Scootaloo wasn't sure if she was dreaming or if she was truly having the best weekend ever. Things had started out rocky. The night before she had become frightened by Dash's scary campfire stories. Convinced that the Headless Horse was after her she had ran into the woods and nearly toppled over a cliff. Before she could fall to her death she had been rescued by Dash who had had wrapped her forelegs around her and snatched her from the jagged rocks that had been rushing towards her. After giving her a scolding she had promised to take her under her wing. To be like her sister.

Scootaloo could still feel the warmth of Dash's feathers as they had wrapped around her. Dash had held her up and flown alongside her. While it hadn't really been flying, it was the closest Scootaloo had ever came. Dash had lifted her up and Scootaloo had been able to feel the breeze soaring through her feathers. Now that they were walking away from the campsite. The dense woods receded behind her, Dash, Applejack, Rarity, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom. They were trotting onto the open fields and rolling hills that spread out from beyond Ponyville. Dash said goodbye to them and then motioned for Scootaloo to follow her. Scootaloo gleefully bounced over. Dash sat on a rock and patted for Scootaloo to sit down beside her which Scootaloo did. She grinned widely as she stared up at her mentor. Dash smiled back at her and couldn't help but pat her head. Scootaloo beamed at the affection. A cool wind blew through the meadow, stirring the long grass.

For a few seconds they sat beside each other in silence, enjoying the cool of the morning. The orange light of the morn shone down over the meadow. A few clouds lazily drifted by. Dash kept looking up at the clouds and mumbling.

Scootaloo poked her after a few moments of this. "Dash?"

Dash turned her attention to the younger pegasus. "Squirt, we sort of need to have a talk."

Scootaloo gulped. It was never good when an adult-or another foal for that matter-started a conversation like that. "About?"

Dash scratched her head. "A lot of ponies don't know this, but I sort of take things really seriously. I know it doesn't seem that way at times, but I am the Element of Loyalty. I'll stick by you, Kid. Forever. If you need to learn to fly, I'll teach you. If you need a place to crash, come on over. Er, I guess you might have a problem with that with me living in a cloudhouse. My point is, I want to be there for you. We're sisters now."

Scootaloo smiled and leaned against Dash. Her heart had warmed at Dash's words. "Thanks."

"That said, helping a kid sometimes means letting them know when they've done something wrong." Dash looked away. "As lame as it sounds."

Scootaloo nodded. "You mean last night, huh? I know I shouldn't have ran off into the woods like that!"

"Damned right you shouldn't have!" Dash interrupted. "I know you were scared, but there were three adult mares around! You could have come to any one of us!"

Scootaloo winced and moved back a bit. Sensing she was scaring her, Dash spread a wing and wrapped it around Scootaloo. "It just scared me, Squirt. I had a dream and woke up and you were gone. I went looking for you and what did I see? My number one fan falling off a bucking cliff." Her voice choked. "I guess I hadn't realized how important you were to me."

Feeling a sudden twinge of guilt, Scootaloo threw her forelegs around Dash. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. I won't do it again!"

"Yeah, you'd better not. Or I'll have to...um..." She paused. "Discipline you. Somehow."

"My parents make me eat ice cream and candy when I'm bad." Scootaloo said with a cheeky grin.

Dash shot her a look. "Uh-huh. I'll think of something. I could just let your parents know when you've done something wrong and let them deal with it."

Scootaloo glanced down. "They wouldn't care."

Dash looked down at Scootaloo who was staring down at the ground. "What do you mean, they wouldn't care?"

"They never punish me. Or really anything else." She chuckled. There was a tinge of bitterness to it. "Me and Applebloom got into a full barrel of apples one time that were supposed to be sold. Applebloom got her allowance cut for a month...my parents didn't do anything."

"Oh."

Scootaloo looked saddened by the idea. "I guess they just don't believe in that kind of thing."

Dash thought for a moment. "Well, I do believe in discipline. My mama used to wallop my behind when I did something I wasn't supposed to and it made me the awesome mare I am today."

"Walloped your behind? You mean she spanked you?"

Dash leaned back, enjoying the way the rock scratched at her hooves. "Sure did. I mean...that might not work for you, but it worked for me."

Scootaloo raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"What? All I said was spankings might not work for you. Twilight told me some foals just can't take a spanking."

"But you did." Scootaloo pointed out.

"Yeah I did, but everypony got spankings back then. Heck, even teenagers got spanked. Even adult shoplifters if you lived in Cloudsdale. I think they still do it in Las Pegasus. I mean, have you ever even gotten a spanking?"

"Nope. Doesn't mean I couldn't take one."

Dash laughed. "Squirt, I didn't mean it as a challenge."

"So, you think I could take a spanking."

Dash rolled her eyes and pinched her nose. "Squirt, I'm very close to taking you across my knee and finding out."

Scootaloo held an internal debate within herself. The last thing she wanted was for Dash to think she was weak. The idea that she was weak in the eyes of her mentor hurt her far worse than the thought of a spanking.

On the other hoof, that didn't mean she wanted a spanking. Spankings hurt. She had watched Sweetie Belle get a spanking from Rarity once and her rump had felt sore just watching it.

Dash idly stared out at the field, then up to the sky. "I know you're tough, Squirt." Scootaloo couldn't help but smile as Dash gave her a noogie.

"And I've never done anything like taking a foal under my wing before." She turned so she was facing Scootaloo. "But I don't want you doing any more crazy stunts like last night. Got it?"

Scootaloo nodded. "So, are you going to..." She trailed off. This was awkward. Everything about this moment felt awkward. She had never known Dash to hesitate about anything.

"I don't know. I feel like I should." Dash shook her head. "Ugh. Being an adult is hard. I kind of hope a spanked behind would keep you from doing this kind of thing. In fact, that was what I was planning on doing when I called you over for this little talk."

Scootaloo raised an eyebrow at the lack of her mentor's usual impulsiveness. "You were going to do something, but didn't? That doesn't sound like you."

Dash looked back up at the sky. Scootaloo realized she was praying. "Okay, Squirt. I'll give it to you straight. Any other foal, you'd already be sitting on a warm behind. But you're not any other foal. You can't even-OW!"

Scootaloo had slammed her hoof into her mentor's shoulder. "Don't finish that sentence. Don't you dare finish that sentence. You do think I'm weak because I can't fly!"

Dash rubbed her shoulder, which felt like it was going to bruise. "Okay, yeah I admit it, you aren't as strong as any other pegasus foal-"

"Shut up! I can't believe you! I-I hate you!" The words felt like poison as they left Scootaloo's mouth. She launched from the rock and rushed through the tall, dew-covered grass. She shivered from the coolness of the dew against her hooves. Her eyes burned with tears. If Dash had taken a paddle to her, it would have hurt less.

She ran through the meadow, buzzing her wings to zip over the tall weeds and the yellow heads of the dandelions. The bluebells and dandelions waved in the rush of the wind kicked up by her hooves and her wings.

"Squirt! Come on! I didn't mean it!" Dash shouted as she jumped off the rock and took off after her. She flared her wings and rushed over the meadow. The grasses and weeds roiled and rolled in the windstorm kicked up by the two pegasii. Scootaloo had practically disappeared in the rolling green. Occasionally, Dash spotted her orange coat or purple mane.

These were not settled lands or grazing lands so nopony maintained them. They were the green barrier that separated the wild wood from the settled town of Ponyville. Dash swoooped down and wrapped her forelegs around an orange-furred, purple-maned bundle.

Scootaloo struggled, pounding her hooves against her mentor. The elder pegasus held her tight as they flew back over to the rock.

This time Dash sat Scootaloo in her lap, still holding her. "So, you actually want a spanking?"

Scootaloo ferociously wiped at her eyes. "What I want is to be treated like a normal filly! What I want is for every pegasus to not...not...look at me like that!"

"Like what?" Dash asked.

"Like...they feel bad for me! Like I'm some kind of a...of a..." She struggled for a word.

Dash settled the child on her knee. "You don't want them to pity you?"

Scootaloo nodded. "Yeah. I mean, if that means what I think it means. Like you said, if I was any other filly you'd spank me."

"Alright then." Dash flipped Scootaloo unexpectedly. Scootaloo barely had time to catch her breath as she was laid over Dash's lap, her rump
sticking out in a spankable position. Dash settled a hoof over her withers. "Just remember you asked for this, Squirt."

Scootaloo shut her eyes. "Just do it already!"

Dash lifted her hoof and landed a firm smack to Scootaloo's behind. A light sting followed in the wake of the smack. Scootaloo winced, but didn't cry out. A second smack fell on the right side of her rear end and was followed by another stinging sensation. Dash smacked again in the same spot and this time Scootaloo cried out. Dash hesitated, but then landed a fourth and then a fifth smack. An uncomfortable sensation of warmth was building up in the punished pegasus's posterior.

Still, she tried not to cry out. Dash lifted her hoof and brought it down, rapidly peppering the pegasus's rear with the spanks. Pain exploded on Scootaloo's increasingly tender behind after each spank from Dash's hoof. She began to squirm in Dash's lap. Dash held on and continued the spanking.

Dash focused the spanks on the left side of Scootaloo's rump before moving the spanks to the right side, rapidly popping her hoof on Scootaloo's behind. Dash had to admit she was impressed with how Scootaloo was trying not to cry out even if she occasionally squeaked or squirmed when Dash landed a particularly hard spank.

Dash finished up the spanking with five firm smacks to Scootaloo's butt. Scootaloo laid there, holding back tears. Her rump was tender and sore, her orange coat doing little to hide her now pink-colored rear.

Dash stroked her mane. "If you gotta cry, cry. It's okay. I won't think you're weak."

Permission given, Scootaloo began to cry, letting out the sobs she had held in during the spanking.

Dash gathered her up, cuddling her close to her chest and gently stroking her mane. "Shhh, shh." She wrapped both wings around the crying child. "That wasn't too much was it?"

"N-no." Scootaloo looked up at her and wrapped her hooves around her neck. "Thank you."

"You're thanking me for whooping your butt?"

Scootaloo shook her head. "Not that. F-for treating me like I'm a normal kid. Like I'm just any other normal pegasus foal, n-not some hoofinapped-"

"Er, you mean hoofcapped?"

Scootaloo glared at her. "That. Yeah." She laid her head on her chest.

Dash held her close. "You're not normal, you're better than that. The tricks you do on your scooter? When we get you in the air, you're gonna be as awesome as I am."

Scootaloo smiled as Dash cradled her. "You mean it?"

Dash smiled down at her. "Would I lie to my number one fan?"

Scootaloo nuzzled her. "I guess not."

"So, wanna sit on a cloud for a bit then we can go get some breakfast at Sugarcube Corner?"

Scootaloo looked up at her. "Sit on a cloud?"

"It feels like Heaven to a just spanked behind. Trust me on that one."

"Alright."

Dash picked up Scootaloo and flew into the air. After Scootaloo sat on the cloud, letting it cool down the sting in her hindquarters she and Dash went and got some muffins.

It really was the best weekend ever.