Frozen Wings


                                            >You're Anon.

                                            >Yeah, I know, surprising, isn't it?

                                            >You're cruising down the road enjoying the cool summer breeze in your hair.

                                            >Well, actually, it's -20° Celsius, your car's not a convertible, and you don't have any hair, but still.

                                            >You're not gonna let that ruin your day.

                                            >You finally managed to get Celestia to give you an off week after Snip and Snails blew up that vat full of Granny Smith's casserole.

                                            >Sure, you may have hit Snips over the head with a broom, but you still managed to clean up everything.

                                            >Anyone else would of quit right on the spot, but not you.

                                            >The paid leave was quite the motivator, though.

                                            >Nonetheless, you got an entire week all for yourself, not having to worry about cleaning up any mess.

                                            >You decided that before you do anything, you should probably go to town and pick up some groceries.

                                            >Living in the outskirts of the city has it advantages, but having to travel by car every time you want to buy a candy bar isn't one of them.

                                            >May as well get this over with before you do anything else, seeing as this is probably gonna take you all day.

                                            >As you're about to leave the city, however, you see three girls wearing the Canterlot High School uniform waiting for the bus.

                                            >More specifically, the summer uniform, on weather that would make a polar bear freeze it's ass off.

                                            >Well, whatever, it's not like it's your problem.

                                            >...Still, it's pretty damn cold out there.

                                            >There's like 20 minutes of sunlight left, and there's going to be a snowstorm later tonight, according to the weather channel.

                                            >And if you remember correctly, the next bus isn't coming until an hour and a half.

                                            >You finally recognize the three girls, and realize they don't live very far away from where you are right now.

                                            >It's not exactly walking distance, but it shouldn't be a problem in a car.

                                            >Except for Scootaloo, you have no fucking clue where she lives.

                                            >You could give them a ride to their houses, but that's going to take you at least a couple hours.

                                            >And it's not like they're just gonna hop into your car.

                                            >Sure, you talked to them a few times, but it's not like you're close friends, or anything.

                                            >You can't leave them like this, though.

                                            >...

                                            >Okay, maybe they won't recognize you, and you can go your way.

                                            >Or you can call them a taxi, or something, and leave them some money.

                                            >Well, you won't know until you try it.

                                            >You make an U-turn and park your park next to the bus stop.

                                            >You zip up your jacket and step out of the car to talk to them.

                                            >Jesus titty fucking Christ, it's colder than an Eskimo's dick out here, how are they even alive?

                                            >You walk up to them, but they don't seem to notice you.

                                            >You clear your throat trying to get their attention, but only Sweetie Belle turn to face you.

                                            >She doesn't seem to recog--

                                            >"Anon, is that you?"

                                            >Goddammit.

                                            >Apple Bloom turns to face you, and elbows Scootaloo to do the same.

                                            >"What are you doing out here?" Asks Sweetie Belle.

                                            "I was out buying some stuff, and I saw you standing here." You answer. "Speaking of which, why the hell are you wearing the summer uniform? You do know it's winter right?" You asked sarcastically.

                                            >"Oh yeah, I didn't even notice. My legs are so numb I barely felt them freezing." Responded Scootaloo.

                                            >Good to see hypothermia didn't affect her natural charm.

                                            >"There was a play in school and we needed to be wearin' these uniforms for it." Responded Apple Bloom.

                                            "What the hell kind of p--" You stopped yourself mid-sentence, as this was probably normal compared to the other things that happened at the school.

                                            >Considering that you got hired shortly before overgrown shrimp tried to hypnotize everyone, yeah, it probably was.

                                            "Look, nevermind that, I can give you a lift if you feel like it." You say, pointing at your car.

                                            >"Are you sure?" Asked Sweetie Belle. "I wouldn't want to inconvenience you."

                                            >"Yeah, sure, we'll be fine, it's not like we been standing here for like an hour." Added Scootaloo.

                                            >"Don't be so darn rude, now." Apple Bloom said to Scootaloo.

                                            "Look, at the very least go in and turn on the heater so you don't freeze." You said.

                                            >"Don't have to tell me twice, come on." Said Scootaloo, motioning the other two to follow her.

                                            >You turn your head to follow Scootaloo going to your car, whose hand s are shaking too much to even open the car door.

                                            "Let me help you with that." You said, walking over to the passenger door.

                                            >"Than-- wait, you only have two seats?" Said Scootaloo looking at the interior of your car.

                                            "Yeah, what about it?"

                                            >"Well, there's three of us, ya know." Said Apple Bloom.

                                            "The seat's are pretty big, I'm sure the two of you can fit into one." You said as you pointed to AB and SB.

                                            >"What about me?" Said Scootaloo.

                                            >Well, she certainly was... wider than them.

                                            "It's an automatic, you can sit in the middle, you'll be fine."

                                            >"Anon, that's stupid, you don't even have sea--"

                                            >A cold breeze flied past all of you, making Sweetie Belle jump a little and stopping Scootaloo in her tracks.

                                            >Apple Bloom didn't seem to care much, oddly enough.

                                            >"Okay, yeah, nevermind, middle it is." Said Scootaloo climbing into the car.

                                            >As she did, the skirt rode up, giving you a shot of her panties, making you freeze in place.

                                            >Why did you find that hot?

                                            >"Anon, are you okay?" Asked Sweetie Belle.

                                            "Uh, yeah, I guess the cold's getting to me." You said, moving out of the way "Come on." you motioned to Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle to get in the car while you walked to the driver door.

                                            >Turning on the engine [spoiler]After three tries[/spoiler]you put the heater at full blast.

                                            >Sweetie Belle sighs, Scootaloo lets go of her shoulders, and Apple Bloom stretches, pushing her chest out.

                                            >You stare at her for a second, before mentally slapping yourself and looking out the windshield.

                                            "Eyes on the road, pal." You think to yourself.

                                            >Well, the car's not moving, but still, stop that.

                                            >You take off your jacket and toss it behind the seats.

                                            >The heat was fine for them, but you were wearing too much clothes for it.

                                            >After a couple minutes of them soaking up the heat, you turn to them.

                                            "So, what do you wanna do?"

                                            >"What do ya mean?" Asked Apple Bloom.

                                            "Well, I can give you a lift home, or you can wait for the next bus.

                                            >"You're kidding, right?" Said Scootaloo. "No way in hell I'm going back there."

                                            >Guess that answers your question.

                                            "What about you girls?" You asked, turning to Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle.

                                            >"I think I'm staying." Said Sweetie Belle.

                                            >"Sweetie, please, you're going to freeze out there!" Said Apple Bloom.

                                            >"But Rarity is going to freak out if I get home with someone she doesn't know!"

                                            >"Everybody knows Anon, he's always going around fixing things." Said Scootaloo.

                                            >She wasn't wrong per se, but most of your job consisted of you sitting on your ass waiting for something to break.

                                            >But yeah, you had to fix the sewing machines from the fashion club like fifty times, so you knew her.

                                            >"Well... I guess that's okay then." Said Sweetie Belle, not entirely convinced.

                                            "I guess I don't have to ask you, then." You said to Apple Bloom.

                                            >"Nope." She simply responded.

                                            "Alright then." You said as you put the car into gear and started going heading towards the town.

                                            >"I can't believe it's night already." Said Sweetie Belle while starring at the starless sky.

                                            >"It's winter, of course it's going to be night early." Said Scootaloo.

                                            >"What, do I look like astronomer to you?" Responded Sweetie Belle.

                                            >"No, but you do look like a--" Scootaloo was interrupted by you slamming the brakes after turning a corner.

                                            "Oh, you gotta be fucking shitting me."

                                            >Goddamned union workers fixing the only street into town form this side.

                                            >Which you went through not half an hour ago.

                                            "Stay in the car." You said to the girls while grabbing your jacket.

                                            >You put on your jacket while going out of the car, not caring about the cold right now.

                                            >A worker looks up to see you walking towards them.

                                            >"Street's closed, mate." He says before looking back at his clipboard.

                                            "Really? The cones and barricades don't give that impression right away."

                                            >"Be a smartass all you want, the street's still closed." He said without looking away from his notes.

                                            "Dude, I went through this street less than 20 minutes ago, what the hell are you even doing?"

                                            >"We're making preparations for the incoming snow storm."

                                            "But you're not working on anything!"

                                            >"We can't work during the middle of a storm, so we're waiting for it to pass.

                                            >...

                                            >You pinch the bridge of your nose and groan in frustration.

                                            "Look, can't you let me through? The street's fine and I need to take those girls to their houses."

                                            >"No can do, orders were to not let anyone through." The worker said as he turned around and started walking towards a shack near the road.

                                            >You stand there dumbfounded at what just happened.

                                            >You though about getting the baseball from your trunk and hitting him over the head with it, but you don't want to scare the girls.

                                            >You get back into your car and slam the door shut.

                                            "They're not letting us through." You say in the driest tone possible.

                                            >"Oh no, what are we gonna do now?" Asked Sweetie Belle.

                                            "I have no fucking clue..." You said, resting your hand on your forehead and lumping on top of the steering wheel.

                                            >"Um... don't you live near here?" Asked Apple Bloom.

                                            >"Yeah, we can stay the night there." Said Scootaloo.

                                            >Not exactly a plan you were thrilled with, but you didn't see any other logical option.

                                            "Well, maybe." You said leaning back on the seat. "But I don't know if your parents are going to be okay with it."

                                            >The girls start chatting between themselves, trying to decide on what to do.

                                            >It mostly consists of them try to convince Sweetie Belle, that her sister does count as an authority.

                                            "Sister, moral guardians, whatever, doesn't matter." You say.

                                            >"My parents are out of town, so Rarity's taking care of me." Said Sweetie Belle.

                                            >"I live with my grandma, but, yeah, my sister's taking care of me" Added Apple Bloom.

                                            >"I was staying with Rainbow Dash for the weekend, you should ask her." Said Scootaloo.

                                            "Well, do you have their phone numbers or cellphones? I'd rather confirm with them before driving back."

                                            >"Hand me your phone, I'll dial Rarity for you." Said Sweetie Belle.

                                            >You hand her your phone, and she inputs the number faster than you can retract your arm.

                                            >She hands you back your phone and click on the dial button, slightly impressed with how fast she was.

                                            >The phone gives out a tone a couple times, before someone answers.

                                            >"Hello, Rarity speaking."

                                            "Yeah, it's Anon, the school janitor?"

                                            >"Um... ah, yes, I remember now, what can I help you with?"

                                            "Well, I found your sister and her friends at the bus stop and they missed it and the next one isn't coming."

                                            >"Found my-- Oh dear, she's not hurt, is she? With this weath--"

                                            "No, no, she's fine, but I have a... slight issue."

                                            >"What?"

                                            "Well, the road to town is blocked and you can only walk through, but that' s not gonna happen."

                                            >Sweetie Belle grabs your phone and puts it to her ear.

                                            >"We thought we could stay over at Anon's for tonight until the road's clear." She said.

                                            >You can't hear what Rarity's saying, but she doesn't seem to be too bothered with the idea."

                                            >Sweetie Belle lets go of your arm before giving you a double thumbs up.

                                            "Yeah, what she said." You say,trying to get the conversation going again.

                                            >"I hope this isn't much of an inconvenience." Said Rarity.

                                            "Eh... not really, no." You said, mostly trying to convince yourself. "I mean, they're probably going to be bored as hell, but other than that, it's fine."

                                            >"I appreciate it, but what about the other girls?"

                                            "I was just about to call them to ask them."

                                            >"Oh, I can help you with that."

                                            >You hear the phone being put on the table, followed by a keyboard being used.

                                            >You turn around to the girls, who are all looking at you.

                                            >You shrug your shoulders, as you have as much as an idea as them on what's happening.

                                            >Rarity picks up the phone and starts talking to you again.

                                            >"I just asked Rainbow Dash and Applejack and they say they're okay with it."

                                            "Oh, well... thanks, that saves me a lot of trouble."

                                            >"Don't mention it, darling."

                                            >You resisted saying "Oh, you bet you call everyone that." as a joke.

                                            >Mostly because she actually does.

                                            "Well, I guess I should get going then. Um, any allergies I should know of, or..?"

                                            >"Only to peanuts." Rarity says.

                                            >That's not going to be a problem, as you hate the damned things.

                                            "Alright then, bye."

                                            >"Goodbye." Rarity says before hanging up.

                                            >Jesus, she talks like your grandmother.

                                            >You pocket your phone and turns to the girls.

                                            "What about you two, anything you shouldn't eat?"

                                            >"No." Simply states Scootaloo.

                                            >"Pears, but I think that's only because my sister doesn't like the competition..."

                                            >Competition?

                                            >Right, the cider thing.

                                            >You haven't seen her do a batch of those in a while, thought.

                                            >Ignoring the thought, you put the car in reverse and do a J-Turn.

                                            >Your car's front wheels slide across the frozen asphalt, making your car spin back to it's original position.

                                            "Oh, great, the road's freezing already." You say putting the car into first gear.

                                            >You turn around to see the girls piled on top of each other, them having lost their balance due to the car spinning.

                                            >You try your damnest not to laugh, which makes Sweetie Belle look down sadly.

                                            >Great, now you feel bad.

                                            "You girls okay?" You ask.

                                            >"Oh, sure, I only got stabbed by the seat belt buckle." Says Scootaloo while massaging her side.

                                            "Yeah, maybe you sitting on the middle wasn't that good of an idea." You say "But it's not like there's any option, unless you want to sit on top of me." You add as a joke.

                                            >The other girls laugh it off, but Scootaloo just looks at you.

                                            "Hey, I'm just messing with you, don't give me that look."

                                            >"O-oh."

                                            >Did she just sound disappointed?

                                            >Guess the heat's getting to you now.

                                            >You take out your jacket and hang it from the seat.

                                            >You start the car, trying your best not to make it spin again.

                                            >The ride's pretty uneventful, save for the girls chatting about stuff you really don't care about.

                                            "Hey, do you girls want to listen to some music?" You ask.

                                            >The three of them turn to you, with Sweetie Belle being the one that seems more excited about the prospect.

                                            "There's some cassettes on the glove box, pick what you want."

                                            >"Cassettes." Says Scootaloo. "What is this, 1984?"

                                            >"Seriously." Adds Apple Bloom.

                                            "Hey, the car's 35 years old, what the hell did you expect, a Bluetooth player?"

                                            >Sweetie Belle opens the glove compartment and takes out a box full of old cassettes.

                                            >"Aw, it's all rock music." She says sadly.

                                            >"Oh, let me see!" Says Scootaloo, climbing over Apple Bloom.

                                            >"Hey, watch it!" Protests Apple Bloom.

                                            >With her being on her knees, stretching over to see what's in the box, you get another peek at her ass.

                                            >Except this time the car's moving on a frozen road, so you gotta put all your efforts into concentrating on the road.

                                            >"Dude, where did you get all this stuff?" Says Scootaloo, sitting back down with the box in her hands.

                                            >And thank Jewish God for that.

                                            "They used to be my dad's before we moved here."

                                            >"Oh, did something happen to him?" Asks Apple Bloom.

                                            "Pfft, no. He was too damn lazy to look for a truck so he just bought the first one he found." You say as you turn into a curve, the back of the car sliding a little due to the ice. "Thing is, it didn't had a cassette player, so he just gave them all to me, along with this car."

                                            >"Man, look all this stuff!" Scootaloo says as she goes through the box. "Oh, let's listen to this one."

                                            "So much for dissing the things five minutes ago, huh?"

                                            >"Oh, shut up." Scootaloo says, popping Blizzard of Ozz into the cassette player.

                                            >Man, they're really getting into it.

                                            >Scootaloo's strumming on an air guitar, and Apple Bloom drumming in her legs along the bass line.

                                            >Even Sweetie Belle is singing some of the parts of the choruses.

                                            >Well, you honestly thought this was going to suck, but it isn't that bad.

                                            >If only it weren't twenty fucking degrees below freezing point.

                                            "Hey, we're near my house, turn that down a little."

                                            >"Aww..." Complains Scootaloo.

                                            >Honestly, you don't know why do you turn down the radio before you get into the house.

                                            >Guess it's just muscle memory at this point.

                                            >As you turn around the corner, however, the back of the car starts sliding out, making the car go sideways.

                                            >The girls start freaking out as the you lose control of the car.

                                            >However, you pull on the handbrake, and turn the steering wheel towards the other side, making the car drift.

                                            >You put your hand in front of Scootaloo to stop her from slamming into the dashboard, while Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom are held in place by the seat belt.

                                            >The car slides into the curb, rocking side-to-side and throwing Scootaloo in top of you.

                                            >A couple of seconds pass, as everyone sits in stunned silence.

                                            >"That was awesome!" Finally pipes up Scootaloo.

                                            >"Dude, how did you that!?" Asks Scootaloo, who's laying her head on your lap.

                                            >You collect yourself and sit her upright.

                                            "...That happens almost every time the road freezes over." You explain. "Seriously, having a back-wheel drive car in this place sucks." You say as you grab your jacket. "Stay here

                                            >"What, why?" Apple Bloom manages to struggle out while being bear hugged by Sweetie Belle.

                                            "I'm going to turn on the heat and get some blankets for you before you go out, I don't want you to get sick."

                                            >Since when do you care about that?

                                            >Whatever, it's not like you want them to get sick either.

                                            "Be right back." You say, as you get out of the car.

                                            >Be Scootaloo.

                                            >You're waiting for Anon to get back with a blanket so you don't freeze your legs off while walking to his house.

                                            >Speaking of, you stretch your legs to relieve some of the pain from walking in the cold.

                                            >"Those still hurtin'?" Asks Applebloom.

                                            "We walked all the way from school to the bus stop in freezing weather, what do you think?" You say.

                                            >"Jeez, I'm just asking" Apple Bloom responds. "Honestly, with all the runnin' you do with Dash I'm surprised you're even complainin'."

                                            "I'm usually wearing pants and not freezing to death while I'm doing that." You respond.

                                            >Be Anon again.

                                            >You turned on the heat and and are looking for some blankets for the girls.

                                            "Where did I left those damned things?" You think to yourself.

                                            >You open the main bedroom's closet and find some old bedspreads rolled neatly.

                                            >Those would have to do.

                                            >You grab a wool hat from the closet too to heat up your noggin.

                                            >You should probably grow out your hair sometime, this shit sucks in winter.

                                            >Opening the door, you get a face full of cold air, but the hat keeps your head warm.

                                            >Suck my dick Chione, you can't stop me.

                                            >You open the door and toss the bedspreads over to the girls.

                                            >Apple Bloom looks to you in confusion.

                                            "I couldn't find any blankets, those will have to do."

                                            >She shrugs and throws the blanket over her shoulder, before passing another to Sweetie Belle.

                                            >Scootaloo covers herself with the spread and steps out of the car, followed by the two other girls.

                                            >Apple Bloom grabs Sweetie Belle's hand and runs inside the house, leaving you and Scootaloo, who's limping behind.

                                            "Hey, are you alright?" You ask, noticing her limp.

                                            >"Y-yeah." Says Scootaloo. "I-it's just that the cold really makes my legs hurt for some reason."

                                            "Do you want me to carry you?" You said jokingly.

                                            >"N-no, no! It's fine." Says Scootaloo, burring her face into the bedspread.

                                            >You slam the door behind you, maybe expecting the cold to fuck off if you do that.

                                            >Sadly, it doesn't.

                                            >Apple Bloom looks around for a place to put the bedspread covered in snow.

                                            "Just put over the table, I'll clean them later."

                                            >Apple Bloom nods to you and takes the spread of her, followed by Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.

                                            >You, on the other hand, turn around to turn on the patio lights.

                                            >"Well, this is gonna be a problem." Says Scootaloo.

                                            "What, what is?" You ask.

                                            >As you turn around, you notice that not only were the bedspreads were covered in snow, but the girls too.

                                            >Apparently, they weren't thick enough to actually stop the snow from hitting them.

                                            >And now it's melting.

                                            "Shit."

                                            >Sweetie Belle sneezes and starts shivering again, even with the heat on.

                                            >"We should probably get rid of these." Says Apple Bloom.

                                            "Wait, what?" You respond.

                                            >"You can get sick if you're wearin' wet clothes, and none of us wants that." Explain Apple Bloom.

                                            >To be fair, she's right.

                                            >But you don't have any clothes that would fit them.

                                            >Unless...

                                            >You could give them some of your shirts.

                                            >I mean, you're almost twice their height, they could use them as a dress or something.

                                            >Though Scootaloo would probably need something to cover her legs with.

                                            >You'll figure that out when you get to it.

                                            "Okay, there's a guest bedroom in the back of the hallway, it has a bathroom, change there and I'll bring you something to wear."

                                            >The girls do so, walking down the hall while you go into the main bedroom.

                                            >You open your closet again and look for the longest shirts you can find.

                                            >You find one of your dad's old AC/DC shirts, he was kinda lanky, so that'll work.

                                            >One of your old dress shirts, and that red pattern shirt you use as pyjamas.

                                            >You'll just find something else to wear tonight.

                                            >Now, what the hell can Scootaloo use as pants?

                                            >Maybe there's an old pair of pants somewhere in here?

                                            >You open the middle door of the closet and start digging around.

                                            >You find some black running pants you used to wear when you were a kid laying in the bottom.

                                            >They smell like mothballs, but other than they're pretty clean.

                                            >Maybe.

                                            >You go into the guest bedroom and hear the girls fighting over something in the bathroom.

                                            >Whatever it is, you probably don't care about it.

                                            >You knock on the door to make them pay attention.

                                            "Hey, I found some old shirts and a pair of pants if anyone wants that."

                                            >You open the door a little and pass the clothes through.

                                            >As you're closing the door, you catch a glimpse of Sweetie Belle in the mirror.

                                            >She not wearing a bra, and her nipples are erect.

                                            >You close the door and try to think about something else.

                                            >Maybe if yo-- Wait, what time is it again?

                                            >You check the clock in the wall to see it's twenty to nine.

                                            >You should probably start cooking dinner.

                                            >Hope they're not too picky, since all you have is noodles and cheap tomato sauce.

                                            >You put a pot of water in top of the stove and pour a can of sauce into another.

                                            >You grab a handful of oregano and toss it in the sauce to at the very least add some taste.

                                            >"Hey, Anon?"

                                            >You turn around to see Applebloom in the red shirt, followed by Sweetie Belle in the dress shirt.

                                            "Where's Scootaloo?" You ask.

                                            >Scootaloo appears behind them limping a little, but not as bad as before.

                                            >"'Sup."

                                            "Is your leg getting better?"

                                            >"Yeah, it doesn't hurt as much anymore." Scootaloo says.

                                            "Good. Not that you're changed, go sit at the table if you want, I'll be there when I finish with this."

                                            >While you're cooking, you can once again hear them talk about... something.

                                            >Honestly, you're getting kinda curious now.

                                            >You strain the noodles and throw the sauce in top of the pasta.

                                            >Man, you could win the Iron Cook with this shit.

                                            "Hey, I'm done here, can you help me with the plates?"

                                            >"On it!" Says Applebloom.

                                            >The three of them get into the kitchen and start bringing plates to the table.

                                            >The four of you eat while watching some old LaserDisc movies.

                                            >...

                                            >Shit, Scootaloo was right, you should probably buy some new stuff every once in a while.

                                            >In the middle of a movie, the lights go down for a second, then come back once the generator kicks in.

                                            >"What just happened?" Asks Sweetie Belle.

                                            "Well shit, the power just went out." You say. "The generator should be enough to keep the lights on, but we can't use more than one appliance at the time or the thing is gonna get burned."

                                            >Good thing you decided on gas-powered heating.

                                            >Seriously, what kind of idiot uses electrical heating?

                                            >"Well, may as well go to bed." Says Apple Bloom.

                                            >"Yeah, we should." Adds Sweetie Belle.

                                            >"There's a bunk bed in the guest bedroom, plus a very big sofa. I'll go do the--"

                                            >"No, no, it's alright, I can do it no problem." Says Apple Bloom.

                                            >Apple Bloom grabs Sweetie Belle hands and drags her along with her.

                                            >"I-I'll be right there, girls!" Says Scootaloo.

                                            >Did she just stutter?

                                            >You're left alone with Scootaloo, who has her leg on top of a chair.

                                            >After several moments of awkward silence, you decide you may as well break it.

                                            "So... I should probably be going to bed too, considering there's nothing to do."

                                            >You turn around to head to your room, but Scootaloo stops you.

                                            >"W-wait!" Scootaloo clears her throat. "I mean, can I ask you a favor?"

                                            >Oh boy.

                                            "Sure, what is it?"

                                            >"You see, my leg's been hurting since we've got here, so I was wondering if you could, you know, massage it?"

                                            >Seriously?

                                            "Seriously?"

                                            >"Yeah, Sweetie Belle is not strong enough to do anything, and I'm worried Apple Bloom may do more damage than good."

                                            >Well, this is even more awkward.

                                            >At least she's the only one wearing pants, so that's a plus.

                                            "Alright, let me see it."

                                            >"Wait, really?"

                                            "Yeah, sure, I don't see why not."

                                            >You grab a chair and sit next to Scootaloo's leg.

                                            "Where does it hurt?"

                                            >"In my thigh, near the knee."

                                            >Are you shitting fucking me.

                                            "Right..."

                                            >You grab Scootaloo's leg and start poking around near her leg until you hear her cringe a little.

                                            "There?"

                                            >"Yeah, that's the spot."

                                            >You start massaging in circles with the tip of your fingers, trying to relax the muscle.

                                            >Much to your surprise, the muscle in her leg were extremely tense.

                                            "Jesus, that must hurt."

                                            >"It does."

                                            >You start squeezing her leg a little, trying to get it to relax.

                                            >However, there's only so much you can do through her clothes.

                                            "Hey, could you take off your pants?"

                                            >"W-what?"

                                            "I can't do much if I'm massaging your pants, so I need you to take them off."

                                            >"S-sure, g-give me a second."

                                            >Scootaloo takes a deep breath, before taking off her pants all the way to her ankles.

                                            >...

                                            >Why isn't she wearing panties.

                                            "Why aren't you wearing panties."

                                            >Scootaloo face is completely red right now, but she doesn't seem to be too bothered by you seeing her naked.

                                            >"They got wet when the snow melted, so I had to take them off..."

                                            >You look at Scootaloo with the most incredulous face you can manage.

                                            "Right, next thing you're gonna tell me your bra did too."

                                            >Scootaloo lifts her shirt to confirm what you just said.

                                            "...Why do I even bother."

                                            >Scootaloo shuffles in place, before looking at you.

                                            >Well, this can't get any more awkward, so you may as well go with it.

                                            "Be honest with me, what were you trying to accomplish here?"

                                            >Scootaloo lays back in her seat, while keeping her legs clossed.

                                            >"W-well, you see, um..."

                                            "Words, Scootaloo. Use words."

                                            >Scootaloo takes a deep breath.

                                            >"Other than Apple Bloom, Sweetie, and Dash I don't have any other friends, and, well, you been helping us so much in school, even with things that didn't make any sense..."

                                            "What, like the beet catapult?"

                                            >"Yeah, stuff like that."

                                            "What did you even use that thing for?"

                                            >"We pelted Miss Chrysalis car with it."

                                            "Huh. That does explain why she came to work on the bus for a week."

                                            >Scootaloo shifts in place again, this time with a tiny "squelch" sound.

                                            >"So... yeah, I think you can figure it out by now..." She says, while looking away from you.

                                            "Yeah..."

                                            >You take it back, this could get more awkward.

                                            >So, the question is what to do now.

                                            >In one hand, you could give her what she wants, but, you know, she is 14...

                                            >Or, you can totally break her heart and tell her off.

                                            >...

                                            >And honestly?

                                            >You don't think you have the heart for the second one.

                                            "Hey, Scoots."

                                            >Scootaloo looks up to you, her face still red.

                                            "You sure you want to do this?"

                                            >Scootaloo stands up to add more flair to her words.

                                            >"Absolutely!"

                                            "So much for your leg hurting, huh?"

                                            >Scootaloo looks down and sits back down, laughing nervously.

                                            "Well, if you really believe so."

                                            >You grab your chair and move it next to Scootaloo's.

                                            "What do you want to begin with?"

                                            >"M-maybe we could, you know, kiss for a bit?"

                                            "And you call me old-fashioned?"

                                            >Scootaloo lightly punches your shoulder.

                                            >"Don't be a dick, or I'm changing my mind." She says jokingly.

                                            "Somehow I doubt that." You say, trying not to laugh.

                                            >Scootaloo scoots over to the side of the chair and looks at you.

                                            >She plants a little kiss in your lips before putting more of her weight behind it.

                                            >You put you hand on her shoulder and start tracing it down her back.

                                            >You grab onto her hips and give them a little squeeze.

                                            >Scootaloo breaks the kiss and looks at you.

                                            "Aw." You say with mock disappointment "No tongue?"

                                            >"Remember what I said about being a dick?" Scootaloo says while smiling.

                                            >You suddenly remember that you left the door leading to the hallway open.

                                            "Hold on a sec."

                                            >You walk over to it and softly shut it.

                                            "Don't want to wake them up, now do we?"

                                            >"Shouldn't you lock it?"

                                            "Tell you the truth, I have no idea where half to keys of this house are." You say while looking around. "The only ones I have are the of the front door and the bathroom, for some reason."

                                            >"Weird."

                                            "Very."

                                            >You walk back to Scootaloo, who leans back in her seat.

                                            >"So, what do we now?"

                                            >You put your hand on her leg and trace it all the way to her vagina, giving her clitoris a flick.

                                            >Scootaloo gives a little moan, and shudders a bit.

                                            >You trace her entrance with the tip of your finger, while occasionally touching her clitoris with your thumb.

                                            >"H-hey, come on, don't tease me like that."

                                            "If you say so." You say, plunging two fingers into her.

                                            >Scootaloo leans forward, suppressing a moan.

                                            >You didn't knew she was this sensitive.

                                            "Crap, you okay?"

                                            >Scootaloo sighs and leans backwards into the chair.

                                            >"Y-yeah, never better."

                                            >With that being confirmed, you start pumping your fingers in and out of her.

                                            >This makes her let out long moans, while grabbing onto your arm.

                                            >You take out your fingers out of her, and start walking behind her.

                                            >"W-why did you stop?"

                                            "Trust me, you're gonna like this better."

                                            >Leaning behind her now, you start pumping into her again.

                                            >This time, you put your hand inside her shirt and start playing with one of her nipples.

                                            >Scootaloo grabs onto your arm again, and starts grinding into the chair.

                                            >You lift her shirt up to her shoulders, and start kissing her neck.

                                            >After a few minutes of this, Scootaloo clenches into your fingers, and squeezes your arm.

                                            >She lets go of your arm and tries to catch her breath.

                                            "You okay?"

                                            >"O-oh yeah... I'm doing great." Scootaloo says between pants.

                                            >You take off your shirt and pants, and throw them on top of the table.

                                            >You sit down in front of Scootaloo and motion her to come over to you.

                                            >Scootaloo stands up and walks towards you, tossing her shirt off to the side.

                                            >She sits on your lap, pressing against your erection.

                                            "Hey, you sure you're ready?"

                                            >"Ready as I'll ever be."

                                            >Scootaloo raises her hips a little and guides your dick with her hand.

                                            >She grabs onto your shoulder with her other hand, while struggling to get it inside.

                                            "Hey, hey, wait, hold on a second."

                                            >Scootaloo looks up to you in confusion.

                                            >"What, what happened, did I do something wrong?"

                                            "No, but we should probably use lube if you're straining so much."

                                            >"Yeah, you're right..." Says Scootaloo as she gets off you.

                                            "There's some on the nightstand of the--"

                                            >You're cut off by Scootaloo taking the entire length of your penis into her mouth.

                                            "H-holy shit..."

                                            >Scootaloo bobs her head up and down, coating your member with her spit.

                                            >Finally, she slowly takes it off her mouth, before licking the tip.

                                            >"That's lubed enough for you?"

                                            "D-do I even want to ask where you learned that?"

                                            >"Oh, come on, as if it you're the only person in the world that watches porn."

                                            >Well, she got you there.

                                            >"Now, where were we?" She says while climbing on top of you.

                                            >She once again struggles to get even the tip in, but manages to finally get it in.

                                            >Scootaloo lets out a silent gasp, as she shudders from the sudden penetration.

                                            "Hey, Scoots, you alright?"

                                            >Scootaloo takes a deep breath and lets go of your shoulder.

                                            >"Y-yeah, I'll be fine." She says while she puts her hands on your chest.

                                            >"Okay... Here we go."

                                            >Scootaloo slowly lifts her hips before slamming down into yours.

                                            >She lets out a little squeal, and you grit your teeth trying not to cum right then and there.

                                            >She's way tighter than what you expected, and even lubed up she has some trouble moving.

                                            >"O-oh man, this feels really good."

                                            "Y-yeah, I agree..."

                                            >"Should I keep going?"

                                            "What kind of question is that?"

                                            >Scootaloo grins at you and starts moving her hips again, picking up speed every time.

                                            >Her moans are almost drowned out by the sound of her slapping against your hips.

                                            >You trace her legs all the way to her clitoris and start massaging it in small circles, making Scootaloo yelp.

                                            >You keep doing this motion for a few minutes, before she slams down the entire length of your member.

                                            >She clenches hard and lets out a low moan, while grabbing onto your neck.

                                            >Her shuffling on top of you, combined with how tight she is, makes you cum too.

                                            >This takes her by surprise, making her jump a little, making her lose balance.

                                            >You manage to react and catch her before she falls of he table.

                                            >You use the situation to pull her into a hug while her orgasm finishes.

                                            >You're both sitting in the middle of the room, covered in sweat and panting on -30° weather.

                                            >It's a good thing you paid extra for that insulation, eh?

                                            >Scootaloo breaks off the hug so she can look at you.

                                            >"I... wow."

                                            "Eloquent as always, huh?"

                                            >Scootaloo laughs a little before getting off of you.

                                            >You stretch out your legs a little before doing the same thing.

                                            >Scootaloo tosses your shirt at your direction and you manage to catch it.

                                            >"We should probably clean up before going to bed."

                                            "The shower's pretty big, I'm sure the both of us can fit in there."

                                            >"Think it can fit the four of us?"

                                            >You and Scootaloo turn to the hallway to see Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle standing in the door frame completely naked.

                                            >This is totally not good.

                                            >"H-hey girls..." Says Scootaloo

                                            >You're frozen in shock, and just keep staring back and forth between the three.

                                            >"Scootaloo..." Says Apple Bloom in a menacing tone.

                                            >She walks towards both of you while glaring at Scootaloo.

                                            >She stops less than 15 centimeters away from you.

                                            >"I can't believe you started without us." Says Apple Bloom in a sultry tone.

                                            >What.

                                            >"What."

                                            "What."

                                            >"Did you really think I'd let ya having all the fun for yerself?"

                                            >Apple Bloom turns towards you, and smiles mischievously.

                                            >You, in turn, turn towards Scootaloo, who's facepalming.

                                            >"J-Just do what she wants, or we'll never hear the end of it." Scootaloo says.

                                            >"Sweetie, what about you?" Apple Bloom says as she turns her head towards her.

                                            >"Well... How about we make this a threesome then?" Says Sweetie Belle.

                                            >It's always the quiet ones.

                                            "Yeah, no."

                                            >"What?" Apple Bloom asks.

                                            "Either Scootaloo is in it too, or we don't do this at all."

                                            >"Heh, think you can the three of us at the same time?" Says Apple Bloom, putting her hand on her hips and shifting her weight.

                                            "Pfft, no."

                                            >Apple Bloom looks at you in confusion.

                                            "I want her helping me, not fucking me."

                                            >Scootaloo looks at you, before chuckling and looking at Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle.

                                            >"Sure, I'm game." Scootaloo says.

                                            >Apple Bloom turns around to Sweetie Belle, who simply shrugs.

                                            >"Well, if that's how ya want it..." Apple Bloom says, while walking towards the table.

                                            >Apple Bloom bends over on top of it, while spreading her asscheeks.

                                            >"Then come and get it..."

                                            "Is she always this smug?" You ask Scootaloo.

                                            >"Yes, it's extremely annoying."

                                            >"Hey, not I'm not!" Protests Apple Bloom.

                                            >"Actually, you are." Says Sweetie Belle.

                                            >"Look, we fuckin' or what?" Demands Apple Bloom.

                                            >You shrug and simply walk towards the table, followed by Scootaloo.

                                            >"Well cowboy, do you think you tame this bu--"

                                            "You know, Scootaloo was right, that is pretty annoying."

                                            >"Oh my God, just put in my ass and shut up." Says Apple Bloom.

                                            "Sure thin-- Wait, we need the lube."

                                            >"Let me help you with that..." Says Scootaloo.

                                            >You stop Scootaloo from sucking your dick again.

                                            "I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I'm going to need actual lube this time." You explain.

                                            >"I found it!" Sweetie Belle says, before throwing the lube your way.

                                            >You catch the lube, then look up to Sweetie Belle.

                                            "How did you knew where this thing was?"

                                            >"Oh, come on, you may as well had left a neon sign on top of it."

                                            >You look at Scootaloo, who simply shrugs.

                                            >"Just go with it."

                                            >You shake your head and open the bottle, but Scootaloo grabs it.

                                            >"Let me help you with that."

                                            >She squirts some lube on your dick and then in her hand, then starts smearing it as smoothly as she can.

                                            >She walks up to Apple Bloom and wipes the excess in her ass, before spreading her cheeks.

                                            >You walk up to them and line up with Apple Bloom's asshole.

                                            >You grind your tip on it to make sure you're both properly lubed up.

                                            >"Are ya puttin' in or what?"

                                            >Jesus Christ, this girl is impatient.

                                            >You start pushing it in, doing your best not to enter too fast.

                                            >You manage to hilt yourself in her, which makes her let out a long sigh.

                                            >"Well, what are you waitin' for? Go for it." Apple Bloom says, smiling at you.

                                            >You take a small step back to better position yourself, and start thrusting in her. pulling out half of your length, then pushing back in.

                                            >Apple Bloom certainly isn't as noisy as Scootaloo, being happy to simply let out a short yelp or "Oh", every once in a while.

                                            >"Come on now, don't be shy, you can go faster than that!" Says Apple Bloom.

                                            >You once again preposition yourself and start humping at a faster pace, making her ass slap against your hips.

                                            >Now Apple Bloom's starts making more noise, moaning every time you thrust into her.

                                            >You reach around her and start fingering her, making Apple Bloom yelp in surprise.

                                            >As you near your own orgasm, you start playing with her clitoris as well.

                                            >You go as deep as you can go, cumming inside her.

                                            >Apple Bloom lets out a short scream as she orgasms as well, almost falling off the table, but being held in place by you.

                                            >You take a step back and pull out of her, getting a nice look at her now gaping asshole.

                                            >Apple Bloom sigh contently, before turning to you.

                                            >"H-heck, that wasn't half bad."

                                            >You turn to Scootaloo, who's sitting on top of the table.

                                            >"That's her way of saying she liked it."

                                            >You're gonna have to read up in your cowboy speak after this.

                                            >You both turn to Sweetie Belle, who's now sitting on the floor masturbating.

                                            >Scootaloo clears her throat to get her attention.

                                            >Sweetie Belle jumps a little, then blushes.

                                            >"Sorry, I got kinda into it." Sweetie says.

                                            "So, how do you wanna do it?"

                                            >"Well, I was thinking... maybe we can do it in the bed? It looks really comfy."

                                            >That's... surprisingly tame for the girl that suggested a threesome.

                                            >But hey, who are you to judge.

                                            "Alright, lead the way."

                                            >Sweetie Belle stands up, and you and Scootaloo follow suit.

                                            >She jumps on the bed, ruffling up the bedspread, and sending the pillows flying.

                                            >"She's certainly eager." Comments Scootaloo.

                                            >You climb into bed and lay down, but Sweetie Belle grabs you by the arm and makes you sit up.

                                            >She lays down in front of you and spreads her legs, then motions motions towards you.

                                            >"You're not gonna make me do all the work, will you?" Sweetie Belle says.

                                            "If that's how you want it..." You say, while grabbing the lube.

                                            >"I also want Scootaloo to play with my breasts while we're doing it."

                                            >Aaaaaaaand there it is.

                                            >"We both knew we weren't going to get away with something that simple." Comments Scootaloo.

                                            >She climbs over the bed and sits on top of Sweetie Belle stomach.

                                            >"I'm not too heavy for you, am I?" Asks Scootaloo.

                                            >"Nope, it's like you're barely there." Responds Sweetie Belle.

                                            >Scootaloo was surprisingly light considering how well toned she was.

                                            >But then again, if Rainbow Dash weighs fuck all and they train together, it makes sense.

                                            >You crawl towards both of them, then line up with Sweetie Belle.

                                            >At the same time, Scootaloo grabs onto her breasts, eliciting a giggle from Sweetie Belle.

                                            >You start pushing yourself inside her, getting it in when Sweetie Belle scoots backwards towards you.

                                            >This throws Scootaloo off balance, giving Sweetie Belle a face full of Scootaboob.

                                            >"Shit, sorry about that." Says Scootaloo while picking herself up.

                                            >"Hey, I wasn't complaining." Responds Sweetie Belle.

                                            >Jesus, Scootaloo wasn't kidding when she said she was eager.

                                            >You get yourself into a more comfortable position and start thrusting.

                                            >Meanwhile, Scootaloo is playing with Sweetie Belle's breasts, squishing them and pulling on her nipples.

                                            >As you start picking up speed, Scootaloo start being harder on the breasts, squeezing on them as she was trying to milk them and twisting on her nipples.

                                            >And Sweetie Belle couldn't be happier, as she's moaning loud enough that you're worried someone in the city is going to hear her.

                                            >You grab Sweetie Belle by her lower back and lift her so you can get better leverage.

                                            >Scootaloo climbs down from Sweetie Belle chest and lays down, suckling one of Sweetie Belle's breast, while playing with the other.

                                            >You, on the other hand, are thrusting as fast as you can, pulling out until you're three quarters out and then going as deep as you can.

                                            >As she's nearing her orgasm, Sweetie Belle locks her legs behind you and pushes you in, making you hilt in her.

                                            >You cum inside of her, making her squeal on delight, as she pulls on the covers of the bed.

                                            >As her orgasms settles down, she lets her legs go limp, looking at you with a smile on her face.

                                            >"That... was great..." Sweetie Belle said.

                                            >You sit back down as Scootaloo does the same besides you.

                                            "This wasn't exactly how I planned to spend the night, but I'm not complaining."

                                            >"You and me both." Says Scootaloo as she leans in for a kiss.

                                            >"See, I told you it was gonna be fun." Apple Bloom said to Sweetie Belle.

                                            >Well, that was a mood killer.

                                            >"You were right!" Sweetie Belle said as she sat up in the bed. "I didn't believe you at first, but I'm glad I was wrong!".

                                            "Well, it's good that you all had your fun--"

                                            >Oh balls.

                                            >You came inside all of them.

                                            >Well, Apple Bloom doesn't count, but still.

                                            "Oh crap, I didn't even consider the two of you getting pregnant. Oh fuc--"

                                            >"Anon, it's okay." Said Scootaloo. "What day is it, the 24th?"

                                            "At this point it's the 25th already."

                                            >"Yeah, we're fine then, dontcha worry." Added Apple Bloom.

                                            >"You don't really count for this, you know." Said Sweetie Belle.

                                            >"Your point bein'?"

                                            >"I'm just saying..." Added Sweetie Belle.

                                            >You stretch your your arms and jump off the bed.

                                            "Well, I'm gonna take a shower, anyone want to join me?"

                                            >"Hell yeah I do!" Said Scootaloo while jumping over Sweetie Belle.

                                            >"Not like I have too much of a choice, really." Said Apple Bloom while clenching her cheeks.

                                            >"Do you have conditioner?" Asked Sweetie Belle. "Because otherwise my hair gets all puffy and--"

                                            "Your hair's already puffy." You interrupt.

                                            >"No, I mean, even puffier. I end up looking like a pink and purple hot air balloon."

                                            >"We found one of Fluttershy's hamster inside her hair one of those times." Added Scootaloo.

                                            "I'm... sure I have something laying around..?"

                                            >"Then count me in too!" Said Sweetie Belle.

                                            >The next day you started dropping off the girls at their respective houses.

                                            >The first one was Apple Bloom, as she lived near the outskirts of the site and was the closest.

                                            >She hugs Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo goodbye and gives you a peck on the cheek.

                                            >When she gets out of the car she's greeted by her sister and oh my fuck that's a goddamn half-orc.

                                            >Motherfucker could punch a tree in half with those arms, holy shit.

                                            >You wave goodbye to them and speed out as fast as you can before he decides to bench press your car.

                                            >Next up was Sweetie Belle, since her sister was out shopping for clothes near downtown.

                                            >She hopped out of the car and waved goodbye to the both of you before jumping into Rarity's arms.

                                            >You wave goodbye to them and Rarity mouths the words "Thank you".

                                            >Last was Scootaloo, as Dash lived in an apartment in the middle of the city.

                                            >You park your car next to the building and turn to Scootaloo.

                                            "Well, that was certainly a fun night."

                                            >"Easy for you to say, considering you banged two of my friends along with me." She said jokingly.

                                            >You laugh and lean over to Scootaloo.

                                            "I'll make it up to you, promise."

                                            >Scootaloo leans to you and kisses you in the lips.

                                            >"I'm looking forward to it."

                                            >With that, she gets out of the car and rings Rainbow Dash's apartment so she can let her in.

                                            >You wave goodbye to her and turn on the car's engine.

                                            >You sit there with the foot on the clutch, before reaching into your jacket and dialing Scootaloo's number.

                                            >You still have six more free days, so why not plan ahead?