Forbidden Feelings Ch. 3

Rainbow had planned to put Scootaloo in the guest bedroom, which was always ready for any such eventuality, but after seeing the state of the filly didn't have the heart to leave her alone that night. As they went into Dash's huge room, the smaller pony looked up and whimpered,
“S-so where am I going to sleep tonight?”
“Er... yeah, sorry kiddo, but my spare bedroom is a complete mess. So I was thinking you could sleep with me tonight?”
Dash warmed at the sight of a small smile appearing on Scootaloo's face.
“Sure, I'd love to, Rainbow.”
They both clambered onto the bed and Dash put one foreleg over Scootaloo, drawing her nearer. She rarely got to play the big spoon in her previous amorous encounters. Five minutes later and the filly was snoring softly. Rainbow Dash looked at the mesmerising sight of the filly's chest moving up and down, and involuntarily her thoughts drifted back to earlier that day in the shower. When Scootaloo had inadvertently presented herself to Dash, she'd reacted by instinct: she shouldn't be looking at the private parts of one so young, and yet, thinking back she felt a frisson of excitement run down her spine.
Yes, the more she thought about it, the more exciting she found the idea of teaching a little filly the ways of adult fun – whispering sweet nothings into her ear while gently coaxing her to her first, most powerful orgasm, then holding her as she came slowly shivering down from the most pleasurable experience of her life, but that would be just the start!
As Rainbow fantasised graphically about the adventures she and the little filly sleeping next to her would have, she rolled over to face away from Scootaloo and lowered a hoof to her cunt, rubbing gently so as not to wake her guest.
She would talk dirty to Scootaloo, teach her all about her own body, explain what her myriad of toys were and how to use them of herself, and Dash too – they would pleasure each other for hours on end, a union of matted fur against matted fur as they threshed against one another, shuddering towards a shared moment of pure bliss.
Rainbow was dimly aware through her vision of hedonistic paradise that her juices were starting to pool on the bed. Ordinarily, this wouldn't be a problem as next morning she would nip out with her cloud and sneakily exchange it for another one, with the added amusement of knowing that perhaps a few days later some unfortunate pony would be drenched in more than just rainwater, but that wasn't an option this time.
She forced herself to get up and dash over to the bathroom, where she lay down and attempted to re-immerse herself in her fantasies, rubbing away furiously. As she got closer and closer to her peak, she couldn't help letting out a small whimper from the almost unbearable jolts of pure bliss coming from her spasming hoof. The sudden rush of adrenaline from her fear that she might be discovered pushed her over the edge, and her mind exploded into nothingness.
Dash lay on her bathroom floor almost catatonically, subsumed by the throes of her orgasm. It took her almost a full minute before she could muster enough brainpower to drag herself along the cloud-floor, stagger shakily up and give herself a rudimentary cleaning. Spent from her recent exertion, Rainbow trod softly back into her huge bedroom and felt a curious mixture of regret and guilt as she gazed upon the filly, who was still sleeping soundly on the bed.
Her rational mind was screaming at her that what she'd done was undeniably wrong – how could she even think of Scootaloo as a sexual object? Dash blushed as she padded over to the bed and gently laid down next to the filly she'd just gotten off to. As sleep slowly overcame her, she resolved that Scoots would never know what had just happened, for her own good.

It seemed like only a few minutes later that the sun was streaming in her eyes. Groaning, she dragged herself out of bed to face the morning light. She turned round to see that Scootaloo was still sleeping like a log, spreadeagled on top of Dash's cutiemark covers. Smiling, she made her way into the bathroom, where she closed the door and ran herself an invigorating chilly shower. Towelling herself off, she then put on a bathrobe and went back out through her bedroom to the kitchen. She'd make another thing she was somewhat good at – pancakes.
She trotted into the kitchen and started to get things ready. Making pancakes was a delicate art – the batter had to be just right, too thin and the pancakes wouldn't cook well and she wouldn't be able to flip them, too thick and they would be stodgy and frankly disgusting. She'd learnt all this the hard way through experience! Dash methodically made her way through the motions of mixing the batter, pouring it slowly into the pan, flipping the pancakes and finally plating up until she had two fairly decent-sized plates of steaming food in front of her. At this point she decided to go and wake her young guest up.
She entered her bedroom only to smile when she realised that Scootaloo had made her way into the bathroom and was having a shower on her own. She decided it was a sign that the filly was feeling better, and turned back to drizzle honey all over their huge breakfast in anticipation of Scoots finishing her morning wash.
A couple of minutes later Scootaloo waddled into the kitchen, and Rainbow couldn't help but burst into laughter as she saw her struggling to move within the vast swathe of cloth that was enveloping her.
“Hahahahaha, oh come here kid, I'll fix you up.”
Scootaloo squirmed as Dash pulled the hood of her spare bathrobe over her head and pushed the fabric up her legs. She still looked ridiculous, but at least she could move. Her eyes lit up as she beheld the wonder that was breakfast, and her mouth hung open in naked anticipation.
Rainbow chuckled at the foal-like display on wonder as she brought the two plates over to the table.
“Aw man, you are the BEST, Rainbow Dash. We never get to have this kind of stuff in the orphanage!”
Rainbow's smile vanished faster from her face than she could fly.
“It's ok... I'm used to it by now. I've lived in an orphanage all my life, remember? Don't worry about it. I'm starving!”
They both dug into the veritable feast that was in front of them and in only five minutes both their plates were squeaky clean, after they'd gone so far as to lick the honey off the plate once all the pancakes were gone. After they had sat contentedly in silence for a few moments, Dash picked up both plates and carried them off to the kitchen to start washing them. Scoots trod in behind her.
“Can I help with the cleaning up? I want to pay you back for those delicious pancakes.”
“Look kid, you don't have to 'pay me back' at all. It's my pleasure, honestly.”
“Well alright then Rainbow Dash...” Scootaloo mumbled while looking down at the floor.
Rainbow looked over to the little filly. “Something wrong?”
“Not really, it's just that you know last night when I was sleeping in your bed?”
The older mare almost dropped the plate she was washing as a chill swept through her, colder than any morning shower.
“You know I've always admired you, Rainbow. You're awesome! You're faster than any other pony, you work so hard for our weather, and you make amazing pancakes. I think you're the bestest mare ever in Ponyville!”
Dash's voice was unsteady as she replied, “H-heh, I know kid. What's your point?”
“I know what you did...” the little filly squeaked out.