you and Rumble rutting in class.”

“I’d let him do it,” Scootaloo stated, quieting Quill until the shower was on and producing warm water.

Scootaloo was the first under the controlled spray and trembled as the warm water washed over her and touched her peach skin every so often, washing away sweat and scents of the day that were better outside the house than inside her fur.

Quill stepped in and stood over Scootaloo and took all the water with a sigh of relief.

“Hey! Water hog,” Scootaloo giggled and ducked from under Quill and opened her mouth to get some water… only to remain dry. “Hey! No wings,” she scolded as she flapped and entered a hover that brought her above Quill and into the waters again.

“Hey, you shouldn’t fly in the rain until you’re more experienced, you know that, right?”

“Psh, like that applies to me? I’m Rainbow Dash’s-” she squeaked as her wings became waterlogged and unbalanced, sending her into a sudden spin and into Quill’s grasp.

“I warned you,” she said happily, “you didn’t preen and you’re still a filly. And a silly one at that,” she said placing the filly on the shower floor.

Scootaloo crossed her forelimbs as the rain pelted her and Quill began pouring soap over the filly. “I woulda done it fine if you weren’t watching.”

“Yeah, and you’d have bruised your little rump from that fall if I wasn’t here to catch you,” she replied as she dropped the soap bottle to the side and grabbed a brush in her bite. “Now, stand up so I can clean you up.”

“Ugh, fine.” A moment later a brush was beginning to lather across Scootaloo’s coat, turning white bubbles grey with layers of filth. “Eew, I’ve got so much gross on me today!”

“Yeah,” Quill said as she began brushing the soap in Scootaloo’s mane into a lather, “and I think you smell like you were in the mud… were you in the mud?”

Scootaloo huffed. “I washed in a puddle,” she said defensively and puffing her cheeks .

“You need to wash in a shower or river, seriously. Clouds can’t get you clean at your skill level,” she paused to walk behind Scootaloo and work on her back legs and underbody. “Lift,” she said. Scootaloo lifted her tail and let Quill gently wash her personal areas before moving onto her tail.

“Okay, filly. Rinse, then wings and my turn. You don’t need to worry too much, though. I’m pretty good at self maintenance.”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes and sat on her haunches, letting the water wash the soap and true scum of the day away. She turned and exposed herself to the water, cleaning under her tail and tail itself.

“Okay, enough washing back there, I know what you’re doing,” Quill smirked to the blushing filly.

“Hey, it feels good, so why not?” she grumbled as she stood and shook herself dryer as the rain continued to fall.

“I didn’t say it was bad, just that I need to get your wings, so scoot over, Scoots.” Scootaloo rolled her eyes again and turned sideways, opened her wings and waited while Quill lightly brushed the arms, and some feathers, and was essentially done cleaning the filly. “Now all you’ve got is after shower clear.”

Quill took the soap bottle in her hooves and squeezed some over her head and massaged it into her mane and coat from her muzzle to her chest and forelimbs. Eyes shut tight she washed herself clean and repeated for most of her body. “Uhm, Scoots… can you, uh?”

“Wash your back side? Sure enough,” she agreed taking a soft brush in her mouth and moving behind Quill. Legs and underbelly were done quickly but under Quill’s tail was where Scootaloo paused. “Quill?”

“What’s up, silly filly?”

“That white stuff, does it hurt when he gives it to you?”

Quills tail fell and she turned, lowered her front and let the water wash her while she had a talk with Scootaloo. “Look, Scootaloo, I know I was joking around earlier, but don’t rush being with a colt or filly. I mean, sure, what you and your friends do during sleepovers is one thing, but falling in love is more than just letting somepony else have your body and heart without giving it back. What happened earlier with me and Soarin was a mistake in the heat of the moment,” she winced inwardly, “and I mean it was a mistake. I’m supposed to go into heat sometime in the next couple weeks and-”

“Yeah yeah, then you get all hot and bothered and any colt can mount a mare and maybe get her pregnant and-”

“No,” Quill interrupted, “it means that if I had done something with him during that time I’d regret it for the rest of my life. Scootaloo,” Quill moved and sat under that water with the filly, “I’m not the kind of mare that wants to have a baby. I don’t have the lifestyle for it and I know I couldn’t do what the flock does,” she said.

“You mean that thing where you have a baby and the mares raise it?”

“Yeah, only thing is the mares in my life are all in this house and that’d make things really weird and more stressful around here.”

“Yeah, that’d suck big time.”

“So, most mares will be in heat this month,” Quill intoned, “so keep that in mind when a colt is behind.”

They shared a snicker and giggle.

…

“Now that we’re all cleaned and preened, what do you wanna do?”

“Well,” Scootaloo tapped her chin, “read? Play games? Go to the park?”

“I think a board game sounds great! You pick and I’ll play.”

…

“Goodnight, Scootaloo, have a fantastic sleep and don’t let the parasprites nip your ears,” Quill kissed her on the forehead. She blew the light out and left the filly in bed, walked down stairs and began to clean.

...

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…

“MOM’S! Mama,” Scootaloo lunged and nearly knocked Applejack over as she walked in. Rainbow Dash fared worse as Quill gripped her in a four leg hug that pulled her to the floor amid a nuzzle she’d remember for days.

“Mom!” Scootaloo grinned like Pinkie as she joined Quill in a tight hug on Rainbow.

“Rainbow, AJ,” Quill pulled them into a hug with Scootaloo and held them tight for as long as she could before Rainbow and Applejack hugged back, hard. “Guah, what, the, hay?” she giggled, “you’re as strong as a bull, AJ.”

“Ah know, I just missed ya both, too. Welcome home party’s tonight at the farm, Pinkie, bless her heart, made all the plans knowin’ when we’d be back,” she finally broke the hug as everypony took a pace back and stood in a circle with Scootaloo perched on Rainbow’s back, attention on her, “before we left. Now, the Apple family’s next on our list ta visit and yer all welcome to come along.”

Scootaloo hopped and hovered, then hoof pumped. “Yeah! I love parties, we only had the one the whole time you were gone, Mom. It was okay, but Aunt Quill doesn’t know how to have Pinkie parties,” she landed on Rainbow’s back and perched again.

“Okay, Scoots, yer gettin’ a bit big. Sheesh, did you grow since we left?”

“Duh, it’s been a month! Auntie Quill’s been really cool, though. I gained half a hoof in height and sixteen pounds! I’m built like a buster, Auntie says.”

Applejack and Rainbow grinned in approval to Scootaloo.

“So, why’s she Auntie, now? She’s not part’a the family.”

“Not yet,” Scootaloo chirped, “but she’s totally awesome! Not Rainbow Dash awesome, but she’s really cool. She knows how to do all kinds of stuff and was totally amazing at cooking, cleaning, baking, talking about mom stuff like that I shouldn’t fight or what to wear to that one party with Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon and Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle!”

“Wow, that’s amazing,” Rainbow said, “I can’t believe she was so useful,” she smiled to Quill, “and she makes a better housemare than me,” she smirked to Applejack.

“Well, Ah’ll be the judge of that,” Applejack sniffed the air and smiled. “Ah smell Apple Betty’s, did ya know we were comin’ back today?”

“Nah, I made those last night for dessert. The smell lingers in a clean house, ya know,” she winked.

“Well, the house looks nice’n clean… Ya weren’t in our room, were ya, Quill?”

“Only with Scootaloo to watch as I cleaned and did a little extra… to the walls! Sheesh, I’m not always about that stuff.”

“She means sex!” Scootaloo nearly shouted. All the mares looked to her with surprise.

“Quill,” Rainbow said with a forced smile, “what’d you teach our daughter?”

“She didn’t teach me anything ‘cept to be safe and wait for when I make love with Rumble.”

“Wait, wait, woah, hold yer horses there, filly,” Applejack motioned with her hooves, “when ya what with who, now? Quill-”

“Hey, she told me all about it and her plans, hopes and dreams when it comes to that colt. I just told her to be safe and wait to see if they fall in love first. I, kinda had one fling while you were gone and it was a disaster.”

Scootaloo fluttered into the air. “He was a two pump chump right, Quill?” she said with innocence.

Quill facehooved. “Fine, I mentioned a couple things about the act itself, but I didn’t include her in anything inappropriate or-”

“Bah, it’s fine,” Rainbow dismissed, “we have a party to get to, right, Scoots? AJ?”

Applejack rolled her eyes in humor. “Fine, Ah swear, last year Ah’d make y’all work the farm ‘til ya learned manners.”

“Yes,” Quill said, “but we’re all very different than we were,” she said as she trotted out the door after Rainbow. Applejack followed and closed the door tightly. “I remember Rainbow being a real I-don’t-care daredevil and AJ only cared about her farm. Now you both care about each other and, let’s face it,” she giggled lightly, “AJ is more like a mom and Rainbow’s cool, not awesome.”

Scootaloo and Rainbow gasped. “I am not just cool, I’m awesome! I do stunts and I’ll get into the Wonderbolts someday.”

“And she’s the most awesome mom ever in the history of forever!”

“Well, Ah think Quill’s got a point, there. Ah really haven’t heard ya talkin’ about the Wonderbolts fer months and yer stunts are safer, lately.”

“I have a baby to worry about,” she mumbled. Scootaloo was silent as she looked down at the mare she was on and bit her lip.

“What about the lazy river? The stunt where you slide down a cloud slowly on your back and move into a trot when you touch the ground after a slow glide?”

Rainbow blushed. “What if the baby gets scared? I can’t go too fast all the time.” The other mares laughed while Scootaloo closed her eyes and turned her face away.

“And the big dream?”

“I think rocking is a great stunt.”

“Yeah, on a swing while whistling softly to your belly?”

“Ugh, look, I’m still awesome, just carefully awesome.”

“Now, Quill,” Applejack said in a calming tone, “she’s just bein’ a good mom ta be. Celestia knows she’s got four months left before she’s back to the old ways.” Rainbow frowned but was silent.

“So soon? Dang, it feels like last month we were playing ‘find the stallion’, now we’re having a baby! Oh, I got a job on Golden Harvest’s farm. I’m helping to pick herbs and some vegetables.”

“Oh, that reminds me. Ah wonder if the corn and sunflowers’ve come in yet? Should be close! Ah think the apple trees should be close ta bearin’ greens and-”

Applejack talked about the farm for a few minutes until they could see the balloon streaming above the red barn. “Well, there it is,” Rainbow grinned, “the welcome home party we’ve been looking forward to all week.”

“Hey, two weeks on a train would make we want to spend a night on the streets in Canterlot,” Quill said as she took the lead. “C’mon, who’s ready to party?”

…

The barn was decorated in a manner that Pinkie and children loved. Streamers, balloons, tinsel and ribbons. From every overhang something was hanging while the floor was packed with clusters of conversing ponies near tables that were covered with rainbow colored table cloths and had drinks, snacks, and a Pinkie Pie on one of them.

Pointing around she, Pinkie that is, was selecting various mares to go onto stage and dance with her. A balloon popped loudly and gathered everypony’s attention until Pinkie screamed into her microphone. “Hey everypony! We’re back from a month of saving another country! Who’d of thought that our own little Spike would have saved the day and that Shining armor was such a great thrower? Huh?” she grinned as the crowd remained silent.

“Long story, we’ll tell you all later. But now,” she pulled out her party cannon and pulled the string. <boom> “Let’s party!”

A few seconds of cheering later and music began playing from the rafters and ponies returned to their conversing while Twilight and Rarity moved to small groups and began to tell the tale of their adventure.

Fluttershy was sitting contently alone in a corner of the barn while several ponies converged on Applejack and Rainbow Dash.

“There she is,” one whispered loudly, “I can’t believe I get to be near her.” Rainbow couldn’t help herself beam with pride as her ego inflated and she moved her back just enough so Scootaloo had to hop to the floor. Rainbow took to a hover and grinned.

“Wow, she’s so cool.”

“It’s so cool to meet you, Rainbow Dash,” one offered a hoof and a smile. “I’m a huge fan! You’re so awesome, did you save the Crystal Empire by yourself or did your friends help?”

“Whelp,” Rainbow polished a hoof on her chest, “I had some help but most of the tough stuff fell on me.”

Applejack rolled her eyes. “Like sellin’ fugelhorns and jousting against Fluttershy?”

“Hey, you were guarding a fake glass heart under a towel, somepony had to keep them distracted.”

“And Ah was doin’ just fine ‘til Pinkie bounced and broke it.”

“I was keeping them distracted,” Pinkie shouted from behind Applejack with a grin, “and those fugelhorns aren’t very aerodynamic when being juggled.”

“Fugelhorrns aren’t supposed to be juggled, Sugarcube.”

“Or played,” Pinkie pouted, “I never did figure those things out,” she pulled one from behind her and bit it with her muzzle. Shouting into it she produced a sound akin to it’s name. “See, just too complex a machine,” she shrugged as she tossed it behind her and out of the barn.

“Anyway, let’s schmoozle! Tell us about the last few weeks and we’ll tell you about our three days of awesome in the great north. I bet Auntie Quill’s got a couple stories to share,” Pinkie winked as she shoved past the group and dashed to another, entering their conversation like she was a part of it to begin with.

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