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The Adventures of Scootaloo and Kid Anon

By CosmicNaute
Created: 2021-07-16 21:31:33
Updated: 2021-04-14 05:17:59
Expiry: Never
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  1. >Be kid Anon in Equestria.
  2. >Be attending your thirteenth birthday at your adoptive mother’s crystal castle.
  3. >Twilight, the princess of friendship, is your adoptive over protective parent pony.
  4. >Everyone is there, and everyone brought you a present… Twilight made sure this would be the case.
  5. >She invited everyone from Ponyville herself, and had her friend Pinky decorate and throw the party.
  6. >Subsequently everyone arrived bearing gifts for their princesses’ adopted little human… but no one talked to you.
  7. >No one except for your only friend in this world, Scootaloo.
  8. >The rest just kind of looked at you in a strange way, as they always did, because after all you were the freak show, the only human in all of Equestria, and all of Equestrian history.
  9. >And there you were in the middle of it all, a mountain of colorfully wrapped presents behind you, a crowd of gawking colorful ponies in front of you, and an itchy colorful hat atop your shaggy head.
  10. >At least Scoots was there.
  11. >”Anon, won’t you open another present? Rarity spent all day making it for you.” Twilight floated a rectangular box onto your lap
  12. “Oh heh, yah. I was just, you know, thinking” You shift your bleary gaze from the purple maned little Pegasus that was smiling at you to the equally purple package resting on your thighs.
  13. >You already knew what it was going to be, some kind of cloths, because what else would Rarity of all people make for you?
  14. >”Oh go on darling, open it. I know you’ll just love it” The marshmallow mare poked you with her magic.
  15. >You oblige, putting on your best excuse of a smile.
  16. >You rip into the decorative paper ferociously, like you had the past fifty presents.
  17. >Once you open the box within your greeted with something unexpected… but at the same time in a way expected.
  18. >It’s a mostly black hoodie with some red swirling patterns on the arms and the red silhouette of a skateboard on the back.
  19. >For the first time a present you could actually use, not some gem or “special” ticket to the local spa… whatever that meant
  20. >You could wear this, and best of all you could see yourself wearing this.
  21. “T-Thank you Rares. I’ll wear this all the time!”
  22. >”Oh it was nothing Anon, it should fit you like a doll, at least if you haven’t grown much since I made your current attire."
  23. >It’s true, Rarity was the sole designer and fabricator of all your clothes since you’d arrived in this wonderfully weird land of talking ponies.
  24. >She never even charged you, ever. Always said she’d “make anything for my best friend’s child”.
  25. >Still you suspected that Twi was paying her back some way.
  26. >You look behind you and catch your pony mom giving a weird half lidded glance at Rarity.
  27. “Hrm…” Strange you think to yourself.
  28. >You let out a somewhat loud, and very visible yawn.
  29. >Your party had been going on for the past five hours, and it was becoming late.
  30. >You’d noticed some of your less familiar guests were becoming somewhat ancy. You guessed they were wanting to get this over with even more than you.
  31. >You glance behind you again… and you’d hardly put a dent into the mountain of gifts your guests had brought for you.
  32. >Your common frown returning to your face, you look at Twilight with pleading eyes.
  33. >She just sort of cocks her head at you.
  34. >She never was very good at reading body language.
  35. >Not wanting to let your melancholy known to your guests you arise and whisper to her.
  36. “Ummm Twi, can we end this. I think the guests are getting tired… and so am I.”
  37. >Her ears droop instantly, and she gets this sad look on her face
  38. >”A-aren’t you having fun Anon? We haven’t even played pin the horn on the Unicorn yet.”
  39. >At least she had the good sense to whisper this to you.
  40. >You glance back at the waiting crowd.
  41. >You see a few earth ponies chatting among themselves, a few pegasi look like they’re about to fall asleep, and Dimond Tiara and Silver Spoon were shooting you the most wicked “Let us leave already” look they could muster. Then there was Scootaloo and her other friends… they looked bored, but Scoots was still giving you that encouraging smile.
  42. “Twi, I did have fun.” You were lying… you didn’t think she could tell “But we have to let our guests go home, all of Ponyville is here. They have lives too.”
  43. >”Y-yah, your right Anon. If it’s what you want.”
  44. “It is. I want to go to bed” You weren’t lying this time, you were very tired from all this excitement.
  45. >”o-Oh-k-kay now” Twilight was trying to use her commanding voice, but it wasn’t working.
  46. >You give her a little poke in the foreleg and her horn begins to glow as her voice amplifies over the din of the party.
  47. >”Everypony, can I have your attention. Anon and I would like to thank you for attending his thirteenth birthday, and his first in Equestria, but he’s tired out, and would like to go to bed.”
  48. >You thought you could hear some sighs of relief throughout the crowd.
  49. >Great, just a real reason for the denizens of Ponyville to dislike you. You could honestly care less.
  50. >The ballroom seems to clear out in a matter of minutes with just you, Twi, the rest of the Elements of Harmony, and Scoots left in the enormous sparkling room.
  51. >One by one the elements say their goodbyes and file out. They always were a lot kinder to you than the rest.
  52. >You honestly can’t tell if they're friendly to you because your Twi’s adopted son or if they actually want to be your friends.
  53. >”Hey, hope you had a good birthday kiddo. Swing by my place one day if you want to play with that new hoofball of yours."
  54. >”Ohhhh wasn’t this just the best party EVER!? How will we ever do better NEXT year?”
  55. >”I do hope you enjoy that, errr, hoo-die, Anon. I’ve never made anything like it before, but Twi told me you talked about how you missed them so.”
  56. >”Ahh iffen you ever want more of mah family’s home cookin, just stop by Sweet Apple Acres.”
  57. >”o-oh Anon, when, oh, if, you want your free pet, I’m always at my cottage… always.”
  58. >Flutters almost seemed to choke on that last word. You thought nothing more about it.
  59. >You hugged each of them before they left, and Twi thanked them all for coming to the party.
  60. >All of them had left before she noticed little Scoots quietly waiting in the corner, still smiling, and throwing you quick little glances as she tried to distract herself by looking around.
  61. >”Umm Scoots, what are you still doing here?”
  62. >”Oh, um, I – I just wanted to give Anon my present.”
  63. >Is she blushing a little?
  64. >You walk over to her, and plop your butt on the ground and go cross legged. She does the same, plopping herself on the ground.
  65. >She looks into your eyes for a second, you see your reflection in her magnificent purple orbs.
  66. “… So, what was it you wanted to give me?”
  67. >”Oh, heh, yah, that’s right” She whips her head around, and takes a roughly wrapped package from behind her back.
  68. >It’s a long, relatively thin, and somewhat wide box with a little red bow on top.
  69. >There’s a tag on it.
  70. >’To Anon <3 From Scoots’ in poor hoofwriting.
  71. >You smile up at her.
  72. “Thank you Scoots.”
  73. >”Well aren't you gunna open it?” she asks, almost a little flustered.
  74. “Haha, yah I guessss if you want me to so bad” You love teasing her, it’s the only thing you know which gets her flustered, and you love seeing the feathers on her wings get all fluffy.
  75. >”Oh come on Anon, I spent everything I had on that for you” She’s blushing a little again… you’ve never seen her blush this much in your three months in Equestria.
  76. >Your devilish smile suddenly vanishes as you realize what she said.
  77. “Y-you didn’t have to do that, you know you’re my best friend. You could have given me a carrot, and it would be better than anything all these other ponies gave me.”
  78. >”Just open it already stupid! A-also do you really mean that Anon?”
  79. “Of course Scoots…” Were you blushing now? Ahh probably nothing.
  80. >Not wasting another second you rip off the wing decorated paper loosely wrapped around a stiff cardboard box.
  81. >You inspect the box trying to guess what’s inside, just like you used to when you celebrated birthdays back on Earth.
  82. >It’s entirely blank. You shake it, and there’s just the slightest little thump from inside.
  83. >Your entirely at a loss. You never asked for anything this birthday, just letting the ponies do whatever they wanted.
  84. >You give Scoots a curious look.
  85. >”Just open it already, yourrr killing me” She plays with her mane a little.
  86. >You oblige and rip open one end to see some packing paper.
  87. >Removing the paper you’re greeted with a familiar sight.
  88. >Metal trucks, plastic wheels, and the rough grit of gripe tape.
  89. >Your eyes go wide as you look back up at Scoots. She’s just smiling at you.
  90. >You return your attention to the package, yanking your new board from its box.
  91. >It’s beautiful. You spin each of the wheels, inspecting the bearings, they twirl for well over a minute. You flip it over and inspect the underside. There’s a crudely pained pony skull surrounded in flames on the bottom.
  92. >You stand up, hoping onto the board, leaning left, leaning right, feeling the resistance of the trucks.
  93. >”Go on, give it a spin!” Scoots encourages you.
  94. >Kicking off you feel the wonderful, nearly forgotten, sensation of gliding over the polished floor of the palace.
  95. >You do a little circle around the mountain of lesser presents, eventually ending up in front of Scoots.
  96. >Hopping off, you sit back down facing her.
  97. >Tears forming in your eyes from memories of days long past you wrap Scoots in a great hug which she returns to you.
  98. “Thank you, thank you, thank you Scootaloo. You’re the best friend ever.” You whisper into her ear.
  99. >”Haha, well you wouldn’t stop telling me about how you rode one of them everywhere back when you were… you know…” She trilled off.
  100. “Alive?” You finish her sentence.
  101. >She breaks the hug, looking at you in a sad, weird way.
  102. >”But, but you are alive, I’m alive, what do you mean?”
  103. “Yah, your right, anyway do you want to break this in with me tomorrow?” You want to change the subject.
  104. >”You know it bro!” She perked up again.
  105. >Suddenly Twilight is right next to you inspecting your new board with a worrisome look upon her purple muzzle.
  106. >”A-anon, is this… Safe?” She asked in the most worried voice you’ve ever heard from her.
  107. >You smirk.
  108. “It’s safe as long as I don’t mess up.”
  109. >”Ohno ohno ohno ohno!” She pops out of existence in a purple spark.
  110. >”That was weird” Scoots comments, playing with her mane again.
  111. “Yah she has a way of doing that sometimes.” You comment back in a normal volume.
  112. >”Hay Anon, t-that wasn’t the only thing I wanted to give you.”
  113. >Now you can tell she was definitely blushing.
  114. “What el-mmmhmmm~”
  115. >Scoots leaned forward so quickly you couldn’t have dodged or blocked if you wanted to… but why would you want to?
  116. >She had her lips pressed against yours, her eyes squeezed shut and a wicked blush across her face.
  117. >Your eyes however were wide open in surprise. An equal blush growing on your face. You couldn’t do anything but sit very still in shock at this new experience.
  118. >You mean you had been kissed before, by family, but usually on the cheek, but this, this was a whole new thing. And it gave you all new kinds of feelings all over your body, but mostly in your pants for some reason.
  119. >You two remained like this for roughly ten seconds, but it could have been an eternity to the two of you.
  120. >Suddenly, hesitantly, Scoots peaked open one of her eyes to look at your face. Than peaked open the other one, and saw you were staring into her purple mane.
  121. >Backing up quickly, and blushing furiously she stood up, wings beating a little.
  122. >”Oh, um, bye Anon, see you tomorrow!” She practically runs out of the palace.
  123. >Your just left there on the floor, stunned, not sure what to do.
  124. >You sit there for a few minutes before you notice a hardness in your pants. This had only happened some mornings recently, never during the day… but then again you’ve never felt like this before.
  125. >Suddenly there’s a flash of light and Twilight pops back into existence before you with a red helmet in her mouth.
  126. >She flutters over you placing it upon your head of shaggy hair.
  127. >”There, perfect fit! Now I know nothing will happen to my little Nonny.”
  128. “Twiii, can you not? I’m thirteen for Celestia’s sake, enough with the baby names.”
  129. >”Oh, I-I’m sorry Anon.” She looked hurt, which hurts you more.
  130. “Oh, its okay Twily," you poke her foreleg.
  131. >The name elicits a little giggle from her which makes your soul feel a little better.
  132. >”Where’d Scootaloo go, I was only gone for a minute”
  133. “She had to go home, we’ll be hanging out tomorrow.”
  134. >”Oh, well I want you to wear the helmet whenever you ride that, that, thing.” She glances over to your new skateboard, idly resting next to you.
  135. >”Do you promise?”
  136. “Yes Mooom. Stick a cupcake in my eye and the works.” You roll your eyes a little, but you’ll obey her. She’s the closest thing you have to family these days, and seeing her hurt or disappointed hurts you deep in your soul.
  137. >”Thank you Anon, it means a lot… What say we get to bed?”
  138. “Sure” *yawns* “I’m so tired.”
  139. >You give one last inspection to your pants to make sure everything is back to normal before you stand up.
  140. “Hey Twilight, can I ask you a question?”
  141. >”Sure Anon, you can ask me anything.” She answers with the most motherly loving tone she can muster.
  142. “W-what are you supposed to do when a girl kisses you?”
  143. >This stops Twilight in her tracks, but she quickly regains her posture, and continues walking with you to your chambers.
  144. >”W-well Anon, if you like her, you’re supposed to kiss her back.”
  145. “Oh… but I mean what else?”
  146. >”Did Scootaloo kiss you?” She pokes you in the shoulder.
  147. >The blush returns to your face, and you feel a stirring in your pants again.
  148. >Please no, not here, not in front of Twilight, this feels wrong… but Scootaloo won’t get out of your head.
  149. >”Hey, I have a book for you Anon.”
  150. >Again she pops out of existence, thankfully.
  151. >You rush to your chambers, strip to your boxers, and fling yourself under the covers before Twi can pop back.
  152. >A few minutes later she pops back next to your bed with a book in her magic.
  153. >”Here Anon, this should tell you everything you want to know.”
  154. “thank you Twi” you say in your smallest, most embarrassed voice.
  155. >”Just do me a favor, and actually read this one.” She jokes, placing it on your nightstand.
  156. >”Anyway I hope you had fun today, sleep well birthday boy.”
  157. >Twilight slips out of the room, leaving you with a lit candle and the mysterious book that will ‘tell you everything you want to know’.
  158. >Wearily you glance at the cover. Above a picture of two stylized ponies touching noses the title reads ‘Growing into Yourself: Pony Love, Romance, and Sexuality’.
  159. >Just the title makes you blush, and you decide to allow yourself to sleep for the night.
  160. >Blowing out the candle, you pull the covers over your head and drift to sleep dreaming of the wonderful bronze filly who kissed you and made you feel as you never have.
  161. >”A-Anon, kiss me back, hold me.”
  162. >Scootaloo is directly on top of you sitting on your belly.
  163. >She leans forward again, putting her lips to yours.
  164. >You oblige her, pushing your head into hers, bringing your arms to rest on her back.
  165. >You can feel the odd sensation of her heart beat through her wings.
  166. >The beating gets more powerful, she is rubbing herself on you with her lips pressed against yours.
  167. >You don’t know what to do, what’s going on… but you like this.
  168. >She raises her head, still just rubbing herself on you, you think you can feel yourself rubbing your clothed crotch against her too.
  169. >Then she just leans back onto you… and licks your lips.
  170. >Did she, what, what did she just do?
  171. >You grab hold of her wings and throw her off.
  172. >She disappears.
  173. >”Aaanon - Anoooon – Anon!” The voice is everywhere, all around you, and familiarly shrill.
  174. “Uggghhhhh ahhhhh whaaa, what?”
  175. >Light, smells, sensations.
  176. >”Wakey Wakey Anon, want some breakfast?”
  177. >It was spike… walking into your bedroom… up to you with a plate in his hand.
  178. >Groggily you took a quick account of your current state.
  179. >Lets see, no pillow, your face down on your bed, your sheets are half on half off you, you’ve been drooling, yep, yep, you have a boner that could smash walls, but thankfully it is hidden… between your pillow and your mattress.
  180. >In a panic you correct yourself before the little dragon can get a chance to see you… like… this.
  181. “Ummm wait, wait, Spike… Ughhhh…. Yah, I’d like some breakfast, just please, you know, let me be alone… if you don’t mind.
  182. >”Sure whatever Anon, me and Twi will be downstairs if you need us.”
  183. >He just sort of goes on his tippy claws, and places the plate of food on top the book on your night stand. He also left you with a glass of this weird powdered drink they have called Klass.
  184. >DRINK A GLASS OF KLASS!!! Was their motto.
  185. >Fucking weird pony drinks, even tasted somewhere between oranges and wheat.
  186. >You stare at your food for a second, bacon, eggs, toast, still sizzling.
  187. >Yah, this was what you needed, this was what you lived for right now…
  188. >It didn’t stand a chance.
  189. >Once you’re done stuffing your monkey face with your favorite breakfast foods you remove the plate to bring it downstairs, but that just draws your attention to ‘Growing Into Yourself’.
  190. “Oh, well maybe I’ll just read a little bit of it…”
  191. >It has pictures, drawn pictures, but very detailed pictures… on EVERY. SINGLE. PAGE.
  192. >Your eyes go wide as you flip through what could best be described as a crash course in biology meets a stereotypical romance novel.
  193. >Of course everything is ponies, but it’s close enough to your human junk to serve the purpose.
  194. >’Wow, ponies have kinda big wieners’ you think to yourself, your eyes scrolling over an annotated picture of a stallion’s pride at full attention.
  195. >You flip the page and are greeted with a similarly annotated picture of a mare fully spread.
  196. >’Oh, oh… so that’s what they look like down there.’
  197. >You’d seen horse vags before, but just fleeting glimpses as mares would walk past. You never wanted to stare, lest you be labeled some kind of creep… Twilight said that’s what would happen anyway.
  198. >Your boner is back in full force, and you get this sort of urge to rub yourself on your pillow again, like you were doing in your sleep.
  199. >But you’re also curious what else the book has to show you.
  200. >You position yourself over your king sized pillow such that its length is flush against your body.
  201. >You rest on your elbows, pillow between your crotch, and book on your bed such that you could still read it.
  202. >Flipping to the first page, which just has an illustration of a male Pegasus and female Unicorn holding hooves, you begin to read… and slowly pump your hips
  203. >’Falling in Love, when ponies spirits find each other’ was the title of chapter one.
  204. >You read intently as it goes over the feelings that arise in ponies as they realize there is more to their friendship than simple joy.
  205. >Constantly you think back to last night with Scootaloo, and how similarly these feelings lined up… especially confusion.
  206. >You still have your boxers on, but the slow pumping against your pillow feels heavenly as you read.
  207. >The next chapter was about physical displays of one another’s affections… this included a large portion and several illustrations of kissing ponies.
  208. >’So your supposed too… to… to use your tongue, like lick all around in her mouth… huh.’
  209. >Your internal monologue acting as a sort of recap of everything you read and see.
  210. >’I wonder if Scoots knows about this… she did kiss me first… but just her lips.’
  211. >Your mind turns to her, her soft lips pressed against yours, her warm little puffs of breath as they escaped her nose, how her wings went all rigid when she kissed you.
  212. >You pump your hips into your pillow a little harder. You swear you can feel a little wetness in your boxers.
  213. >You snap yourself out of it and flip the page.
  214. >The first thing you notice is a picture of the Pegasus male with his wings… among other things… fully extended.
  215. >You read on.
  216. >’Oh… so that’s why Scoots wings were all out and stuff when she kissed me… and apparently they're one of the most sensitive parts of a Pegasus’s body.’
  217. >You give a second of thought to imagining giving her extended wings a massage.
  218. “Mmmmmhaaa...”
  219. >The pumping of your hips is feeling only better and better the more you do it.
  220. >You turn the page again, it’s of the Unicorn mare with a glowing horn and a sultry smile.
  221. >You can’t stop reading.
  222. >’So a Unicorn’s horn is like a Pegasus’s wings… but if they… orgasm… what’s that… it will shoot a little magic… ummm ‘ectoplasm’, they call it,… out. Weird magical horses…’
  223. >You almost begin to feel bad, you don’t have a horn or wings to play with, just this stupid wiener that gets hard before consulting you…
  224. >But then you think back.
  225. >’I’m pretty sure Scoots didn’t want her wings to go all stiff either… I guess the world is fair.’
  226. >You turn the page again, this time the picture, which you’ve gotten into the habit of examining first, is of an Earth pony stallion, again at full attention.
  227. >You read on
  228. >’So Earth ponies are kind of like me… we don’t have special horns or wings to mess with, just our normal stuff… but apparently other parts can be sensitive too… the bottom of the hooves on some, behind their knees for others, or on the ears… huh, cool.’
  229. >You kind of pinch your ear out of curiosity.
  230. “Oww.”
  231. >Nope, nothing…
  232. >Your still pumping yourself a little, the friction feels good, but you can definitely feel little wet patches in your boxers.
  233. >A thought crosses your mind.
  234. >’I hope I’m not peeing myself here…’
  235. >You stop your pumping and remove your boxers, exposing your little man.
  236. >You look at your boxers, give them a little sniff.
  237. >There’s a definite moist patch by where the tip of your penis was rubbing… but it doesn’t smell like pee.
  238. >You take the opportunity to inspect yourself properly in the day light.
  239. >You’d seen this part of your body every day you’d existed, but never really looked at it while it was hard.
  240. >You didn’t have any real hair down there, just a few long peach fuzzies by its base.
  241. >’Huh… what would happen if…’
  242. >You grab yourself with your hand.
  243. >’Ohhh cold hands!’
  244. >You release yourself instinctively, but feel a little something in your lower body.
  245. >A little spasm makes your penis twitch, and just a drop of clear liquid comes out of the tip.
  246. >Your curious as all heck.
  247. >Gingerly you poke the little glistening orb of stuff.
  248. >It’s sticky, but clear as water.
  249. >You rub it between your fingers and sniff it a little… nope no real smell.
  250. >’Huh… I wonder… for science.’
  251. >Your alone, this is your safe space…
  252. >You lick your sticky finger.
  253. >”Oh…”
  254. >You scrunch your face a little, not so much out of disgust, just because you didn’t know how to react.
  255. >’Salty… huh… I don’t think I should do that again… maybe.’
  256. >A sudden and very embarrassing thought crosses your mind.
  257. >’I kinda wonder if Scoots makes anything like this… I wonder what she tastes like… Am I gross?’
  258. >You decide not to ponder the thought any longer.
  259. >Currently you are sitting on your large, prince’s bed, butt naked, cross legged staring down at your throbbing member.
  260. >It’s maybe five to five and a half inches long, nothing special for a thirteen year old, but nothing to be afraid of.
  261. >You sit on your right hand for a few moments to try and warm it up.
  262. >Meanwhile you’re just kind of playing with your new found muscles, the kegels.
  263. >You discovered that you can make your penis twitch on command by just sort of focusing on it and it’s kind of funny.
  264. >You, half laughing, make your cock twitch up and down, it feels weird, and you can feel something in your lower abdomen getting exhausted quickly.
  265. >You decide to stop your cock magic.
  266. >Besides by now your hand is warm enough to touch your member without making you wince.
  267. >You decide to inspect your balls a little. You knew they were sensitive from unfortunately having various objects unintentionally make contact with that part over the years…
  268. >But now they just sort of sagged there, they didn’t feel like much.
  269. >You kind of just cupped them there… still half thinking of Scoots… if she was doing that to you.
  270. >’Huh… this is kind of new.’
  271. >You were starting to calm down just a bit, your member wasn’t quite as hard as it was before, becoming somewhat spongey.
  272. >You (FIRMLY GRASP IT) poke your now spongey half deflated dick.
  273. >It feels weird, but as you begin to grasp it, it returns to its previous state.
  274. “Ohhh uhhhh.”
  275. >You try to emulate the friction you had with the pillow with your hand.
  276. >Your hand is somewhat coarse rubbing over your hardened penis.
  277. >’Ehhh… not as good.’
  278. >You release it and just sort of sit there for a while, hunched over in a nest of your sheets staring at your member, thinking of Scootaloo… her deep purple eyes, her stiff wings wrapping around you… her soft fur… her other parts…
  279. >”AAAAAANNNNNOOOOOOOONNNNN!!! Your friend is here!”
  280. >Your ripped from your revere by the shrill call of Spike.
  281. >’Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! What time is it!?’
  282. >You glance over to your clock, the hour hand had just come to rest on 12… 12 noon.
  283. >You’d spent so long reading and feeling yourself up you hadn’t gotten ready for anything today.
  284. “I’ll be down in a minute Spike! Ummm Can you just entertain Scoots for a minute, I need to get ready!” You yell though the door.
  285. >With the speed of a Wonderbolt in heat you jump into your adjacent bathroom and into the shower.
  286. >’At least this magic plumbing gets water warm instantly…’
  287. >You douse, scrub, and rinse yourself in what must have been a record time.
  288. >You do the same treatment to your teeth, knowing you won’t want bad breath for Scoots.
  289. >Literally jumping out of the bathroom, you throw on the first cloths you see. Clean boxers, some jeans, a swirly tee shirt, and the hoodie Rarity made for you.
  290. >’Still smells like… like… high fashion? Expensive perfume or something… It’ll have to do, it’s cold out this time of year.
  291. >It was late fall, most of the leave were between deep red and on the ground, and the first frost had already occurred a week ago… but it was still decently warm out.
  292. >You inspect yourself in the mirror real quick. Your damp hair was to your shoulder, you hadn’t gotten one hair cut since you got to Equestria…
  293. >’Perfect… enough.’
  294. >Taking a long deep breath you steel yourself for what is to come.
  295. >You open your bedroom door into the long crystalline hallway.
  296. >You notice your board is propped up against the wall immediately opposite your door.
  297. >’Musta been Spike or Twi… thankyou fam!’
  298. >You proceed to place it on the ground, giving it a little push with your foot so it started rolling ahead of you.
  299. >You hop on as it rolls away from you, only making it roll faster down the long hall.
  300. >You can hear voices chatting away down the hall… sounds like Twi telling one of her tales.
  301. >You glide down the hall and rounding the turn into the dining hall you see Twi, Scoots, and Spike seated at a table, happily devouring sandwiches and juice.
  302. >”Oh well good morning Anon” Twi chides you “And, please, not in the house.” She’s looking at your board as you glide toward the table.
  303. “Ahh, ugh sorry Twi, I just wanted to ride it, you know.”
  304. >You look at Scoots as you say this, she looks back at you, smiling with a mouthful of daisy sandwich in her cheeks.
  305. >Are you blushing…
  306. >You go to hop off your board, but miss your footing, falling face first onto the ground… right in front of Scoots…
  307. >The horror, the absolute horror on your face you were hiding from the world as you kept your head in your arms.
  308. >The fall hurt nothing more than your ego.
  309. >”Ughmhgmh *gulp* A-Anon, you good?” Scoots worrily poked your back with a hoof.
  310. >You roll over onto your back, staring up into her beautiful eyes, a bit of redness still on your cheeks.
  311. “No, no, I’m fine. Just ummm, just keeping myself prepared you know. Gotta know how to fall right.”
  312. >’Smooth man… smooth.’
  313. >You give her a weak smile.
  314. >She returns it.
  315. >You spend a second looking into each other’s eyes, her sitting above you looking down, you on your back staring up at her.
  316. >”Sooo Anon, since you’re ok, do you want some lunch” It was Spike, ruining yours and Scoots eye staring contest.
  317. “Oh, yah, definitely. What do we have?”
  318. >”See for yourself, I brought out the whole spread.”
  319. >You get up and inspect the table.
  320. >Mostly just horse food, but there is a jar of peanut butter and apple jelly. That will do, that will do excellently.
  321. >You proceed to make yourself a quadruple decker peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and to the shock and awe of your company you devour the whole thing in lighting speed.
  322. >’Looks like my sexy fantasies make me very hungry.’
  323. >For a fleeting second you feel like Goku from what you remember of Dragon Ball… god you missed television… you missed so much of your old life… you decided to stop thinking about it.
  324. >Twilight continues to drone on about her time in Canterlot Academy for Gifted Unicorns… boring!
  325. >Suddenly as Twilight hits one of her pauses to munch on her sandwich Scoots turns toward you.
  326. >She’s playing with her beautiful purple mane again.
  327. >”Hey Anon, wanna get going now? I have somewhere I want to show you.”
  328. >Twilight hears this and looks toward you two expectantly.
  329. >You dare not allow her to restart. This last segment of story took five minutes!
  330. “Yah Scoots, let’s go.”
  331. >“Awesome! Let me just get my stuff…”
  332. >She throws on her saddle bag that she’d hung behind her chair, and gets down to grab her signature scooter from across the hall.
  333. >You decide to thank your family for the meal since she didn’t… well probably because she has other people on her mind.
  334. “Thanks for the meal guys, I’ll probably be back tonight ok? Dinner maybe."
  335. >”Alright Anon, and remember what I told you.”
  336. >Twilight magics your red helmet atop your head as she speaks.
  337. >”I don’t want to see you riding around without that”.
  338. “Yes Mooom” You’re blushing a little, you didn’t want Scoots to see you like this.
  339. >But she’s just over there, her helmet in hoof, still smiling at you and Twi.
  340. >You give Twi a little hug good bye and motion for Scoots to come over.
  341. >You both walk to the grand door of the castle into the cool autumn air.
  342. >Scoots turns to you and gives you a little wink and giggle as the door shuts behind you.
  343. >”Follow me!”
  344. >And like that you both are off on your respective modes of transportation.
  345. >Scoots leads the way, she’s not going terribly fast, you know she can go faster.
  346. >’This is actually kind of relaxing…’ You’re almost idly kick forward.
  347. >Scoots mane is flowing in the cool wind, she’s keeping her eyes forward, scanning the packed earth road for rocks and divots that could spell a quick and painful stop to the little wheels on your boards.
  348. >You decide to take the opportunity to glide up alongside her.
  349. “Hay Scoots, where are we going?”
  350. >She looks over and smiles at you. Her mane is becoming a beautiful mess whipping over her muzzle, between her ears.
  351. >”I can’t tell you, I want it to be special when you see it! But I’ll race yah there!”
  352. “Oh, you’re on!”
  353. >Competition was how you met this wonderful filly.
  354. >You’d competed against her in an apple bobbing contest at the end of the summer. You’d only been in Equestria a week then, but Twi thought it would be good to get you out a little.
  355. >Lifting your leg and giving yourself a mighty kick forward you let your mind drift back in time just a little.
  356. >Scoots won the apple bobbing contest easily… Human mouths just didn’t work as well as pony muzzles at picking up apples.
  357. >You had to complement her on her victory, you didn’t want to make a bad impression on the ponies you’d have to be living with for the rest of your life.
  358. >The first thing you noticed about her was that she was neither scared of you nor a sore winner. She was graceful, and really was the one who kept your first conversation going.
  359. >And she actually asked you about what living with Twilight was like… not what you were or where you came from.
  360. >In fact she never really asked you those questions, she always just wanted to talk to you about the present.
  361. >That was what you liked most about her. She didn’t worry about your past or who you had been… She just cared about who you were then and there.
  362. >After that first encounter you began to hang out with her on a nearly daily basis.
  363. >Usually just taking turns riding around on her scooter, maybe getting food, playing tag, the innocent fun things you’d forgotten about in your childhood of technology.
  364. >You tried to explain some of your old toys to her, robotic pets, video games with whole virtual worlds, remote controlled helicopters.
  365. >It all seemed lost on her, but that made you want to be with her more.
  366. >She knew something about having fun that you didn’t.
  367. >And you wanted to learn with all you heart.
  368. >And learn you did. She brought you everywhere over the past three months.
  369. >To all the hidden nooks and crannies of Ponyville, to the unexplored wonders of the surrounding forest, and everywhere in-between.
  370. >All the while teaching you how to have fun in a world devoid of modern means of entertainment.
  371. >Seriously, who knew you could actually play fetch with squirrels, or that the caves around Ponyville were so elaborate, or that there was an abandoned house full of graffiti right in the heart of town.
  372. >You’d taken up the habit of placing your tag in these abandoned places you’d find with Scoots.
  373. >Just a simple spray-painted stick figure of a human… but it was your symbol.
  374. >Scoots had a stylized wing as her tag… her tags looked a lot better than yours, but your figures were improving over time.
  375. >As you and Scoots cut a blazing path of dust through Ponyville you notice she is starting to overtake you.
  376. >She had begun using her wings to propel her forgoing the use of her normal kicking leg.
  377. >”Hey, try to keep up!” She turned her head back to you, playfully sticking her tongue out.
  378. “No fair, you’re using your wings!” You furiously kick forward.
  379. >You two were nearing the edge of Ponyille when suddenly Scoots banked hard to the right along the main road, nearly missing one very flustered Bon-Bon.
  380. >Following Scoots lead you lean hard to the right, your turning radius being somewhat better than Scoots scooter your able to slide somewhat, kicking up a little dust onto the poor cream mare.
  381. >”Watch were you’re going!” She was shaking her hoof menacingly at you.
  382. >”Luna damned kids and their wheely boards…” she whispers under her breath, brushing a little dust off.
  383. >”Sorry!” Scootaloo yelled back at the top of her lungs.
  384. >This surprised you just a little. Scoots wasn’t normally the one to apologize.
  385. >’Maybe I’m wearing off on her just a little… Am I becoming like her?’
  386. >You were fast nearing the last block of houses on Ponyville’s western flank with no sign of Scoots slowing down.
  387. >Your breath was becoming hot from exertion, and you could start seeing puffs of your breath condense in the upper 40’s degree air.
  388. >Your young body didn’t relent; you were just getting started really.
  389. >You pumped harder to close the gap between you and the bronze filly.
  390. >You happened to notice her velvet tail was flicking in the wind.
  391. >Every once in a while it would flick just enough for you to catch a glimpse of her… of her… of just her.
  392. >’Is… is her coat a little darker there… or is that just the shadows?’
  393. >You couldn’t keep looking at her like that… it felt wrong somewhere deep inside you, and you felt a little shame well in your soul.
  394. >Thank Celestia Scoots was so focused on the road ahead; you couldn’t imagine what she’d do if she caught you looking at her like that.
  395. >You do your best to avert your gaze, kicking harder and harder to try to overtake her, but you could swear it was getting harder to push yourself forward.
  396. >There were trees on either side of the road, sparse trees, but they thickened as they got farther from the road, fading into a proper forest.
  397. >The sun was at its peak about now, still somewhat low in the sky, but filling everything it touched with a wonderful warmth that juxtaposed the cool air in ways that made the skin on your cheeks tingle.
  398. >With a few extra heavy kicks you become neck and neck with Scoots.
  399. >Turning your head to her you give her the same playful tongue-sticking-out.
  400. >This makes her fumble a little for some reason you think you can guess at, but it’s the opportunity you were looking for.
  401. >She slows down a little as you overtake her.
  402. >’Were her cheeks red because of all the exercise or cuz I gave her the ol’ tongue?’
  403. >You couldn’t devote the mental resources to pondering the thought longer. You are in the lead, and you want to win this time… though you still don’t know where you’re going.
  404. >By now you are sure your fighting the increased gravitational resistance of a subtle hill.
  405. >You merely power onwards, a few beads of sweat beginning to moisten your hair.
  406. >Deep breaths of autumn air feel like a cool wave washing over your body with ever inhalation.
  407. >Your kicking ferociously as the subtle hill continues to steepen, yet the forest on either side seems to remain as lush and dense as ever.
  408. >You can’t really let your mind wander too far as you focus all your energy on beating Scoots to the ambiguous finish line.
  409. >You continue like this for a few minutes, just looking intently ahead at the road, much like Scoots was earlier.
  410. >’I wonder… is she enjoying the view as much as I was… but what’s to see… my butt?’
  411. >Curious you turn your head around without giving any warning to Scoots… and sure enough you catch her gaze in mid whip away from your ass.
  412. >She looks a little embarrassed, and is losing even more ground to you.
  413. >You do the only thing you can think of, you put out your tongue again and call back.
  414. “Haha, getting tired already? You’re too easy to beat!”
  415. >”What NO!”
  416. >She redoubles her efforts, straining her wings and even giving a few kicks of her hind leg.
  417. >Soon enough it’s a neck and neck race again.
  418. >Your both straining your bodies as far as they could go… and maybe then some.
  419. >You take an opportunity to look back over at Scoots.
  420. >Her mane was a true mess now, completely blown around from under her helmet, and she had sweat beading up around her brow, trickling down the side of her determined face…
  421. >’Damn she’s hot…’
  422. >Then suddenly something catches her attention, and her head whips sideways, away from your direction.
  423. >”We’re here!” She slides her scooter to a stop.
  424. >Breaking with your foot you come to a much gentler… albeit less awesome… stop.
  425. >As the dust settles around her, Scoots removes her helmet and whips her frizzy mane back and forth, making it resettle itself in a much cuter position.
  426. >She looks up toward you, maybe ten feet further down the path than her.
  427. >You’re feeling inspired, and, taking your helmet off, whip your shaggy locks around, spaying a few glistening drops of sweat as you reseat your helmet hair.
  428. >*giggling* “Over here Anon, I know you’re going to like this place!”
  429. >Catching your breath, you kick up your board, and follow her into the woods.
  430. “Hey Scoots, ummm, do you have any water on you?”
  431. >You were parched after the ride, and your mouth was like a desert.
  432. >”Sure!” Scoots stops and props herself against a tree.
  433. >Flinging off her saddlebag she reaches into the green pack producing a leather flask in her mouth.
  434. >”Mhere, phake phis” She tosses the water skin to you.
  435. “Thanks!” You greedily remove the cap and douse your mouth in the cool water.
  436. >It’s the best thing you’ve tasted, and revives you like a phoenix from ashes.
  437. >Refreshed you sit down against the nearest tree, legs spread out in front of you, water skin in one hand, board in the other.
  438. >”Hay, toss it here. I’m dyyyyyyying.” Scoots made a little scrunched face as she said this.
  439. >Obliging her you hand the skin back up to her, and she proceeds to take several great swigs.
  440. >”Thanks! That’s better… So now I can do this.”
  441. “Huh umph mmmppphhhhmmm~”
  442. >Scoots had hoped over your sitting form and proceeded to jam her lips against yours, just like last night.
  443. >You were surprised, but not as much as you were the first time.
  444. >Resting your back against the tree Scoots starts to lower and ease her body down on your legs.
  445. >Her eyes were closed, and you decided to close yours as well this time, it just felt better that way.
  446. >Both of your lips were closed, but just the heat of her lips pressed against yours made you tingle all over.
  447. >Warm breath escaped both your noses as you were still panting just a little from the ride over.
  448. >She was sitting on top of, but mostly between, your legs now.
  449. >You decide to take this opportunity to raise your right hand to gently stroke her side while your left hand worked its way up to play with her mane a little.
  450. >She did the same with her fore hooves, rubbing one against the side of your face while the other kind of was rubbing your side.
  451. >She was tentative, but still bold, easing her hooves all over your cheek and side.
  452. >You emulated her, running your hand through her lush, sweaty, purple mane, and along the side of her body.
  453. >You could feel her heart beating quickly… this was heaven.
  454. “Mmmmeeeeemmmphhhhh~”
  455. >You where realizing that you needed to breath from your mouth, your nose couldn’t supply all the air your lungs craved.
  456. >As suddenly as she began the kiss she broke her face away, and quickly inhaled deeply.
  457. >You did the same, the cold air making your lips long for the heat of her’s again.
  458. >”Uuuummm I – I hope you don’t hate me…” Scoots was sitting back now, her face a deep red and her wings fully splayed.
  459. “Wa-why would I Scoots… I’ve been wanting to do that again ever since you kissed me last night… I kinda really like you… yah know?”
  460. >”A-anon… I do too… but I was just worried, you know. I never did this to any colt before… and I didn’t know if you would… y-you know… feel the same.”
  461. >She was hiding behind her mane a little, face blushed.
  462. >You could think of only one thing to do.
  463. >Leaning forward you reach your arms around Scoot’s torso and press your lips against her’s.
  464. >”Mmmmaaaaaaahhhhhhmppppp” Scoots eyes go wide at your sudden advance, but soon close as she realizes you’re affections.
  465. >You rub your hands up and down her back, and she slowly starts to wrap her forelegs around you too.
  466. >She doesn’t rub them up and down though, she just starts squeezing you, holding you tight like you were the world, and she was scared of flying off of you.
  467. >Remembering your book, and the chapter on kissing you decide to try something a little risky.
  468. >Slowly you part your lips against Scootaloo’s.
  469. >”Hummmmmmmpppppmmmm?” She makes the cutest most curious sound she can while her lips are occupied with yours.
  470. >The vibrations of her ‘Hummmmm’ing' feels weird and good against your lips… you make a note of this.
  471. >Slowly… tentatively you poke the tip of your tongue against her lips.
  472. >Her eyes open a little at the new sensation, and so do yours.
  473. >You look deep into her purple irises, there’s uncertainty, caution, and longing all mixed in her gaze.
  474. >You however just look into her eyes with the confidence only a book could give you… which is soon mirrored in her eyes.
  475. >She parts her lips just a little too, and peaks the tip of her tongue out too.
  476. >Gingerly you touch the tip of your tongue against her’s.
  477. >Her tongue retreats a little, but soon responds by licking all along the side of yours, up into your mouth.
  478. >Your eyes close again and you squeeze yourselves tighter, your tongues starting to probe each other.
  479. >The warmth of her mouth is amazing, and her breath tastes just a little like dandelions… which have a surprisingly sweet air.
  480. >Your tongues twirl around each other slowly as you start to probe her mouth, and she yours.
  481. >‘Heh this kinda tickles, but feels so good.’
  482. >You move your hips a little to try to reposition the boner pressing against the seam of your jeans.
  483. >Thankfully this seam isn’t pressed against Scoots or you’d be really embarrassed… but then again her wings are fully extended, and she’s not running away like last time…
  484. >A thought crosses your mind as your tongues frolic and play in opposite mouths.
  485. >You ease your squeeze and trail a hand further up her back, making her squirm just a little as you near your target.
  486. >You gently brush your fingers up the base of one of her stiffened wings.
  487. >And her whole body arches forward as her head bucks back, breaking the kiss rather suddenly.
  488. >Your tongue still sticking out, you pull back your hand in fear you may have hurt her.
  489. >”OHHH A-Anon ahhh ughhh c-can you… can you t-touch my wings again… m-maybe… i-if you want to.”
  490. >Still in shock at her sudden reaction, you sit back against the tree.
  491. >She was blushing like mad now, and her face looked like she was panting, but she had this weird small smile that was turning to concern before your eyes.
  492. >”I-I’m sorry… if I scared you… it’s just… no one has ever t-touched my wings when they’ve been… you see… like this” She did look embarrassed now.
  493. “No, I’m sorry… I’m sorry if I surprised you… but ummm could you just lie down for a moment?”
  494. >This is what you dreamed of. Giving her wings a massage…
  495. >’Her wings must be tired too, after pushing her all the way out here.’
  496. >”Re-really?” She looked a little surprised, but obliged.
  497. >She removes herself from your legs and splays herself on the ground facing away from you, tail still tucked tightly between her legs.
  498. >You reposition yourself overtop of her, and sit yourself on top of her back, legs on either side so you’re not resting too much of your weight… or your boner… on her.
  499. “You good Scoots?”
  500. >She looks back and up at you with uncertain eyes.
  501. >‘Damn she’s cute when she looks like that.’
  502. >”Y-yah Anon… just be gentle… I don’t know how this will feel from you.”
  503. >Remembering your cold hand experience from this morning you rub your hands together to warm them up before proceeding.
  504. >After you feel their good and warm you begin… but you don’t really know how.
  505. >You just start rubbing up her back, feeling the firmer muscle beneath her soft fur.
  506. >Slowly your roll your palms back and forth, working up her back.
  507. >Very soon you’re massaging between the bases of her wings. The muscle is much firmer here, but her fur is soft as ever.
  508. >”Ooohhhh A-Anon… That feels Amazing!” She’s got her forehead resting on her forelegs.
  509. >It’s now you decide to start working the base of each of her wings with each of your hands.
  510. >”AhhAHHHahhhh” Just the mere touch of your hands against the base of her wings makes her back arch as she releases a high pitched moan.
  511. >”Ohhhhaaaahhhhhooooo” Her body starts to relax a bit.
  512. >You're starting to work up to the mid-section of her wings, feeling the stiff supporting bones in her wings as you roll your palms up and down them.
  513. >You start to fan your hands out, taking in the odd texture of her wings as fur transitions to feathers.
  514. >Her plumage is softer than you thought it would be, and with each new patch of wings your hands explore, Scoots fidgets underneath you, letting out varying volumes of moans.
  515. >Your hands approach the tips of her wings and you can feel one of her hind legs starting to kick a little.
  516. >”AaaaaAAAAaaaA - Anooooon – Waaaa whaaaaat what are you doooooAhhhhoooing?”
  517. “Ummmm just you know, massaging your wings.”
  518. >”DoooooAhhhooon’t - Don’t S-Stoooohhhhoooop!”
  519. >She was starting to yell… you didn’t want to hurt her… but you didn’t want to disappoint her by stopping.
  520. >You start stroking the length of her wings in sync, slowly rubbing up and down the supporting structure, rolling your fingers at the junction of fur and feather all along the way.
  521. >You can feel her beginning to buck her body, little shivers occurring every few oscillations.
  522. >You can only imagine what this must feel like for her… but your imagination fails you.
  523. >You can just continue to keep your pace, massaging up and down, up and down, rolling your palms and fingers with each stroke of her wings.
  524. >Her bucking and moaning were just growing faster and louder, she was literally like a worm squirming under you.
  525. >Her face was buried in her forehooves, mane becoming quite the mess again, and her ears pushed back and down.
  526. >You had to admit, her wild squirming felt really good against your raging boner, whenever her back brushed up against your crotch you wanted so bad to grind back into her… but you restrained yourself... you didn’t want to interrupt her moment… or worse… make her think your weird.
  527. >”OOOOOhhhhooooohHHHH AAAAAAAHHHHHHHAAAAAA-AAAANNNOOOOOONNN! I - I – I AHHHHHHH!!!”
  528. >She was wildly bucking her body between you and the ground, and all you could do was continue your massage.
  529. >”I – I – I- FEEEEEEHAAAAALLLLLL W – WAAA – WIEEEERD!”
  530. >Her whole body seemed to shake and shiver as she gave one great buck into the ground and collapsed, limp, her wings starting to fold back down in your hands.
  531. “W-what just happened…”
  532. >You were dumbfounded at what you had just caused this little orange filly to experience, the things you must have made her feel.
  533. >”I ahhh I d-don’t k-know…”
  534. >Scoots was struggling for breath.
  535. >You could feel her flick her tail a bit.
  536. >Than next thing you felt was her tense up as you saw her face pop up from her forelegs in a look of concern and panic.
  537. >”Anon, get off me! I need to go peeee!”
  538. >‘Wow, did I do that… a little sudden.’
  539. >But you put your internal monologue aside and oblige, sitting back down against the tree behind you as the purple maned filly jumped up at the speed of light, tail tucked tight between her legs, and ran off into the forest, leaving you with just your thoughts and your boner.
  540. >’What did I just do to Scoots?… does she still like me?... She ran off kinda fast… but she left all her stuff…’
  541. >It’s at this moment you decide to look down at where she had been sprawled and you notice a distinct wet patch by where her hips had been bucking.
  542. >’Maybe she really did have to pee… or maybe…’
  543. >Your thoughts travel back to this morning when your boxers got moist from your pillow rubbing session.
  544. >You get the sudden urge to sniff the moist ground.
  545. >As you lower your face you hear the distinct and distant sound of liquid falling upon leaves.
  546. >’Oh… so she really did have to pee… But still… for science.’
  547. >You resume lowering your head and sniff the earth.
  548. >’Ohhh, that smells kinda strong… but not like pee… and not really that bad either… kinda smells like… concentrated Scootaloo…’
  549. >Your boner twitches a little in your pants, and you shove a hand down there to reposition it so it won’t ache as bad.
  550. >You rest your back against the tree, closing your eyes, listening to the stream of pee in the distance turn to a trickle and eventually stop…
  551. >’Man, now I gotta pee…’
  552. >You stand up, turn in the opposite direction, and proceed to pee on a nearby tree.
  553. >It’s kinda difficult to get your stream started with your penis so hard, but after a few long seconds you start.
  554. >You’re just starting to really relieve yourself when you hear hoof steps and crackling leaves behind you.
  555. “D-don’t come over here, I’m peeing too!”
  556. >”Sorry, I’ll be over here” Scoots actually sounds a little concerned for your privacy.
  557. >As you pee your dick softens and returns to its normal form much to your relief.
  558. >You finish relieving yourself, and zip things back up.
  559. >Walking over to where you and Scoots had decided to rest you see her, sitting down, looking at the ground, her face all red.
  560. “Scootaloo?”
  561. >”I ummm, t-that’s not r-really what I came here to show you.” She’s speaking softly into her forelegs.
  562. >Picking the water skin out of her saddlebags you sit down next to her.
  563. >First you take a swig and offer it to her. She accepts and takes a swig as well.
  564. “So what did you want to show me than?”
  565. >Your curiosity at what this wonderful filly still had to show you was burning a hole through your mind.
  566. >”F-first you have to promise me something… o-ok?” She looked up at you, her purple eyes almost tearing up.
  567. “Yah, anything, what?”
  568. >”Don’t tell anyone we did that…” She’s still looking into your eyes, and you into hers.
  569. >You feel the full weight of her words, and you acknowledge them.
  570. >For you are the human, and she a Pegasus… what might the world, what might her friends… think if they found out.
  571. >You don’t want to think about the consequences.
  572. “Never, for as long as I live.” You say with the most serious straight face you’ve ever worn.
  573. >”Thank you… but… would you… want to do that again… one day?”
  574. >You don’t even need to think about this one.
  575. “Yes, absolutely… that felt… magical.”
  576. >She smiles up at you, and moves her head slowly toward you, and you move your head slowly toward hers.
  577. >Your lips lock as you both exhale from your noses simultaneously.
  578. >As if knowing what the other was going to do your tongues don’t leave your mouths… instead you just softly suck on each other’s lips for a few seconds before breaking the embrace.
  579. “So… you ready to show me this place?”
  580. >”Absolutely!”
  581. >You stood up while she packed her few things back into her saddle bag.
  582. >You chose to leave your board and helmet by the tree. You can’t imagine you’ll need them in the forest. Scoots does the same.
  583. >You offer your hand to her sitting form.
  584. >She raises her hoof to meet your hand.
  585. >Grabbing tightly you pull her up and give her a little smile.
  586. “Hope you’re not too tired to lead the way Scoots.”
  587. >”Well… it is a little bit of a walk, but not far… How well can you climb?”
  588. “Pretty well I am ‘The Monkey Kid’ after all.”
  589. >What an imaginative taunt some of the more xenophobic colts and fillies had taken to calling you behind your back… and to your face sometimes.
  590. >”Heh, good.”
  591. >You and Scoots walked through the thickening forest.
  592. >Open space between towering trees turned to bush, and open trails turned into little more than deer paths.
  593. >Scoots kept the lead, her head swiveling, looking for… something.
  594. >You kept your eyes ahead, watching the ground for any surprises.
  595. >It was difficult footing occasionally, you could feel larger, course rocks underfoot, but the layer of fresh leaves camouflaged all the potential twisted ankles.
  596. >The trails were beginning to take on a serious downward incline, and if you looked straight ahead you could tell you were walking into a valley.
  597. >Soon you were noticing outcroppings of large rocks between trees. Poking up like ancient monuments to a once tall and mighty mountain, reduced to boulders.
  598. >As you and Scoots continued down the forested hill you noticed more and more boulders of increasing size.
  599. >”Ah ha! There it is!” Scoots sounded excited.
  600. “There’s what? All I see is trees and rocks.” You looked where she was walking toward.
  601. >”This, it means we’re on the right path.” She was pointing toward a stylized arrow on a boulder maybe three times her size.
  602. >The arrow pointed toward a slightly wider deer trail, still going down the hillside.
  603. >’Huh… I wonder if this is what she saw when we left the road?’
  604. >You approached the boulder. The stylized arrow was much larger and complex than you thought, taking up a third of the rock’s face.
  605. >You’d stopped to gander at the magnificently intricate arrow on the boulder. Each sharp edge was instead a spiral of contrasting red’s, blues, blacks, and whites. It was speckled with little dots and images.
  606. >You wished you had a camera… or a smart phone.
  607. >”Well Anon, what are you waiting for? This is just the beginning!”
  608. “N-nothing, just looking at the rock.”
  609. >”Well there will be plenty of rocks to look at when we get there!”
  610. >She was already proceeding further down the hill.
  611. “Hey, wait up!”
  612. >You rushed to catch up, but the leaves were slick atop the gravel trail, and you couldn’t risk running like her.
  613. “Must be nice having four legs!” You yell forward “Never have to worry about losing your foo-Ahhh”
  614. >Your foot slipped over a loose rock, and you fell gracelessly on your ass.
  615. >”Anon! Are you hurt?” Scoots was immediately by your side.
  616. “Uhhhh, S-Scoots… c-closer…” You half whisper, lying on your back.
  617. >”A-anon, I-I’m…” She was lowering her head, nearly whispering, tears forming in her eyes.
  618. >She’s next to your ear.
  619. >”I-I’m… SO NOT FALLING FOR THIS!” She was just speaking in a regular volume, but it sounded like she was yelling.
  620. “Ahhhh yah got me, but you still fell for my trap card!” You lounge up, wrapping your arms around her neck into a warm embrace. She backed up, and your hug didn’t last as long as you wanted.
  621. >She gives you a little clop to the side of the head.
  622. >”Don’t do that Anon… you scared me… for a second.” A crease of concern adorning her muzzle.
  623. “Sorry, but you’re cute when you’re concerned… and I wanted to catch up to you… so I brought you to me.” You were smiling, but still felt a little bad for tricking her.
  624. >”Don’t do that again, promise?”
  625. “Promise.”
  626. >This time she held out her hoof to you, offering you a lift.
  627. >With a mighty tug she pulled you up to her, then without releasing your hand she stood on her hind legs, bringing her forelegs over your shoulders.
  628. >She looked into your eyes, and you could still see the remains of her concern abating back into her irises.
  629. >Than just like that she planted a quick kiss on your lips and hopped off you.
  630. >”You know you can be a real drama queen sometimes Anon.”
  631. “Well things are boring without drama… so I just like to make my own sometimes.” You were shrugging.
  632. >”Huh, well just don’t go scaring me you know.” She gave you a little smile.
  633. >The both of you resumed your walk down the hill, watching as the boulders kept growing and growing in size, from filly size to stallion size to wagon size.
  634. >By the time you’d nearly reached the bottom the boulders were of all sizes, from pebbles to house size chunks of weather worn slag.
  635. >You could hear the distant trickle of running water, you were definitely nearing the bottom of the valley.
  636. >”There look!” Scoots was pointing forward.
  637. >You look past her and see another large colorful arrow on a boulder… pointing directly up… or was that over?
  638. >Scoots runs up to the boulder, fluttering her wings, easily jumping atop the carriage sized boulder.
  639. >”This is the climbing part… Well more of a jumping part… But yah, get up here!”
  640. >She looked practically ecstatic.
  641. >Staring the boulder down you plan your attack. There is a smaller boulder adjacent to that… If you can just get a running start you can use that as a platform to get atop your target.
  642. >’Well no time like the present.’
  643. >You run down the remainder of the hill, jump with all your might, land, and jump again, and land again.
  644. >You were next to Scoots, looking down about five or six feet to the ground.
  645. “That was fun!”
  646. >”Awesome! Because there is a lot more where that came from.”
  647. >You and Scoots turn around simultaneously.
  648. >Before you lies a field of boulders, transected at points by a swift shallow creek, bordered by trees and rising hill faces on either side.
  649. >The sun shone through the break in the canopy caused by the lack of trees, and you could see more, smaller and less stylized arrows pointing away from where you and Scoots stood.
  650. “Well let’s follow the signs.”
  651. >You jump onto the next boulder within your range, and Scoots does the same.
  652. >Than you hop to the next, and the next, keeping your momentum up so you can make slightly longer jumps.
  653. >Scoots can get slightly further than you thanks to the added lift her maturing wings provided… but she still couldn’t fully take flight.
  654. >The rocks were weathered and course enough to give you confidence with each jump that your feet wouldn’t slip and break.
  655. >This felt wonderful, and you hopped like a ninja over the boulders toward the mysterious place all the arrows pointed.
  656. >Scoots was taking a different set of boulders than you, but you were never more than fifty feet from the filly.
  657. >You occasionally looked down, and could spot small fish scattering in the crystalline water.
  658. >You realized you were getting thirsty again, but you wouldn’t have another drink until you arrived at this rate.
  659. >’I hope we’re getting close…’
  660. >You and Scoots continue to follow the trail of boulders as it lazily followed the streams’ path.
  661. >Coming up is a large bend in the path, and you think you can see some colorful rocks poking out from behind the hillock.
  662. >Scoots races ahead and pounces on a boulder immediately before the bend, she looks right at you, confidence in her eyes, chest puffed out, wings splayed.
  663. >”I would like to welcome you, Anonymous, to…” She waited for you to make the final jump to her boulder. “The Sanctuary!”
  664. >She jumped one boulder further, and you followed… and turning the corner you were greeted by a blast of color.
  665. >All up the hill side were spray painted boulders, big and small, each with their own theme.
  666. >One had a huge Sun like Celestia’s cutie mark, another a spectacular moon in the image of Luna’s mark.
  667. >Another was a huge mushroom, and another a series of pained doors, another was covered in various tags. Some you’d seen elsewhere; others were completely foreign.
  668. >Everywhere you looked was another beautiful spray-painted mural.
  669. >You felt a tear form in your eye.
  670. >”Well what do you think?”
  671. >Scoots was rubbing her head against your side.
  672. “Its… its… I can’t, I just can’t begin…” You were shifting your gaze all up and down the hill.
  673. >The sun shone through the breaks in trees between the painted boulders, casting shadows that played with the color, only rendering the vista even more spectacular.
  674. “It’s wonderful!” You exclaimed, jumping down from your boulder on to the gravel shore of the creek.
  675. >”Isn’t it! It always changes a little whenever I come here.” Scoots joined you on the shore of the creek.
  676. >You start walking in no particular direction, forgetting your thirst, just marveling at this most odd place.
  677. >Scoots walks next to you, sticking close, but also letting her eyes wander.
  678. >”Ohhh this is new!” She points a hoof over to a large painting of a chess piece, a rook, if you knew your chess well enough.
  679. >”That used to be a faded old painting of a drop of water with things in its reflection.”
  680. “I wish I could have seen it.” You regret.
  681. >”No, you don’t, look closer at the piece, it’s made of so many smaller chess pieces!”
  682. >Indeed it was, the large rook was nothing more than hundreds of white or black pawns, knights, bishops, and just two sets of kings and queens on opposite sides.
  683. >You two walk all around the field of graffiti art, taking in each and every work in the afternoon’s golden rays.
  684. >After quite a while of silent observation Scoots perks up.
  685. >”Hay, ummm, check this out.” She grabs your hand in her hoof.
  686. >She leads you between a few boulders to what could best be described as the center of the field where one particularly large boulder proudly sat.
  687. >”This is the Boulder of Nopony.”
  688. >You could have read it, the title was emblazoned on the boulder.
  689. >All over the boulder were tags of various pony graffiti artists.
  690. >”I was wondering if you wanted to, you know, leave your tag. It’s tradition.”
  691. >Scoots reaches into her saddlebag and produces a can of black spray paint in her mouth, which she offers to you.
  692. “I would be honored.” You take the can and give it a shake.
  693. >You walk around the boulder until you find a suitably empty patch of gray rock face.
  694. >Quickly and gracefully you produce your mark. Two legs made in one fell swoop. Arms like a sine wave, straight line running from the top of the legs, up through the middle of the sine wave, and up further. A circle for the head. Some scruff on top for hair, and last but not least two ‘X’s for eyes.
  695. >You stood back, proud of your work as a few lines of wet paint dripped down.
  696. >Now it was Scoot’s turn, she had a red can in her mouth, and stood up to where you had just sprayed your tag.
  697. >She proceeded to spray two wings on either side of your tag, giving the little painted man large wings.
  698. “Why did you put wings on my tag?”
  699. >Scoots put down the can.
  700. >”Well he always looks kinda sad, so I wanted to give him wings to be happy about.”
  701. >Her wings were splayed again.
  702. >Smiling you wrap her in a hug which she returns in force.
  703. “He looks happier already.”
  704. >Another half hour or so goes by as you two travel up the hill inspecting the newer pieces of art.
  705. >Occasionally you felt compelled to draw little things on the open rocks, hand prints, a bug, and your best attempt at a Pegasus.
  706. >Scoots did the same, flowers, a scooter, a sword, and one of what was supposed to be you.
  707. >After a little while longer you found yourselves on a small cliff a ways up the hill, above most of the boulders and artwork.
  708. >You were becoming exhausted from all this exertion, and your cotton mouth was killing you.
  709. >You took this opportunity to reach into Scoot’s saddle bag and grab the water skin.
  710. >Plopping yourself down on a cliff you let your legs dangle over the edge as you sipped from the skin.
  711. >Scoots emulates you, sitting like a Lyra on a park bench, rear legs over the edge, front legs behind her supporting her.
  712. >You offered the water to her, but she shook her head, instead resting herself against your side.
  713. >You wrap your arm around her as she leans into you, feeling her warmth and softness between your fingers.
  714. >You let out a little sigh.
  715. “Scoots, how do you find all these places?”
  716. >”Well I have lived here a lot longer than you… and I just like to go out exploring… sometimes with friends, but mostly alone.”
  717. ”But how did you find this place?”
  718. >”W-well… one of the other orphans showed me it a long time ago.”
  719. “Ohh…”
  720. >You knew she was an orphan, you’d discovered this little fact from Twi who encouraged your friendship with her…
  721. >”Yah, I mean, it’s who I am… old Dusky showed me this… just before she had to leave since she was too old to stay in foster care.”
  722. “I’m… sorry to hear that.”
  723. >”Don’t be Anon, it’s what I’ll have to do one day… when I’m old. It’s what we all have to do.”
  724. “What will you do then?”
  725. >”I dunno… maybe try to get a job, but I don’t want one. I want to skate, and draw, and be with you…” She rubbed her head against yours a little causing your nose to itch from her windblown wild mane.
  726. >”What about you Anon?”
  727. ”I… I….”
  728. >Come to think of it you had never really thought of your future here, just living day to day.
  729. “I don’t know.”
  730. >”Don’t worry about it.”
  731. “Heh, I wasn’t before.”
  732. >You play with a little bit of her mane that’s falling over your chest.
  733. >The sun isn’t as high as it used to be, it had to be close to 5… the sun sets by 6:30 these days.
  734. >You pull your hood over your head and snuggle Scoots closer.
  735. >”Hay Anon?”
  736. “Yah Scoots.”
  737. >”What did you mean when you said you were dead yesterday?”
  738. >A shiver ran down your spine, and Scoots held you tighter, able to sense your shiver.
  739. >You take a deep breath of the crisp air and close your eyes to the beautiful land that lay before you.
  740. “What I meant is… I can remember myself dying.”
  741. >”Like… when you were back on Earth?”
  742. “Yah, when I was back on Earth… and now I’m not sure if I’m dead or alive anymore.”
  743. >”But you seem alive to me… and I’m alive… and… and…”
  744. >She was losing her words, and instead opted to just hold you.
  745. “Yah, you seem that way to me you know… but you only know your one life… Imagine suddenly falling into a world full of things like me, and you’re the only Pegasus… would you think you’d died?”
  746. >”I… ummm… I don’t know what I’d think… I might think I was dead… if I knew how it happened that is… Do you know how you… died?”
  747. “No.”
  748. >You were lying... And you knew Scoots knew you were.
  749. >Scoots looked up at you, and you down to her. Her purple eyes were wide, a small tear forming.
  750. >”Anon… I don’t know what I’d think if I was in your place… but I can tell you what it’s like watching your parents die…”
  751. “Scoots…”
  752. >You give her a little squeeze.
  753. >”I was in the sky carriage when it happened, just me, my Mom, and my Dad… I was a lot smaller back then.”
  754. >She looked down a little, a tear falling off her muzzle.
  755. >”We were going to Manehattan to see a friend when the storm took us. My Dad was pulling the carriage, and me and Mom were in the back. The storm was out of nowhere, and it didn’t look too bad at first.”
  756. >You were wrapping her in a hug.
  757. >”But then… a bolt of lightning struck my Dad… I can still see him, going completely stiff… we started to fall. Mom tried to fly out and lift him… but she couldn’t fast enough. We crashed to the ground, she was crushed by the carriage…”
  758. >She was full out crying now, and so were you.
  759. >”I stayed there for a day, under the wreck of our carriage… with them… until a traveler found us… From there I’ve just been in foster homes…”
  760. >You hold her close…
  761. “Oh Scoots…”
  762. >You can’t say you’re sorry, that will do nothing… you can just empathize… which is actually doable since your parents are as good as dead to you now.
  763. >”T-that’s why I’m jealous of you Anon!”
  764. “Why? I’ll never see my parents again either…”
  765. >Saying that hurt your heart as a swarm of memories flooded your mind… all of them you pushed aside.
  766. >”Because you have Twilight as your new Mom. She’s wonderful, she cares about you, and… and… you’re the only one she really cares about.”
  767. “But she has friends, family, the princesses… I’m not the only one…”
  768. >”You her only kid!” She blurts out.
  769. “….”
  770. >”Foster parents are terrible… they’ve had so many kids in their care before… I don’t mean anything to them… I once broke my leg… and Dusky was the only one who stayed by my side when they put the caste on me.”
  771. >She was gently weeping into your shoulder.
  772. >”They… they say they love you… but that’s all. Then they go and say it to every other kid they have, just the same, and go to bed at night… leaving us… leaving me… alone.”
  773. >Your heart was breaking and reforming in so many ways right now.
  774. “Scoots… I… well I love you… and wouldn’t leave you alone.”
  775. >”Heh… I love you too Anon… t-thank you.”
  776. >She’s still sobbing a little into your shoulder, her words just a little muffled…
  777. >You lean your head over hers and plant a kiss on her forehead.
  778. >She stirs a little and raises her head, eyes a little puffy and red, nose dribbling just a bit, and her muzzle all moist from tears…
  779. >’She’s beautiful… in this time and place we get to share… she’s real…’
  780. >She closes her eyes, and raises her face toward you, you do the same lowering your head toward hers, slowly closing your eyes.
  781. >You can feel her hot breath escaping her nose, making a little sniffing sound as she exhales.
  782. >Your mouths meet, your tongues come out to play, and you hold each other dear and tight.
  783. >The embrace lasts an eternity as you and her exchange your oral affections.
  784. >And after the timelessness wears off you both split from each other’s faces, tongues tucked away, eyes opening… you and her giggle.
  785. >It's getting late, and the sun is starting to set. But you two lean back against the cold rock slab and embrace each other once more.
  786. >The passionate kiss lets you run your hand through her mane, and she rubs her hooves over your back and over your hood, removing it slightly so she can feel your hair.
  787. >The kiss breaks much the same as the last, and you both know you can’t spend forever here as much as you both would like to.
  788. “Hey Scoots, I think it’s time we go.”
  789. >The lengthening shadows were beginning to give you an eerie feeling, and you wanted to go back home and have dinner with Scoots and Twi and even Spike.
  790. >”Yah… hay, thank you.”
  791. “For what?” You ask innocently.
  792. >”For being you silly!” She booped her nose against yours.
  793. >You blush a little.
  794. “Well… ummmm… Thank you for being you too Scootaloo.”
  795. >”Heh, it was nothing Anon.”
  796. >She smiles at you as she picks herself up.
  797. >You grab her saddle bag and stand as well, placing it back across her back.
  798. >”Lets get outta here… this place gives me the creeps at night.”
  799. “You and me both…”
  800. >”They say the ghosts of the artists who’ve died lurk The Sanctuary at night.” She says this in a somewhat serious tone… like she’s seen things.
  801. >A gust of wind blows through the trees, stirring a small whirl wind of leaves in front of you and her.
  802. >A chill runs through your spine and you take a step closer to Scoots.
  803. “Yah lets go now!”
  804. >You and her proceed to retrace the path you took to get to The Sanctuary. It doesn’t seem to take nearly as long to get out of the forest as it did to get in.
  805. >In a mere fifteen minutes the both of you are back to your gear.
  806. >You pick up your board and dawn your helmet. Scoots does the same, but trails her scooter behind her.
  807. “So Scoots, I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me and Twi tonight.”
  808. >”Yah that would be great. I love eating at your place. The food is soooo much better than at the home.”
  809. “Cool, want to head there now?”
  810. >You were getting pretty hungry. This was an exhausting day.
  811. >”Ummm do you want to do something first?”
  812. “Like what, more kissing? We can just do that later tonight.”
  813. >”No, like bomb a hill?”
  814. “Ohhhh you know my weaknesses all too well.”
  815. >It was true, while tricks and racing were fun on a board, there was nothing like the feeling of flying down a hill.
  816. >”Well just a little further down the road is this suuuper awesome hill.”
  817. “Awesome!”
  818. >You drop your board, hop on, and proceed to kick yourself up the remainder of the hill.
  819. >A few short minutes later and you were approaching the obvious crest of this once glorious mountain.
  820. >Stopping yourself at the peak you scan down. It’s a lot steeper on this side, but it’s mostly straight and it levels out to a long flat plane. This was a perfect hill to bomb.
  821. >”So race yah to the bottom?”
  822. >Something in your heart hitched as she spoke these words to you. Flash backs, horrible memories, painful past experiences.
  823. >You pushed them away, shaking your head, turning to Scoots and giving her a little wink.
  824. >With that you kick yourself off down the hill, Scoots following close behind.
  825. >As you quickly gain speed you put your arms out to your sides, letting the swift, cold air refresh and break you a little.
  826. >Scoots takes the chance and leans forward, overtaking you.
  827. >She can’t turn around to give you some kind of taunt, this is a serious hill requiring serious attention.
  828. >Attention you were currently diverting to her form.
  829. >Her sweet body hunched over in determination, her purple hair flying everywhere behind her, her fragile wings tucked tight to her sides.
  830. >She was starting to get too far ahead of you, and you ducked down into a more prone position to reduce air drag.
  831. >Keeping the straight line, you’re getting closer to Scoots.
  832. >You’re still eyeing her body though, taking long glances at places you probably shouldn’t be…
  833. >’But oh she’s just so cute… I want to press myself against her…’
  834. >There’s a familiar hardness in your pants, but you can’t give it any attention, you’ve got to be going 45 or more miles an hour now.
  835. >But still, you can’t help but stare, her tail is flying everywhere in the wind, covering nothing.
  836. >’Oh… oh my God, did… did her… did her place just twitch?’
  837. >”ROOOOOOCKS!!!”
  838. >Scoots wings suddenly splayed as she propelled herself above a patch of fist sized rocks… they were directly in your path… and you didn’t have wings.
  839. “WhaaaAHHHHH UMMMPHHHH AAAACCCCCK-“
  840. >Blackness.
  841. >…..
  842. >…..
  843. >…..
  844. >Then a bright and blurry light from above you.
  845. >You struggle to open your eyes more, but it feels like your ripping apart your eyelids from all the built up crud.
  846. >Fighting harder against the condensed sleepiness you persevere and succeed in bringing your eyes to bear on the white light.
  847. >Then an explosion of pain in your skull as the light assaults your senses, forcing you to snap your eyes shut.
  848. >A little groan escapes your lips as you feel the headache build.
  849. >You want to bring an arm up to rub away the sleeps and shield your eyes from the luminous onslaught.
  850. >However as you go to move your arm, you feel as if it is restrained, tucked tight against your body, held in place by some well tucked sheets.
  851. >You renew your efforts, wiggling your right arm up your side… but you feel weak, like the act of just moving your arm is a great struggle.
  852. >But after a few moments struggle you achieve a minor victory; your arm is free of its cotton constraints.
  853. >Weakly, like a wet noodle, you flail your arm across your face, and proceed to rub your eyes into your sleeve.
  854. >The fabric feels coarser than your normal shirt, but that doesn’t concern you.
  855. >What does concern you is where the heck are you… and how did you get here… and where is Scoots?
  856. >Your eyes are still closed; you don’t want to make this headache worse.
  857. >You scrunch your face in concentration, remembering the last things you could.
  858. >Boarding through town… Scoots wings… Those spray painted rocks… That hill…
  859. >It’s all rushing back to you, how you raced her down the hill, how she jumped over the rocks, how you hit them… how time seemed to slow down before impact… how you felt weightless flying forward… and the overwhelming blackness that overtook you.
  860. >It felt like all that was just a minute ago…
  861. >But also so… long… ago…
  862. >You need to know where you are.
  863. >Covering your eyes with your arm, you gingerly peek them open.
  864. >You just see your arm, but that’s the plan.
  865. >Raising your arm just a little, you let your eyes adjust.
  866. >It’s still very bright, but with the shade your arm is casting, you’re able to blink the room into focus after a few seconds.
  867. >Your head is propped a little forward on a pillow, so you only get a view of the far wall and ceiling.
  868. >Just a blank beige wall and white ceiling.
  869. >You shut your eyes again, bringing your arm to your side.
  870. >That snapshot didn’t do much to tell you where you are, just that you’re not in your bedroom… but you could have told that by the stiffer bed and rougher sheets.
  871. >If you had to guess, you’d say a hospital… but your head hurt too much for guessing.
  872. >But you were still determined to understand your surroundings.
  873. >With a great effort you dig your heels into the bedsheets, and using your arms for leverage, you force yourself up against the backboard so you can sit up.
  874. >With each motion you feel your muscles cramp and complain like they had been awoken from a deep slumber.
  875. >Another long groan as you made the final push, and there you were, sitting up in bed, feeling like a sack of jelly, eyes still closed against the light.
  876. >’Alright now… it’s now or never’ you thought to yourself.
  877. >Raising a hand above your eyes, you hesitate for only a second before opening them.
  878. >Bright, bright light greets you…
  879. >But after a few seconds the dazzling effect wears off, and you see a spacious and sparsely furnished room come into view.
  880. >The walls are dull, and there is a door on the far side with a little window at the top.
  881. >You turn your head to the left, observing only a counter top with a sink, a few boxes on the counter, some cabinets above, and even further to the left there was an IV stand.
  882. >Bags at the top of the stand lead into a tube that ran down, under the covers… and right into the back of your left hand.
  883. >This was new, and the thought of something being in the back of your hand freaked you out.
  884. >suppressing your anxiety, you looked at your hand, flexing it.
  885. >It felt weird, but it didn’t hurt.
  886. >’Oook… I wonder what kind of horse medicine their pumping into me…’
  887. >The thought passes through your mind, but is quickly pushed out as you hear a little snore from the right.
  888. >Rolling your head, you hear a few cracks in your neck, as your vision shifts to the right.
  889. >Your heart skips a beat at the sight.
  890. >It’s Scootaloo, slumped over a table, her head in her foreleg, softly snoozing away.
  891. >Her mane looks frazzled, like she hadn’t taken care of it in a while, and her body looked worse for wear too.
  892. >A few feathers were sticking in odd directions, and her coat didn’t look as vibrant as you remember.
  893. >To her side there is a few books, all fiction, mostly Daring Do novels with a few other titles mixed in.
  894. >One directly in front of her was open, maybe a third of the way through.
  895. >She looks like a peaceful wreck, little snores emanating from her slumped form as her back raises and falls in a gentle rhythm.
  896. >You smile at the sight, nothing could have made you feel better than seeing your best friend by your side… except maybe seeing your adoptive mother again too.
  897. >You sigh, rolling your head back to center, and staring up.
  898. >You see the source of your discontent taunting you from above.
  899. >That damn light, wreaking havoc on your fragile mind.
  900. >You squint your eyes, and bring a hand to your forehead, rubbing in slow circles.
  901. >Your face feels greasy, but as you work your hand further up your head you’re greeted with an odd, unexpected, texture.
  902. >Cloth bandages, wrapped tight around your skull.
  903. >Starting at the top of your forehead and covering the entire top of your head, you felt a little like a mummy as your hand explored further up and behind your skull.
  904. >You groaned some more, additional pain sinking into your head as your hand brushed over the top of your skull.
  905. >You’d had enough of that, and again opened your eyes to explore the room some more.
  906. >Further on your right was a heart rate monitor, oscillating in a predictable, slow manner.
  907. >Wires ran from it to a little strap around your wrist.
  908. >And further in front of you, next to the door was two switches.
  909. >Those, those were the key to doing away with the pain that plagued your head.
  910. >Those were your new target.
  911. >And you would turn those off even if it was the last thing you did.
  912. >Mustering all your strength you push yourself forward.
  913. >You bring an arm to your side, and start working the sheets out of the side of the bed.
  914. >After a minute you’ve removed the sheets, but your arms feel exhausted.
  915. >You can see that you’re wearing a hospital gown, but it’s been obviously altered for your form with some arm holes cut out, and sleeves quickly stitched on where your arms should be.
  916. >Ignoring the burning sensation in your arms you swing your legs over the left side of the bed.
  917. >Grabbing hold of the IV stand you look over the side of the bed.
  918. >Maybe six inches between your bare feet and the cold tile floor.
  919. >You grimace, but steel yourself; this was a battle for your very existence.
  920. >The light must be shut off.
  921. >You push off with your right arm, and let your feet slap against the floor.
  922. >You try to support yourself against the IV stand, but your legs are too weak to support you, and your arm is no match for gravity.
  923. “Oooofff… Owww.”
  924. >You collapse into a pile of scrawny body parts, tubes, and wires next to the bed.
  925. >As you lie on the floor, the warmth of your bed replaced by the chilly tiles and air, you hear a stirring from across the room.
  926. >The rhythmic snores are interrupted by a snorting sound followed by a long ‘ughhhhhhh’ like sound.
  927. >”Uhhhhh A-anon?” A whisper from across the room.
  928. >You gulp, and whisper a reply.
  929. “Scoots…”
  930. >”Anon!” Her enthusiasm is apparent, even though it was just a whisper.
  931. >You hear a rustling from across the room, and hooves falling on the tiles.
  932. >”W-where are you?”
  933. >You try to adjust yourself so your sitting with your back propped against the bed frame.
  934. “Ummm over here.” You’re still whispering, even though you don’t know why, but Scoots started it.
  935. >You here soft hoofsteps falling, growing nearer, and in a second Scoots is rounding the corner of the bed, a wide smile on her face.
  936. >”Anon…” She whispers, staring at you for a second, tears forming in her purple eyes.
  937. >You give her a weak smile.
  938. >Next thing you know she’s next to you, hugging you, and burying her face in your shoulder.
  939. >You shift to your side, wrapping your arms around her, resting your head on top of hers.
  940. >”I-I-I d-didn’t know! I didn’t know t-the r-rocks… t-that they would… would b-be there! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” she was trailing off, shudders wracking her body.
  941. >She was sobbing into your shoulder uncontrollably.
  942. >You held her, you didn’t blame her, you just wanted her comfort… and she wanted yours.
  943. “It’s not your fault… I’m not mad… I’m just… tired.” You whisper into her ear, a yawn punctuating your sentence.
  944. >She nuzzles her tear soaked face into your shoulder before looking up to you, red puffy eyes looking into your tired, baggy, eyes.
  945. >You smile at her, and pull her head against your chest, stroking her frazzled mane.
  946. >You feel weird… that you’re so tired even though you must have been sleeping for a while.
  947. >You let out a yawn, as Scoots sniffles away her emotional state.
  948. >But your head is still throbbing, and you know your mission must be accomplished… but maybe with a little help.
  949. “Scoots…?”
  950. >”*Sniff* Yah Anon?”
  951. “The light… It’s killing me…”
  952. >”T-the doctors *sniff* don’t like it when I turn it off…”
  953. “C-can you please?”
  954. >”Heh… like I wouldn’t have done it… but first you need to get back in bed.”
  955. “Yahhhh…”
  956. >You struggle to support yourself on your legs, pushing yourself up against the bedframe, working your way up the bed.
  957. >You feel Scoots hop up the bed, and feel a hoof tap your shoulder.
  958. >”Need a hoof bro?”
  959. “K-kinda…” You blushed, embarrassed you were struggling so much to just get into bed.
  960. >You raise a hand, and take hold of her hoof.
  961. >With a mighty yank, Scoots hauls you up onto the bed.
  962. >Flopping around a little, you find your way back under the warm covers, and shiver away the chill of the floor.
  963. “Thanks Scoots.” You give her a red-faced smile.
  964. >”It helps that you’re a lot lighter now, you know…”
  965. >It was true, you could feel your ribs protruding, and your arms looked like they had less meat on them too.
  966. >’How long have I been out for…’
  967. >”Now one more thing.”
  968. >With a final sniff, Scoots hops off the end of the bed, and hits the light switch.
  969. >To your relief the room is flooded with darkness save for a gentle glow emanating from the little window atop the door.
  970. >You feel the bed bounce as Scoots hops up.
  971. >You flip open the covers, scooting over to make room for her.
  972. >She crawls in next to you snuggling into your side.
  973. >You throw the covers overtop the two of you, as you return her snuggle.
  974. “Thank you Scootaloo… for everything.” You whisper into her ear.
  975. >”It’s… n-nothing Anon.” Her voice hitched a little.
  976. >You wrap an arm around her, pressing into her half for comfort, half for heat.
  977. “How long…?”
  978. >She shudders, but relaxes in your arm.
  979. >”Three weeks…”
  980. “You look like it~” Rubbing your face against hers a little, feeling her greasy mane between your fingers.
  981. >”Aaanoooon~” She fake whines.
  982. >Her warm breath tickles your cheek, and you can’t help yourself.
  983. >Your head drifts lower; she senses your desire, and moves her head upwards.
  984. >Your lips brush against one another, like old friends reunited after years apart.
  985. >You push your head forward a little, locking lips.
  986. >She sucks a little on your lower lip, as you take in the soft texture of hers.
  987. >You suck against her upper lip, and feel a little dryness and chapping… like she had been breathing conditioned air for a while.
  988. >’Three weeks… She’s been here three weeks with me…’
  989. >Your hand drifts further down the back of her head, along her back, until it was resting overtop one of her wings.
  990. >You felt a few feathers sticking up, and you shift them back in line with the rest.
  991. >Scoots wiggles a little as you work her feathers, pulling you closer, shifting the angle of her head.
  992. >She has a sweet musk about her, nothing offensive to the senses, but you could tell she hadn’t taken very good care of herself the past few weeks.
  993. >The kiss comes to an end, your lips pulling away from each other as you rest your forehead against hers.
  994. >Your headache is still present, but it’s subsiding thanks to the dark.
  995. >Scoots warmth is washing over your fragile body, and you feel a comfort overtaking you.
  996. >She rubs a hoof along your side as you hold her.
  997. >You close your eyes, and you feel as if you’re floating in a warm sea.
  998. >You nuzzle into her, and she shivers a little… thinking her own thoughts.
  999. >”I… I thought I lost you…”
  1000. >Her whisper sounds scared and small.
  1001. >”They said… they said you might not make it at first…”
  1002. >Now you’re shivering, pulling her closer.
  1003. >”T-the r-rock was in… in your head.”
  1004. “The bandages…” You whispered, pulling an arm to feel your wrapped head again.
  1005. >You felt something wet against your cheek.
  1006. >You bring the hand away from your head, and wipe a tear away from Scoot’s clenched shut eyes.
  1007. >You didn’t want to think about what your body had endured… You just wanted to be close to Scoots… and to sleep.
  1008. >You rest your arm around Scoot’s head, and bring your face back to hers, again locking lips, preventing her from continuing.
  1009. >She melts into your embrace, sticking her tongue against your lips, wanting more.
  1010. >You part your lips, letting her tongue slide against yours as you work your soft member into her mouth.
  1011. >Your tongues lazily play for a few moments, spiraling around each other, interlocking, and feeling each other’s texture.
  1012. >You can feel a tear wet your lip, having traveled down the side of Scoot’s face.
  1013. >The salty taste juxtaposes the sweeter flavors of her mouth as your tongues play.
  1014. >You scratch behind her ear, eliciting a little moan from the purple maned filly.
  1015. >Breaking the gentle embrace, you nuzzle into her some more.
  1016. >Regardless of the foreign bed, the bandages wrapped around your head, and your weakened state… everything just feels right with Scoots by your side.
  1017. “Scoots… I love you…” a soft whisper in the still room.
  1018. >She shudders, snuggling into you more.
  1019. >”I love you too Anon… I love you so much~”
  1020. >You stroke her back, a shudder runs through you as you process her words… and how scared she must have been these last few weeks.
  1021. >All you can do is hold her and reassure her.
  1022. “I’d never leave you… no little rock could do that…”
  1023. >”Heh… don’t joke about that” She shivers again.
  1024. “I won’t… but I’m serious…”
  1025. >”Thank you for staying.”
  1026. “Thank you for waiting.”
  1027. >You feel sleep overtaking you.
  1028. >Today had been an exhausting day, even if all you did was move like three feet.
  1029. >You knew Scoots would be there for you, always.
  1030. >You felt safe, comfortable, and happier than you’d felt in a while.
  1031. >You felt love.
  1032. >And you felt loved.
  1033. >You drifted to sleep snuggled up against the orange filly that saved you…
  1034. >”…O No No! What did I tell you about turning off the light and sleeping on his bed!?”
  1035. >It’s a gruff voice, piercing through your sleep like an arrow through flesh and sinew.
  1036. >You don’t process the words, you don’t want to move… or think.
  1037. >You feel a shuffling next to you, and hear the groggy moans of a familiar voice.
  1038. >”Uhhhhh but, doc, he woke up. I swear!”
  1039. >You lie still, allowing your mind to come around.
  1040. >”Yah, just like the last time I caught you in his bed. Out, out, out! Shew!”
  1041. >”No I mean it this time!”
  1042. >You feel a hoof poking your side.
  1043. >’Guess this is my que.’
  1044. >Rolling over you don’t open your eyes, just uttering a deep guttural
  1045. “Uuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhhh Whaaaaaaaat?”
  1046. >”Great Celestia he’s really awake!”
  1047. >You hear hoof steps rushing around the bed to your left.
  1048. >”Child, can you open your eyes for me?”
  1049. >Same gruff voice, but sounding much gentler this time.
  1050. >You don’t think; you obey…
  1051. >Only to be greeted with an onslaught of bright fluorescent light.
  1052. >You snap your eyes back shut again releasing another groan of discontent.
  1053. >”Well at least we know he’s not blind.”
  1054. >You swear you could hear a muffled chuckle.
  1055. >”Now please, open your eyes again, I need to see that you can see.”
  1056. >No, you’re not gunna fall for this one again.
  1057. >You take a second, composing your thoughts, and exactly why he wanted you to open your eyes.
  1058. ”Ughh y-yah… just turn off the light first.”
  1059. >You felt a shifting in the bed next to you.
  1060. >And a few seconds later you head a little ‘click’.
  1061. >’Musta been Scoots… I wonder how much she’s annoyed the doc before?’
  1062. >”Lights off now, can you open your eyes? This’ll only take a minute.”
  1063. >You oblige, and your vision is greeted by a blurry looking pony standing next to you.
  1064. >Taking a second to rub your eyes with a free hand, you let your vision focus some.
  1065. >You’re able to make out a dark coated unicorn stallion. He’s got a stethoscope around his neck, and appears to have something floating in his magic.
  1066. >”Alright now, this might be a bit bright, but you’ll need to hold still”.
  1067. >You feel a magical force envelop your eyes, holding them open. It’s an odd tingling sensation, like your eyes had fallen asleep somehow.
  1068. >You see the instrument float up to your eyes.
  1069. >Suddenly it emits a bright, piercing, light, causing your brain to explode into pain.
  1070. >You let out a little whimper of pain while the light switches eyes.
  1071. >”Hrrrmmmmm…. Ok. Sorry about that, but your eyes dilate fine.”
  1072. >He releases your eyes from his magical grasp, which immediately snap shut.
  1073. >You turn over, feeling for the familiar soft body of your Scootaloo.
  1074. >You find her easy enough, cuddling up against her. She returns the affection, but remains silent.
  1075. >The doctor clears his throat.
  1076. >”Well Mr. Anonymous, we’ll need to run some tests on you later today, but before then I think you’ll want to see your mom, and I think she’d definitely want to see you. I’ll have a courier dispatched to her immediately.”
  1077. >You can only groan as your mind processes seeing Twilight again.
  1078. >You hear hoof steps walking away, the click of a door opening, and the gentle shutting of the door a second later.
  1079. >”You excited?”
  1080. “Mumhh kinda?”
  1081. >You nuzzle in closer.
  1082. >”You know it’s like 10 in the morning?”
  1083. “Ughhh just five more minutes”
  1084. >”That’ll be about when Twi teleports here.”
  1085. “Good…” *yawn*
  1086. >The two of you snuggle together for the time being, awaiting the impending purple parent pony.
  1087. >And sure enough, not five minutes later, there is a magnificent purple flash outside your door, thankfully.
  1088. “Mom’s here” you whisper.
  1089. >”Mhhmm” Scoots nods her head a little against yours, savoring the last peaceful moment.
  1090. >The next moment the door is open, the light is on, and your writhing in pain as the purple pony quickly clops up next to you.
  1091. >”OH NONNY!!! I came as fast as I could!”
  1092. “Y-yah Mom… I ummm noticed.”
  1093. >You turned toward her, peeking your eyes open ever so little.
  1094. >As she came into focus, you could see tears streaming down her face, and a big goofy smile on her muzzle.
  1095. >She looked somewhat frazzled, and like she hadn’t been sleeping well… but she looked like she at least tried to groom herself, unlike Scootaloo.
  1096. >You weakly push yourself toward Twi, and she understands the motion, wrapping you into a tight, tear soaked hug.
  1097. “Thanks for the helmet mom.” You whisper into her ear.
  1098. >Her breath hitches, a sob caught in her throat that she forces into a chuckle.
  1099. >”Glad you’re still you Nonny.”
  1100. “Twiley.”
  1101. >You could hear a little giggle from Scoots.
  1102. >The next month goes by rather quick.
  1103. >After a few days you were released from the hospital, but mostly homebound.
  1104. >Within a week the bandages had been removed from your now shaven head.
  1105. >Scoots wouldn’t stop teasing you about how you were all bald now.
  1106. >But at least you had a cool scar.
  1107. >Physical therapy was painful at first, but thanks to some muscular magic, you were regaining strength quicker than you had lost it while in the coma.
  1108. >After three weeks you were out boarding again.
  1109. >You and Scoots got to spend a lot of quality time together, kissing, cuddling, and just doing the normal.
  1110. >You hadn’t read much more of “Growing into Yourself”.
  1111. >That was until Scoots stumbled upon it oneday while the two of you were chilling in your bed room…
  1112. >But that story is for another story (Sexy Epilogue).
  1113. >Fin

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