Scootabuse Watersports

	It was Hearth’s Warming Eve in Equestria and the Cutie Mark Crusaders were strolling down the snow-covered streets of Ponyville. Everything was beautiful and pristine, like it was straight out of a G-rated Disney movie. Little snowflakes flittered through the air. Other ponies hurried home to their families, chattering excitedly. But Scootaloo was a little down in the dumps. “H-hey Applebloom? Can I spend the night with you?”
	“What? Why Scootaloo? Don’t yah have yer own family ta spend Hearth’s Warming Eve with?”
	“Uh…well…y-yeah, of course, but…you know, we’re best friends, so I thought, maybe the night would be even more special if we were together!” She forced a nervous smile.
	Sweetie Belle chimed in, “Hey, aren’t we best friends too Scootaloo?”
	“Yeah, of course! C-could I spend the night with you, maybe?”
	“Um…no, sorry.”
	“Well…w-why not?” Scoots was on the verge of tears. It seemed like another holiday night in the freezing winter cold streets was inevitable.
	“Uhhh…just, for…reasons? Look, Scootaloo, thanks for hanging out with us, but me and Applebloom have to go now.”
	“O-okay…”
	Applebloom and Sweetie Belle left Scootaloo together, and as they trotted away, Scoots heard Applebloom whisper, “Man, ah am getting really sick of hanging out with her. She’s such a loser. And she’s almost twelve and can’t even fly.”
	Sweetie added quietly, “Yeah, and she kinda smells…”
	Scoots hung her head low and trotted slowly. Time to find an alleyway to hide in for the rest of the night, making sure nopony could see the shame of the fact that she didn’t have a real home or family. Because of her sulking, she stopped paying attention to where she was going and bumped into…Diamond Tiara? “Hey, watch where you’re going, you little blank-flank faggot!”
	Scootaloo looked up at DT, who was next to Silver Spoon. “S-sorry…I’m just going h-home.”
	“Stop lying, you stupid cunt. You don’t have a home. You’re a pathetic, useless, worthless orphan. This will be your eleventh Hearth’s Warming Eve spent alone, out in the coldness and darkness, hiding from all the happy residents of this town, probably crying your ugly little eyes out, thinking about killing yourself because your only friends don’t really even like you, and just stay with you out of pity.”
	Scootaloo’s eyes glistened with tears. “Sh-shut up…*gulp*I am not worthless…”
	“I’m sorry, did you just tell me to shut up, you bucking fag?” DT shoved Scootaloo down onto the cold hard ground and spit on her, then started walking away. “Go buck yourself while thinking of Rainbow Dash, like you always do when you’re depressed.”
	Scootaloo burst out into sobbing and beat the ground with her hooves. “Why, Celestia? Why me? What did I do wrong?”
	DT and SS turned back to her. DT groaned. “Gosh, you are SO dramatic! Why don’t you just jump off a cliff already?”
	Suddenly Rainbow Dash flew down from the sky. “Hey, stop picking on that poor filly! Get out of here you two bullies!”
	DT didn’t want to fight a full-grown mare, so she said, “Come on Silver Spoon, let’s get out of here and back to our FAMILIES who LOVE us and have MONEY.” They galloped off.
	Rainbow Dash helped Scootaloo get back on her hooves. “Are you okay, uhhh…wait, what’s your name again?”
	“Scootaloo!”
	“Oh, right. I just forgot, because, well, there’s nothing really special about you, heh.”
	“I know.” Scootaloo had stopped crying. She couldn’t cry in front of her idol—the only mare she felt like she loved, even though they barely did anything together.
	“Those two shouldn’t make up stupid insults about you not having parents or whatever. Want me to walk you home?”
	“Oh, well, actually…”
	“Wait, don’t tell me, they were SERIOUS?? You’re homeless?”
	“Welll…”
	“WOW! Ha! That is pretty pathetic. You don’t have ANYPONY who cares about you? I mean, I was just trying to be nice, earn some good karma, you know. But that’s just sad. So many nice ponies in this town, and none of them give a shit about you? That’s hilarious. Wait until I tell Twilight!”
	“B-but…it’s not my fault…”
	“Pshhh, yeah, sure, it’s not your fault you’re a wimp, it’s not your fault that you’re always moping around and dragging everypony down, it’s not your fault you’re stupid, it’s not your fault you’re ugly as buck, nothing’s your fault, the world is just SO cruel…”
	“It’s not my fault I don’t have parents, or that I can’t fly yet!”
	“Yet? You’ll NEVER be able to fly! You’re obviously crippled! Maybe it’s physical autism or something.”
	“You’re not even using that word correctly!” Scootaloo yelled.
	“Hey! Nopony yells at the one and only Rainbow Dash! Get your ass over into that alley-way!”
	“S-sorry!”
	“It’s too late for sorry! Get a move on! You need to be punished!”
	Scoots was terrified. This was not like Rainbow Dash at all. Where was everypony’s holiday spirit? Was she really such a horrible filly? She went into the alleyway Rainbow Dash had pointed to.
	“Get behind that dumpster and lay down on your back!”
	“Wh-what?”
	“DO IT, and stop talking!”
	“Okay…”
	Rainbow Dash stood over the trembling Scootaloo menacingly, but then she sweetened her expression and softened her voice. “I’m your idol, right Scootaloo?”
	“Y-yes…”
	“Do you love me?”
	“Um…” Scootaloo did, but she was embarrassed to admit it.
	“Say you love me, bitch!”
	“I-I love you! I really do! I wish I could be just like you! I wish you were my older sister!”
	“Good. Maybe you do have a reason to exist. Now stay still and do exactly as I say, or I’ll beat you. Open your mouth too.”
	Scootaloo didn’t care anymore. She just did as she was told. At least she was with Rainbow Dash. But what was Dash doing? She had turned completely around and was…squatting over Scootaloo’s face. But Scootaloo dared not question her master. Rainbow Dash gave her purpose. Purpose and aspiration, even if those aspirations were hopeless.
	Rainbow Dash sneered. “Time to mark my territory.”
	Scootaloo was confused, but also slightly aroused at the sight of Rainbow Dash’s pussy and ass right above her face. Her body was starting to feel hot, and her own vagina tingly. But then she was startled when a stream of piss shot out of Dashie’s hot pussy and landed on Scootaloo’s nose, infiltrating her nostrils, splattering into her eyes, trickling down her cheeks, moistening her soft facial fur, making her twitch.
	Scootaloo, being a filly, had a thin, delicate coat of fur rather than a thick warm coat, and the feeling of Dash’s warm pee was startling, but somewhat pleasant. She was getting a bit of a rush out of this, her pre-pubescent body experiencing the titillating, stimulating thrill of a lewd, perverted act involving the private body regions and fluids of another mare--a beautiful, full-grown mare.  After the initial shock of being urinated on, Scoots re-adjusted her position. She wanted to taste Dash’s pee.
	And taste she did. She let her mouth fill up and overflow with the yellow-ish liquid, which tasted just a bit saltier and warmer than regular room-temperature water. This was actually quite delightful. She felt like touching herself, but when she moved her hoof to her marehood, Rainbow Dash pushed it away. “No! You’re not supposed to enjoy this.”
	Scootaloo’s head and the snowy area around it was now drenched in Dashie’s piss. Its warmth melted the snow and matted Scoots’ fur to her skin. She gulped down the liquid quickly. Finally Dash’s stream came to a stop. A final few splurts and drops sputtered out and hit Scootaloo, and then Dash turned around and looked at her triumphantly. “Never forget this night, Scootaloser. I own you now. You do what I say, when I say. Got it?”
	“Yes ma’am!”
	“That’s right! Enjoy sleeping out in the cold.” Rainbow Dash flew away.
	Scootaloo huddled against the brick wall, wet in more than one way, and began furiously masturbating. “Oh gosh yes…” She shook and moaned softly and licked more piss off of her lips and closed her eyes. Her sweat actually made the winter cold go away briefly. She used her other hoof to wipe more pee off of her face and then lick it up. Finally she came like thunder, gushing vaginal fluids all over her shivering little filly legs.
	Exasperated, she loosened herself and tried to calm her breathing. Surprisingly, Rainbow Dash’s golden shower had been the best gift she had ever received for the holiday season. And thus, right there, basking in the lingering remnants of Rainbow Dash’s golden shower, she felt warm and happy for the first time all winter. At least, until the thrill of the orgasm faded, and the soaked, homeless, orphan filly began to shiver uncontrollably, night-time coldness slowly overtaking her.