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My Little Scootaloo

 

My Little Scootaloo

 

Most times, life gives you lemons. When this happens to me, I like to stomp on those lemons screaming “FUCK YOU LIFE! FUCK YOU!” Sometimes, however, life gives you a delicious orange. Let me tell you about the most delicious orange I ever got. Orange and purple, that is.

 

I was drunk as fuck, I don’t even know what day it was, but I was wandering around Thirteenth Street. It was the middle of winter and the streets of Eugene had seen some snow. It was cold as balls. I was staggering around, looking for someone to bum a cigarette off of. I’d just been fired from my job at the liquor store for being drunk. Do you know how drunk you have to be to get fired from a liquor store? Pretty motherfuckin’ drunk. I just needed a goddamn cigarette, but there was nobody around. I didn’t have a dime to my name…spent it all on booze, so goddammit why couldn’t I just find someone with some cigarettes?! Each second that ticked by drove me closer to madness as my nicotine jones got stronger and stronger.

 

In desperation, I walked down a side alley hoping to find some snipes on the ground. It was a long shot seeing as everything was wet from the snow, but maybe I could find something smokable under a dumpster or whatever. Sure enough there was a big dumpster at the end of the alley. Through the wall next to me I could hear the bumping of music and a muted cacophony of voices. I was behind a bar! People probably smoked out here all the time, there had to be something for me.

 

You’d think a grade A alcoholic such as myself would’ve known where every bar in town was, but I prefer to drink alone. I kick it with Jack Daniels and that St. Pauli bitch, I don’t need friends.

 

That’s when I saw it: a discarded pack of Pall Mall menthols. Maybe, just maybe there was one left. Maybe someone as drunk as me had dropped his smokes! My heart pounded as I approached the crumpled box and opened it. Pay dirt! Inside was a single cigarette, bent but not broken. It was squashed flat, but it would do the job. I picked it out and stuck it between my teeth, searching my pockets for a lighter. I pulled out my old zippo, but in my excitement I fumbled it and dropped it. Drunk fucking klutz. It bounced off the toe of my boot and went sliding under the trash dumpster. I tucked the cigarette behind my ear and got down on my hands and knees, feeling under the large metal can for my lighter. Got it!

 

Holy shit! Something came scampering out from under the bin right past my face. All I saw was a blur of orange and purple. Had I found the fucking Cheshire cat or something? Nope. It was something way fucking weirder. It had run and hid behind a busted up bar stool that somebody had tossed out here, but I could see its purple tail and little orange ears poking out.

 

“Hey, come on out,” I cooed gently, “I ain’t gonna hurt you little guy.” Ever so slowly it peeked over the seat of the stool, meeting my gaze with two giant lavender eyes. What the hell was this thing? It was orange with purple hair! What the fuck is that?! It was…some kind of…equine creature, like if you took toy pony and upped the cuteness factor by a freakin’ bazillion. It was adorable!

 

“What in the world are you?” I asked what I thought was a rhetorical question as I slowly approached the little creature. I didn’t expect an answer.

 

“I…I’m S…Scootaloo.” It squeaked.

 

“Holy shit you can talk! What the fuck is a Scootaloo?” I was dumbfounded.

 

“I…I’m a Pegasus,” it told me, as if this fact should’ve been obvious. Then I realized that it indeed had wings…tiny little wings, but wings nonetheless; the feathery appendages that jutted out from its back were unmistakeable.

 

“What are you doin’ out here in the cold?” I asked. The little thing was shivering something awful. “C’mere,” I beckoned, taking off my jacket and offering it up as a blanket. Cautiously, the tiny pony stepped out from behind the bar stool and trotted over to me. I wrapped it…er her I figured once I could see the creature’s anatomy…up in my jacket and cradled her in my arms. “There ya go! Better?”

 

She let out a blissful little peep and burrowed deeper into the jacket. I took that as a “yes”.

 

“So…Scoota…sorry what was it?”

 

“Scootaloo!” she squeaked.

 

“Scootaloo…what are you doing out in the cold then?” Worry suddenly creased her brow.

 

“I…I dunno!” she lamented. “I don’t know how to get home!”

 

“Well, let’s get you somewhere warmer before we try and figure that out.”

 

I was positively jolly as I walked home…practically skipping down the familiar route that I would normally trudge dejectedly. I had found a little friend! We would have so much fun together! “Don’t worry about a thing little Scootaloo, we’re gonna have a fun day!” For the first time, she smiled up at me, nuzzling my neck with her itty bitty snout. It tickled and I laughed. And to think just a little while ago I had been so pissed off! Sometimes life just does a 180 like that.

 

When we arrived at my apartment I set Scootaloo carefully down on the couch and gave her a minute to get acclimated while I made myself a drink. I got to thinking…what could we do for entertainment. Hmm…aha! I suddenly remembered I had some firecrackers! I bet she would think those were cool. I rummaged around in the top cupboard and found the fourth of July leftovers.

 

“Scootaloo, do you like fireworks?” I asked as I walked back into the living room where she was snuggled up on the couch.

 

“Yeah!” I could see her eyes light up. I could tell she was the tomboyish type – she probably loved explosions.

 

“Do you like them up your ass?”

 

“Yea…wait what?” Before she could even process that statement I grabbed her by the tail and held her up, jamming a firecracker into her virgin anus and lighting the fuse with my zippo. She screamed and a little bit of blood trickled out of her backside. This was gonna be great! With all my strength I lobbed her across the room. She hit the wall so hard her head made a dent. Just before she landed on the floor there was a muted POP as the firecracker went off. Blood sprayed everywhere as her asshole was blown open, ejecting the contents of her bowels. She shrieked when she landed on her back. A fountain of urine went shooting up in the air as she lost bladder control. Scootaloo writhed in pain as a pool of blood slowly accumulated around her.

 

“WHY MISTER WHY?!” she wailed.

 

“Because silly, your tiny ass would have been way too tight to fuck. I had to make the hole bigger!” I explained as I picked the bleeding filly up off the ground and pulled out my erect penis. All that blood had made me hard. I jammed her down onto my member. Her insides were so soft and squishy it was heavenly.

 

“OWIE OWIE OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” she hollered as I rammed her ruined anal cavity.

 

“Shush,” I said, “I’m about to come.” I clapped my hand over her mouth to shut her up. SHE BIT ME. “Ouch! That’s a bad filly!” I punched her in the face a couple of times, bloodying her nose. Right before I came I grabbed one of her tiny wings and twisted hard. When she opened her mouth to scream I jammed my dick down her throat and fucked it until I blew my load. She instantly vomited all over herself. I punched her again and then threw her on the floor in her own puddle of puke. She tried to stand up but the pain from her destroyed ass caused her to let out an agonized squeak and fall over again, landing face first in the puddle of spew.

 

“Wow! That was fun, huh Scootaloo!” I smiled warmly at her. She didn’t answer. She’d begun to cry, her whole body trembling as she wept. I kicked her in the throat and she wretched again. “C’mon wasn’t that fun?” I asked once more.

 

“Wh…why?” was all she could manage.

 

“Because!” I laughed. She sobbed. “Aww, are you a sad pony? I know what will cheer you…

 

BLAM!

 

The door to my apartment went flying off its hinges. Standing in the doorway was another pony! She was much bigger than Scootaloo and different colored: blue with a rainbow mane.

 

“Scootaloo! I heard…I’ve been looking…OH CELESTIA!” she cried out in horror when she saw the little one bleeding on the floor.

 

“Rainbow Dash help me! HELP ME!”

 

“Oh wow! Another friend!” I exclaimed, “This will be great!”

 

The blue pony was a pegasus, I could plainly see, as she had taken a defensive stance in front of Scootaloo, with her wings flared out, trying to look as big and fearsome as possible. She glared daggers at me. “You’re gonna pay for this you bastard!” She growled.

 

“Alright!” I shouted gleefully. “Hit me with your best shot!” She launched herself at me, cracking me in the jaw with her hoof. I stumbled backward a little, tasting blood. But she was so small there just wasn’t enough weight behind the blow to do any significant damage. “Ow, that was pretty good,” I told her as she stared at me in bewilderment, “but not good enough! Try again!” She looked confused, but then the ire crept back into her eyes and she came at me again. This time I decided it would be more fun to fight back. I let her punch me again and I fell over backwards, faking a cry of pain. She got cocky. When she pounced on me thinking I was floored I easily grabbed her hoovsies and subdued her.

 

“Naughty naughty pony!” I said as she struggled to escape the choke hold I’d put her in. “Time for you to learn a lesson!” I took her into the kitchen and selected a large knife from my collection. I slammed Rainbow Dash down on the little card table where I usually ate. She struggled so hard, kicking and buzzing her wings, but she couldn’t have weighed more than 30 pounds so she simply wasn’t a match for me. I positioned the knife right in front of her little pony slit, then jammed it in and began fucking her with it. She shrieked at every thrust as the blade tore up her insides, blood and urine dribbling out of her vagina. When I got bored with that I noticed I had a boner again, so I whipped it out once again and began plowing her slashed up gash. She vomited up some blood – the knife must have pierced all the way through to her stomach! She was bleeding profusely out of pretty much every orifice in her body; I must have really diced up her little organs. The blood made her hole slick and wet. It felt fantastic. I pulled out and came on her face, then punched her lights out. I dragged her unconscious body back into the living room and picked up Scootaloo as well, who had been inching her way toward the open door. She’d only made it a few feet.

 

“Please please don’t hurt Rainbow! Please! PLEASE!” she begged.

 

“I won’t, I promise. You will! We’re gonna play a game!” I took my two new friends up to the roof of my building. There was a shed up there with some tools that all the tenants shared. I opened it up and found exactly what I was looking for: a hacksaw and a length of rope.

 

“Wakie wakie, I whispered in Rainbow Dash’s ear, slapping her until she opened her eyes. She coughed up more blood and made a feeble attempt to push away from me, but I could feel her trembling as I held her; she was hurt bad. She flapped her wings, taking to the air, but her wounds made her slow and I easily grabbed her by the tail, slamming her onto the ground.

 

“P-please just let us go!” she beseeched me.

 

“I’m about to!” I told her, positioning the saw at the base of one of her wings. I began cutting and she started thrashing and pounding the ground with her hooves. Her shrieks slowly turned to sobs when I hit the bone. The saw was dull but it did the job eventually. When I got about half way through I grabbed the wing and twisted, breaking it off with brute force. She was in shock, quaking, her breathing shallow. I smacked her a few times to make sure she was fully conscious before I took the rope and tied it tight around her neck. Then I took out my pocket knife and slit her belly open. I planted my foot firmly on the other end of the rope and tossed Rainbow off the edge of the roof. “Scootaloo, catch!” I laughed. The little Pegasus rocketed into the air with all the speed she could muster and dove after her friend. Surprisingly she caught the larger pony before the slack ran out. She grunted and buzzed her wings furiously, trying to hold Rainbow Dash up.

 

“Scoot! Don’t let me die! Please!” Dash moaned, but I could already see the little Pegasus was soaked with sweat and tiring fast. The futile struggle went on for another minute or two as Scootaloo put every ounce of strength she had into saving her friend. “Scoot please! Please! Remember everything I taught you! You can do it!” Rainbow cried…she didn’t sound too confident. To my amazement the little pony began flapping even harder and the two slowly began to rise back up to the rooftop. It was a herculean feat! They were only inches from salvation when it happened. Scootaloo’s wings gave out and they fell. When the rope went taught Dash’s intestines spilled out of the slit in her belly, slopping onto the ground below. Her neck didn’t break though; she was too light, so she would have to choke. I held the rope and looked over the edge, watching the drama unfold. Scootaloo was clinging to her older counterpart, bawling.

 

“NO RAINBOW NO! DON’T LEAVE ME PLEASE! I’M SO SORRY! DON’T LEAVE ME!” The little pony cried, but Dash was on her way out, her remaining wing buzzing spasmodically, little squeaks and choking noises coming from her throat. Her wing buzzed furiously for a few more seconds and then she went limp. I hauled her body back up to the roof. Scootaloo clung to it still, crestfallen and weeping.

 

“Tsk tsk,” I chided, “You killed her! Too bad you were too weak to save her, because now she’s dead and it’s all your fault.” The little filly began shivering and bawling even harder.

 

“I’M SO SORRY RAINBOW DASH!” she squealed to the gutted corpse, hugging it tight. I pulled her off the body and undid the noose, then kicked the corpse off of the roof. There was a satisfying crunch when it hit the ground. Scootaloo cried harder still. I tucked her under my arm and headed back down to my apartment.

 

“Time for more fun!” I told her. This day was turning out delightful!