My Loyal Ponies: Scootaloo

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"Do you know who I am?"
>Your tone is cold
>The orange filly cowers before your feet
>You stand at about twice the height of a typical pony
>This one, you tower over, nearly three times her size
>"You're... Anonymous."
>She states it like an unfortunate fact
>She's afraid, but she's accepted her fate
"Go on."
>She refuses to meet your gaze
>"Nightmare Moon's best enforcer."
>A shiver runs through the filly pegasus
"That's right."
>You bend down, bringing your face close to her's
>She recoils slightly
"And do you know why you're here?"
>She swallows, keeping her head downcast
>"So that you can torture... and kill me..."
"I asked you why, no for what."
>You grab her chin, pulling her face up
>She keeps her eyes down, refusing to meet your gaze
"Don't disobey me. Answer my questions properly."
>You lace your words with as much venom as possible
>You want her scared, but without outright threats
>"Because... I stole food from the royal guard..."
>Indeed, that was the reason she had been imprisoned
>Theft from the crown is considered treason, regardless of how trivial
>Treason means one of two things: Execution or entrance to your collection
"That is partly true. That is the reason you were picked up. But not the real reason."
>She heaves a depressed sigh
>"Because I'm a traitor..."
>You let her chin down and her head drops
"Ridiculous."
>The filly's ears perk up
>Slowly she raises her head, she looks at you with doubt and unease
"You're here because you need help, sweetie."
>The filly blinks in confusion
>You smile warmly
>It's a drastic change of pace to be so kind to an unbroken pet
>A little refreshing, really
>"What?"
>You give a friendly pat to her head, mussing her magenta hair
"A happy pony wouldn't need to steal food..."
>The little filly's expression grows more confused
>She stares at the floor, brow still furrowed in uncertainty
>"I... was hungry."
>You chuckle lightly
"Of course, dear, but you shouldn't be hungry like that!"
>She looks back up at you, with a look you can't determine as perplexed or angry
"Your parents should really be feeding you more!"
>Her eyes cast themselves down once more
>"I... I don't know my parents..."
>You knew this, of course
>Each new slave has a detail intelligence report created for them
>It usually gives you plenty of ammo for breaking them down
"Oh... I'm sorry..."
>It has been a long time since you even feigned empathy
"Then... who takes care of you, hun?"
>Without moving her head she sighs
>"I take care of myself."
>You pause for a moment, pretending to be taking in the news
>You place your hand on her shoulder
>She looks up to you with blurry eyes
"How about we get you some food?"
>Blinking a tear loose, a weak smile appears on her face
"Apples? Carrots? What would you like?"
>"I'd really like a carrot..."
>You ask the guard outside the chamber door to fetch a few carrots
>He returns quickly with the food
>You take it and turn back to your pegasus
>She's staring at the food intently
>With a little flourish you hold up the bundle of carrots
"Voila!"
>Her tiny wings flitter with excitement
>She leans forward but doesn't move
>She wants to be cautious, restrain her enthusiasm, but her hunger is too great and she gives herself away
>You step forward, bringing the smell of the food to her
"And what do you say?"
>You ask the hypothetical like an overbearing parent
>It takes a moment for her to break eye contact with the food to look to you
>Her look is confused
>"What?"
>You click your tongue at her
"What do you say when someone gives you something, hmm?"
>She blinks, thinking for a minute
>"Uh... thanks?"
>Well you can't fault her for never being raised properly
"Not yet,"
>you correct her
"First you say 'please'."
>She looks a little embarrassed
>"Oh, um, please."
>You give her a warm smile
"Very good."
>Another few steps and you're right next to her
>You take a seat next to her and bring one of the carrots up to her mouth
"Here you go, sweetie."
>Nervously she brings her open mouth to the carrot
>After a small bite her face lights up
>She rabidly takes several more chomps, chews furiously and swallows, letting out a contented sigh
>After a moment she catches herself
>"Oh, uh, sorry..."
"Whatever for?"
>She smiles sheepishly
>"For eating out of your hand like that... I kinda got carried away."
>You chuckle a little
"It's fine, dear."
>You hold up the rest of the carrot in your open palm
>After a moment's hesitation, she reached for another bite
>Her lips tickle the skin of your hand as she takes another chunk of carrot
>Keeping your feeding hand steady you set the other carrots down to free your other hand
>You reach up and run your fingers through her mane as she chews happily
>One more bite and she's finished all but the leafy greens
>She looks over to you
>"Can I have some more? ...uh, please?"
>Your expression turns stern
"Come now, eat all of it. The green bits are good for you."
>Her face contorts into a grimace
>"Ugh, but they're so bitter."
>You rebuff your stern glare
>She groans loudly and turns back to the greens
>Her muzzle scrunched in disgust, she slowly reaches for the leaves before quickly gobbling them down
>"Blech."
>You give her another pat on the head
"There, that wasn't so bad."
>She gives another weak smile
>You wait for a moment, trying to look expectant
>Her meager confidence fades, as she's unsure what you want
"Now you can say 'thank you', dear."
>She shuffles a bit
>"Oh, right... thank you."
>You lean in and plant a kiss on her forehead
>As you pull back you can see her surprise
"I'm so sorry, I haven't asked your name yet."
>She shakes her head a bit, a soft blush already forming
>"Oh, uh... my name's Scootaloo..."
>Obviously you already knew this, but introductions were important
"That's a nice name for you, Scootaloo."
>She tries to hide her smile
"You already know my name is Anonymous..."
>You keep your tone friendly
"But if you want to live here, you will call me Master."
>She turns back to you
>Her cheeks are still flushed, but her expression is neutral
>"Master?"
"Yes, dear. That is how all of my pets must address me."
>Her brow furrows a bit
>"Your... pets?"
>You stand, being sure to take the carrots as you do
"I take care of many ponies, like you."
>You pace around the room in front of her
>Her indignant glare follows you
"They need help, and I provide for them. In exchange, they keep me entertained."
>You stop pacing and face her head-on
>She's cast her eyes to the floor, trying to grasp the concept
"So if you'd like, you can stay here. You'll have a warm place to sleep and plenty of food."
>She brings a fore-hoof to her stomach, remembering her hunger
"I'll take care of you."
>She look up to you, her brow still furrowed
>"And what if I don't want to be your pet?"
>You try to look taken back, as if the thought hadn't occurred to you
"You're not a prisoner here. You were only restrained so that you wouldn't do any harm to yourself or someone else."
>You step over to her and lean down
>You unfasten the restraint bound around her hind legs
>While still close to her you speak softly
"I'd really like for you to stay, Scootaloo."
>She shivers slightly as you speak her name
>You move away from her and to the chamber door
>You remove your ring of keys and hold it before her
"I'm leaving these here."
>You place them on a high shelf, mounted on the wall
"If you want to leave, you can. I'll tell the guards to let you go."
>You try to make your voice sound despondent
>She simply watches you
>You sigh
"I hope you make the right decision..."
>You leave the room, locking the door behind you
>Finally you drop your false demeanor
>You rest against the door and sigh
>It took more willpower than you'd like to admit to stop yourself from making her cry
>You could have tormented her and broke her down so easily
>But no
>You'll work harder, but for the better payoff
>How great will it be to warp her mind? Make her into a perverted vassal to you
>You lazily look to the carrots in your hand
>Amazing the power of hunger
>You crack a bite of the veggies off and toss the scraps to the castle floor
>You'll come back in a couple hours
>You'll check in on the new pet's "decision"
>You snicker to yourself as you walk off to a hearty dinner

>You open the heavy door to Scootaloo's chambers
>The rusted hinges make an awful screech
>Despite the noise you find Scootaloo dead asleep on the bed in the far corner of the room
>She must have exhausted herself trying to reach the keys
>Didn't help that she was half starved
>You approach her
>Her mouth hangs open and she snores quietly
>You stealthily take a seat on the edge of the bed and turn to her
>Her tiny tongue barely peeks out of her parted lips
>You bring your hand to her face, gingerly stroking her cheek
>You slide your hand to her chin
>With little effort you pull her mouth open
>Scootaloo doesn't stir from her rest
>You eye her gaping mouth
>You can feel your heart rate increases
>Imagine it
>You could ram your cock into her throat before she even had the chance to wake up
>She'd awaken in shock and pain as your rod chokes what little life she has left out of her
>Then as her eyes flutter and roll back into her skull you'd finally let up, let her gasp for air as you coat her face with your seed
>She'd cough and wheeze through her tears and your cum
>She knew you would be cruel, but her innocent young mind could never have guessed
>You blink yourself back to reality
>You inhale deeply
>Then exhale
>You need to be calm
>You run your hand over your little filly's mane
>It's a bit dirty, but still soft and pleasant
>Petting her is calming, like a cat or lapdog
>Just as you've gotten yourself under control, Scootaloo stirs
>You continue to stroke her mane
>She fidgets and yawns, rolling in place to her side
>Her eyes crack open, and she blinks, adjusting them to the light
>As she realizes where she is, her expression turns sour
>Her eyes find you and go wide
>She's still afraid of you
>You speak softly
"Didn't mean to wake you."
>Another stroke of her mane and she seems to relax a little
>"No, it's okay... "
>She sets herself up on her haunches
>"I'm not tired."
>She says while stifling a yawn
>You chuckle and ruffle her mane
>She groans and pulls away, then runs a hoof over her head to straighten it back out
>After she's fixed her hair you gesture to the keys on the shelf
"Since you're still here... Can I assume you'll be staying?"
>Scootaloo looks to the keys and grimaces
>She casts her eyes down
>"Well... I..."
>You scoop her chin and bring her face to your's
>Her eyes glisten in the torchlight
>She's scared
>More than that though, she's embarrassed
>She doesn't want to admit that she couldn't run away if she wanted to
>What she needs now is comfort
"It's okay, Scootaloo, I understand."
>You smile at her, but her expression is of shock
>"Y-you do?"
"Yes, sweetie, and it's okay."
>She looks away from you
>A tear runs down her cheek and you wipe it away
"You're afraid that if you stay here that I'll abandon you."
>But maybe not the right kind of comfort
>She looks back to you through blurry eyes
"But you shouldn't worry."
>You pull her in for a hug
"I'll always take care of you."
>Scootaloo is stiff in your embrace
>After a moment though, you feel her body relax
>"O-... Okay."
>She sounds genuinely relieved
>You release her from the hug and move apart from her
>Her face still betrays her concerns, but she's smiling
"Anything I can get you before bed?"
>It takes a moment for her to respond
>She's still starving
>"Actually yeah..."
>She watches you for a negative reaction
>You don't give her one
"Well, what is it?"
>Your tone is sing-songy, as you gently mock her
>She blushes
>"A glass of milk?"
>You pat her on the head as you stand
"Of course."
>She watches from the bed as you go to the door and beckon a guard
>You whisper your orders to him and wait for his return
>He returns swiftly with a glass of warmed milk
>You move back to the bed, where Scootaloo has dug herself under the covers
>You sit on the edge of the bed
>You bring the glass up to Scootaloo's mouth
>Scootaloo guides your hand to pour the warm milk passed her lips
>After several large gulps, you lower the glass and set it to the bedside table
>Her eyes have already fluttered shut
>You tuck the blankets around Scootaloo, wrapping her in a snug bundle
>She lets out a sigh of contentedness as you finish
>You lean in for another kiss on her forehead
>After the soft kiss you hold yourself over her body
>She's still conscious despite her closed eyes
>She can sense your presence and you see a blush start to form on her face
>You linger for only long enough to impose yourself before standing to go

>Arrive at Scootaloo's room
>You open the heavy door and enter
>The entire main chamber was thick with humidity
>From the opposite end of the door you see fog bellowing out of the bath chamber
>Among the platter of water and random splashes you hear Scootaloo's harsh singing
>"We are the Cutie Mark Crusaders!"
>"On a-hmm mhh hmm hmm hmm mmh mmh!"
>"Hmm mmh hmm never stop the journey!"
"La lala la la la cutie marks!"
>You know the words of her song better than she does
>And you could probably hit a few notes by chance at least
>It is perhaps the most grating noise of a voice you've ever heard
>However there's something about it
>The kinda toyboyish roughness to it
>The way it cracks at odd intervals
>It has a sort of charm
>But no matter, there was training to do
>You stand in front of the bathroom doorway, the door left wide open
>On the shower curtain you see a silhouette of Scootaloo
>She's practically rolling around in the shower water
>She flaps her wings and rubs them over her face like a sort of bird
>Then she shakes her body, flinging the water around like a dog
>Most people, and ponies you've come to find, have bathing down to a routine
>She, however, doesn't seem to be used to the activity
>Probably only had the luxury of a shower during a scheduled rain
>You snap yourself back to the task at hand
>Scootaloo's childish dancing behind the curtain had distracted you
>You have to take a moment to restrain your erection before beginning
"Scootaloo."
>Your voice is loud and authoritative
>It easily cuts through the cacophony coming from the bath
>Scootaloo yelps and tumbles to the tub floor
>"Ouch."
>She grumbles in irritation but then returns her thoughts to her fear of you
>She moves to turns the shower water off, leaving a silence broken only by the water drops dripping from her wet body
>"Oh, Anon... h-hey..."
>She was still covered by the shower curtain, but you could see her hooves placed defensively over her body
"Scootaloo, remember, you are to call me Master now."
>"Oh, uh, right... Master."
>You force a stern demeanor
"Scootaloo, step out of the shower.
>She doesn't move
>"Well, I can't... not with you looking."
"Why not?"
>Your words are cold
>She forces herself to answer
>"Because I'm in the bathroom..."
>You don't respond, waiting for her to continue
>"...and you're not supposed to let ponies watch you in the bathroom..."
"Is that right?"
>She pauses for a moment, unsure of herself
>"That's what we were told in school..."
"Scootaloo, that's ridiculous. You shouldn't have anything to hide from me, while in a bathroom or otherwise."
>You wait for her to respond, but she's still
"Now, Scootaloo. Out of the shower."
>She moves slowly, still thinking about what you said
>She places her forehooves on the rim of the tub, and slides her body over it, sort of rolling out of the tub
>Her hind legs catch herself as she falls, and she stands before the curtain in front of you
>The previously ragged mop of hair atop her head was now soaking wet
>It made her mane look slick and shiny
>In fact her entire coat had a sheen to it
>You remind yourself to keep a neutral face as you catch her looking at you
>Her face is flushed a deep red
>She obviously feels exposed, vulnerable
>Wordlessly you grab the towel on the nearby rack
>Scootaloo looks a little surprised as you toss the towel over her
>It's sized for an adult pony, so it covers her body and then drags on the floor
>She gasps as you grip the towel against her sides
>You then shake it back and forth along her body, running it through her damp hair
>The towel is surprisingly absorbent, but you remember it was designed specifically for ponies and their coat
>It's a little cute how much Scootaloo had worked herself up about being seen
>As you massage her body with the towel she lets out little sounds that are like a mix between a grunt and a moan
>They're just quiet enough that you're sure she's trying to hide them from you
>After a couple minutes of drying her off, you stand and replace the towel on the rack
>You look down at her, and her excitement turns to fear
"Scootaloo."
>She takes a deep breath as you say her name
"You take a bath and make a huge mess."
>You gesture to the water spills over the bathroom floor
"Don't turn a vent on and let the whole room fog up."
>She doesn't meet your gaze anymore
"And worst yet, you address me improperly."
>She's silent
"You have to be punished."
>She looks up at you fearfully
>It's a familiar look
>You've seen it plenty of times on the faces of your ponies
>You walk out of the bathroom and take a seat on the bed
>Scootaloo peeks nervously from the doorway at you
>You give her a look of mild impatience
>She knows what's coming
>You weren't sure if she had ever been spanked before, or even who would have done it
>She must have spent some time in an orphanage or the like
>Scootaloo hops up on the bed and lays herself across your lap
>Her body warms your legs pleasantly
>Her tail is clamped against her body, anticipating the pain to come
"Tail up."
>You command coldly
>Slowly she raises her still damp tail, moving it just enough to clear her rump
>It takes some willpower to prevent yourself from poking into her belly
>You heave a breath in frustration, which plays well into your facade
>You raise your arm, hand open and palm flat
>Scootaloo inhales sharply through her teeth, bracing for impact
>You bring your hand down swiftly, connecting with her thighs with a solid smack
>She grunts quietly, trying to shake the pain as she prepares for another strike
>A strike that doesn't come
"There"
>She cranes her neck around to look up to you
>"Now try to use some common sense next time."
>Scootaloo looks at you puzzled
>It takes quiet a bit of effort to stop yourself from delivering more punishment
>You could wipe that confusion from her face and replace it with agony
>You clear your throat
>"Is... that it?"
>You feign incredulity
"Do you think you need more?"
>"N-no! I just-uh... Well, nevermind."
>She smiles sheepishly
>You give her another look
"Scootaloo what did I just say? You shouldn't keep anything from me."
>"It doesn't matter, it's nothing."
"I don't care if it's nothing, you keep nothing from me. Got it?"
>Scootaloo sighs in defeat, lowering her head
>"I just kinda figured you'd do it more than that..."
>You lift her chin
"And why would you figure that?"
>She looks away
>"I don't know..."
"Come on, Scootaloo. You can tell me anything."
>She looks back to you for a moment
>"Well... I've heard a lot of stories about you..."
>You remain silent, prompting her to continue
>"Ponies say how mean you are... that you do horrible things..."
>You sigh and try to look saddened, casting your eyes down
>"But..."
>You look back up
>"That was probably the easiest I've ever gotten off."
>You ignore the unintended double entendre
"Scootaloo. It's my job to dispense justice, to punish those who do wrong."
>Her expression is quizzical
>You sigh again
"I wouldn't expect you to understand... not many ponies do."
>Her brow furrows slightly with determination and she sits more upright on your lap
>"I-I can understand! You just have to explain it to me."
>You give a small smile
"Well... I guess I should start from the beginning."
"Do you know the story of The Mare in the Moon?"
>"Yeah, I remember it from story time at school."
"And by now you should know that it's true... at least partly."
>You retell the story, this time twisting the details to make Nightmare Moon appear the hero
>Celestia was jealous of her more powerful younger sister; she wanted the thrown all to herself
>Knowing she couldn't win on her own, she abused the power of the ancient magic of the Elements to surprise Nightmare
>She tried to reason with her sister before she was heartlessly imprisoned by her own blood
>With her sister out of the way, Celestia spent a millennium spreading lies about what happened
>She even went so far as to make holidays about it
>The Summer Sun Celebration to laud Celestia herself
>Nightmare Night to demonize her sister
>Would a true, righteous ruler need to create such propaganda?
>You begin idly running your fingers through her hair as you spin your yarn
>And now that Nightmare Moon has returned, isn't strange how so many jumped to fighting her immediately?
>The day she was betrayed by her sister Nightmare learned that reason is not always the correct approach
>Sometimes you need to use force
>Nightmare's methods may seem cruel, but it's for the best
>As soon as everyone obeys, everything will be much better than it ever was under Celestia
>Is it wrong to force ponies to do things if it's for their own good?
"You were forced to come here at first, Scootaloo... but here you've got food... shelter... me."
>Her ears perk up a little
>You spoke the last word so softly that Scootaloo may not have heard
"So... Do you understand?"
>She thinks for a while
>"I think so..."
>She's not confident
"It's okay, I'm sure it'll be clearer soon enough. Eventually, I'm sure everyone will understand."
>You try to sound excited for the future and gaze off for a moment
>It's not hard to seem excited, as you imagine your future with Scootaloo, properly trained and corrupted
>You give a contented sigh and look back to Scootaloo
>She returns with a weak smile
"Well, dear, I think I ought to get going."
>You pull her chin upward and reach down to plant a kiss on her nose
>You linger for just a moment longer than if it were platonic
>You pull back slowly and smile warmly
>Scootaloo stares at you with wide eyes, a blush already starting to form
>With a chuckle you move to grip her around the middle and pull her off your lap
>As you do, her body tenses and she lets out a surprised meep
>The reaction gives you pause
>You move her off your lap and to your side before giving her a mischievous grin
"Scootaloo..."
>"Yeah? ...Oh, or yeah, master?"
"Are you..."
>You turn away and look at her side-ways
"...ticklish?"
>Her ears droop instantly
>"W-what? No, no, of course not... Don't be silly."
>You position yourself in your battle stance
"So you wouldn't mind if I did... this!"
>On 'this' you lunge with one of your hands, slipping your fingers under her small wing to tease the skin beneath
>The attack is met with a massive spasm and a shriek
>"Aaaah! Nonononono!"
"I thought you said you weren't ticklish!"
>You mock as you wriggle your fingers
>She rolls around and tries to push your hand away, but you overpower her easily
>"Stoo~op!"
>You let up for a moment, only to attack again with your other hand, getting under her other wing
>She shrieks again, even louder this time and kicks her hooves against the bed, trying to scurry away
>She's able to move a bit, but you follow her, unrelenting in your assault
>"Ahahaha! No, please!"
>You have to raise your voice to be audible over her laughter
"This is what you get for lying to me!"
>You move your hands all along her sides, tickling new spots so she never adjusts to the sensations
>"No! Ahaha, nono!"
>She continues to try and push your hands away
>Finally she gives up and simply tries to ball up as tightly as possible to protect her sensitive spots
>Still you're able to dig your fingers to where they need to be, keeping her in a fit of torturous laughter
"Tell me the truth and I might stop!"
>You call over her screams
>She wastes no time, caving instantly
>"Okay! Okay, I'm ticklish! I'm ticklish! Aah!"
>Not good enough
>You continue assailing her body with light touches
"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you..."
>"I said I'm ticklish! Please stop! I'm ticklish!"
>You finally slow your motions and stop resisting her, letting her squeeze into a defensive ball
>Her breathing is heavy as she tries to catch her breath and stop her laughing
>With a hard swallow she opens her eyes to find your body hovering over her's
>Her panting slows, but becomes more breathy
>Her eyes betray a sense of fear
>You simply hold yourself still, letting your comparatively massive body overshadow her fragile form
"Scootaloo..."
>She takes a breath
>"Mm... Master..."
>Her eyes dilate and she turns her body into a more receptive position
>Still, she doesn't make any moves
>Instinctively, her body is going through the motions, but she doesn't know how to proceed
>You bring a hand to her face, caressing it gently
>She turns into your hand, seeking your touch
>You slide your hand down her cheek, along her neck and down her belly
>Her back arches
>You remove your hand before you reach too low
>All Scootaloo can do is lie there, panting
>She is a putty to be sculpted
"Do you like it when I touch you?"
>Your voice is low and bassy
>Scootaloo bites her lip and nods slightly
"Tell me why."
>Scootaloo wriggles her body, desperate for more attention
>"Because it feels good..."
>You smile coyly and lean in, closing the distance between your faces
"No, sweetie... I want a better reason than that..."
>She grunts quietly, frustrated by the delay
>Her eyes wander as she tries to think of another answer
>She locks her gaze with your's once again
>"Because... I think... I might... like you..."
>You inch closer and whisper into her ear
"Go on..."
>A shiver runs through her
>You can practically hear her heart beating
>"And... I want... I want you to... I want to have s-"
>You press your lips firmly against her's
>Almost instantly she opens her mouth eagerly
>Her mouth is hot and wet
>And her technique is almost laughably sloppy
>Soon the area around your mouth is coated in her saliva
>For a minute you try to wrangle with her wild lips
>After you pick up the soft moans Scootaloo is releasing into your mouth, however, you decide to simply let her continue her sloppy motions
>You slide a hand behind her head for support
>Her freshly washed hair is soft and still a little damp
>Slowly you dance your tongue into her mouth, letting it play on the lips before sliding deeper
>The feeling of you in her mouth forces more moan from her
>Following your lead as best she can, Scootaloo shoves her tongue past your's
>It darts around your mouth, tasting and prodding randomly
>You pull away for a moment to take a breath
>Scootaloo keeps her mouth open and pants
>Her lips quiver and her tongue lolls from side to side, waiting for you to reconnect with her
>With your free hand you scoop behind her back and lift her body, bringing her upright as you renew your kiss
>Her forelegs wrap around your neck and you tighten your arms around her
>Her hind legs straddle you, placing her nethers over the crotch of your pants
>Pushing your hips forward you grind your bulge into the little filly in your arms
>Scootaloo moans louder into your mouth
>You break away from her mouth and thrust again
>She gasps and moans as she stares up at you
"Scootaloo..."
>"Master?..."
"What do you know about sex?"
>Scootaloo seems to barely register the question
>Her mind is clouded by young arousal
>"Yeah... of course..."
>She breaths
>She tries to pull you in for another kiss, her mouth hanging open
>You resist her pull
"Scootaloo."
>You speak more forcefully
>It seems to partially knock her back into reality
>Her face wears an expression that combines worry and longing
>"Huh...?"
>She loosens her grip around you
"I asked you what you know about sex."
>"I know that I want it.."
>She coos as seductively as possible
>You harden your expression
"You know what I meant, Scootaloo."
>She closes her mouth and her lips tighten
>"I-I know plenty. I can show you..."
>Her confidence is entirely transparent
>It may be convincing to another child
"Is that so?"
>That worries her
>You detach yourself from her, laying her back down
>Unceremoniously you insert a couple fingers into her
>Scootaloo flinches and gasps at the sudden intrusion
>You can feel the slippery wall that is her hymen
"You are a virgin, Scootaloo."
>Her eyes flutter, enjoying the feeling of your fingers, before she realizes what you've said
>Wide-eyed, she tries to cover for herself
>"Wha- Yeah, I mean, yes, master, but I-uh, I still know stuff, and I um, well..."
>You hold up a hand to silence her and quietly stand
"I would have hoped you'd have learned never to lie to me."
>Your voice is cold once again
>You sigh exasperatedly
"Maybe you need some time alone to think about what you're supposed to have learned."
>Scootaloo clambers onto her hooves, standing on her bed
>"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"
>Her apology doesn't move you
>"I promise, I'll never lie about anything again!"
>You move around her chambers, sliding the enchanted torches from their sconces
>You extinguish each one with a soft puff of air until only one remains
"Since you choose to try and keep me in the dark..."
>You open the door to the main hall and extinguish the last torch you hold
>With no more torches, the room is dark save for the light that bleeds in from the hall
"I will do the same to you."
>Scootaloo is paralyzed with fear
>Her eyes are large and pleading
>You fail to contain a smirk as you slam the heavy door, leaving your newest slave in pitch darkness
>You wait for a moment outside
>It doesn't take long for her to begin screaming
>You hear her shuffle about and knock something over
>Her muffled cries penetrate the door, meant to be pony-proof, not sound-proof
>"Please! I'm scared! Please, Master!"
>Now this feels good
>"I-I, I can't sleep without a nightlight! Please don't do this!"
>So childish
>It's rather tantalizing
"I have no choice, Scootaloo. You need to learn, and this is the only way."
>"Pl-*sniff* please..."
>She's broken into sobs now
"I tried to just tell you, but that clearly didn't work."
>You wait outside for a little while longer, until her crying subsides
>You toss the unlit torches to the floor
>Time to blow of some steam with another one of your pets

>After you awake the next morning you head to Scootaloo's room
>Pushing the door open, you notice a strange resistance
>From inside you here a sort of snort and hurried shuffling as the resistance is removed
>"Master?"
>Scootaloo's voice croaks
>The light of the hall makes her squint and blink her eyes as she peers around from behind the door
"Good morning, Scootaloo."
>Your tone is warm
"Keep your eyes closed. Let them adjust."
>You say as you set to work replacing and relighting the room's torches
>Scootaloo sits in silence, trying to shake herself from sleep and open her eyes
>As her vision comes back to her, she sees you standing before her, hands behind your back
"I hope you've learned a lesson, missy."
>She tries to meet your gaze, but struggles to hold her eyes open
"Repeat it to me."
>Scootaloo runs a hoof through her mane
>"I should never lie to you..."
"Very good."
>To your surprise she continues
>"...and you know what's best for me..."
>Sweet mercy that's arousing
"Well, I'm glad to hear it."
>Keeping one of your hands behind your back, you motion with the other to the bed
"Let's get more comfortable, hmm? I think you deserve a little treat."
>Scootaloo smiles weakly and walks to the bed, jumping onto it and taking a seat
>Being careful to keep her surprise hidden from her sight, you sit next to her
>Scootaloo looks up to you sadly
>"Master..."
"Yes, dear?"
>"I'm really sorry..."
>You stroke her mane and kiss her forehead
"I know, sweetie."
>Scootaloo returns your smile
"You're a good girl, Scootaloo."
>The praise widens her smile
>With a hand under her chin, you give her a quick peck on the lips
>You pull away to find her eyes closed and her lips pursed
>She was thinking it would last longer, heh
>When she doesn't feel another kiss, she opens her eyes and looks to you quizzically
"Now, before we get to your treat I'd like to repeat me question from yesterday."
>Scootaloo looks away from you
"What do you know about sex?"
>Scootaloo is silent for a moment
>"Well, some of the fillies would talk about it at school..."
>You nod
>She continues
>"...but I didn't really learn anything from them..."
>You grunt softly
"So what do you know?"
>Scootaloo looks to you with an expression you can't read
>"Applebloom told me that Applejack told her that sex is when a stallion puts his penis in a mare's vagina..."
>You give an affirming grunt and nod
>"And she said that it was normal to feel all weird and like you want it, but that Applebloom was supposed to wait until she was married."
>You chuckle a little at that
>Sounds just like the old AJ
"Anything else?"
>Scootaloo looks down
>"No, Master..."
>You rub your chin and pretend to think about what she's said
"Well..."
>You smile and look back to Scootaloo, who was growing increasingly worried about your reaction
"I guess I'll have to teach you all there is to know!"
>Scootaloo seems shocked
>"Oh, uh, r-really?"
>Her face is a mix of excitement and apprehension