The gag came out of my mouth and Master kissed me, allowing me to take in a breath of air before he put the gag back into my mouth. “Don’t complain Scootaloo, Sweetie wants this as much as I do. She really is a good pony, willing to do anything to protect you as a friend. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” Sweetie said, looking away slightly.

“Silver.”

“R-right.” Silver Tip swallowed a bit, but moved softly pushing Sweetie down to the bed, her back against the sheets. He kissed her belly and she giggled a bit looking directly at him. He was clearly nervous, but kept going.

Trying to move was a bad idea as pain locked my joints, it wasn’t bad, but enough that they refused to heed my command. Master noticed this instantly and kissed my neck forcing my head to turn and watch them. That made me whimper.

Holding my breath, Master began pressing my belly down , forcing the air out of my lungs. He was attempting to make my gasp, but it only made it easier to pass out.

“Damn it Scootaloo!” The gag came out of my mouth, and I coughed to the side taking in air. “You are acting like a brat!”

“L-lube,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Please if this is going to happen, don’t hurt her, please.” Much to my surprise Master licked up my drool a bit before kissing me and rubbing my belly , making me cringe from one of my new gashes. The gag quickly went back into my mouth stopping me from speaking more.

A bottle of lube from under the bed floated over to them. “Silver you should eat her out first before lubing up yourself, you should learn to enjoy your mare.”

It took Silver Tip a few seconds to take the bottle, but he nodded and moved down kissing Sweetie’s belly. It was an odd feeling watching Sweetie Belle and Silver. I guess this was really the first time watching another stallion other than Master and my father, but what made it seem out of place was that Sweetie Belle didn’t seem scared or nervous at all. In fact, she seemed almost excited.

Her eyes drifted over to me, but for only a moment, it seemed to make her relax before turning back to Silver Tip. Sweetie’s tail swayed back and forth as Silver made his way down to thighs, spreading her legs open. My insides churned hearing him lick her and seeing her smile warmly.

Master’s hoof brushed against my cheek, making me look at him. He moved forward kissing my gag as his other hoof moved down to my legs and started to rub. It felt rather nice, relaxing for a moment, but then everything seemed to stop around me.

“Sweet pony love, it’s quite, unsettling.”

The room changed drastically around me and I was standing in a white room with no windows. Blood dripped from my cheek to the floor. The gag was no longer in my mouth, and I could finally breath. I sat down as blood pooled around my hooves.

“My dear, you seem, hurt.” My eyes went to Discord as he went inches from me, startling me for only a moment. On reflex I hugged him, surprise went across his face, but he hugged me back, softly rubbing my head, and stopping my bleeding. “Such warm affection, but I must refuse your forwardness. We haven’t even gone on a date yet, and you haven’t gotten me flowers yet.”

Tears brimmed over as he wrapped his body around mine, seemingly to zap the cold and warm me up. He held me silently for a while, but then I spoke. “Will you help Sweetie Belle? I can’t save her.”

“Oh I’m sorry dear, but I cannot help or even enter this place. I was expressly told not to interfere by a few unnamed mares which wield some of the only power to contain me. I was told this before I came to see Jerard in his torture room. You may have noticed I was in my less than cheerful mind.”

“But they—” A zipper went on my mouth.

“Not a word, I know what you’re going to say, but it would seem that this is a pony matter and interfering is not my place, or lest I be turned to stone again. That is rather distasteful in every aspect.” Looking down the zipper disappeared. “Then again, I am one for breaking rules for games.”

The word games made me shiver. I knew very well what his games were like. “What do you want?” We appeared on Master’s bed.

“Simple. If you are able to escape the mansion before I capture you, then you win. I’ll grant you one wish.”

“And if you win?”

“You will let me kill Jerard without fear that you’ll attack Fluttershy or take your own little life.”

“But I can’t run.”

“Then I’ll let you go back to watching your friend get raped. So that you can know that you could’ve changed it, saved her the pain and a life of regret.”

This was an unfair game, if I even tried, I’d fail. If I did nothing, then it would be the same as if I was raping Sweetie instead of Silver Tip. Save a friend, but lose Master, or lose my friend and watch her suffer until she hates me.

“Send me back.”

“Oh?”

“I can’t lose Master.”

Discord appeared in front of me, eyeing me for a moment. “Fine, if that’s what you really want. Then I won’t do a thing.”

The room changed back and I was in bandages again, Master was kissing my gag, but now a new pain filled my chest, feeling worse than any knife, however it soon passed. I had wanted to rape her myself just yesterday. So there wasn’t that much guilt, in fact that wall which stopped me wasn’t there anymore. Feeling bad just meant I hadn’t become a complete monster, but I was getting there.

Tapping on Master’s side, he moved back and took off my gag. “Please untie me. I want to watch without rope burn.”

The ropes came off and Master moved me so I could watch. His front warming my back as I laid partly on his foreleg which wrapped around my belly. The other hoof started to rub my inner thigh, but he suddenly stopped.

“I suppose I shouldn’t do that while you’re close to bleeding out.” He smiled kissing my neck. “Enjoy the show,” he whispered.

My eyes wandered to Sweetie Belle as Silver Tip started to eat her out, her eyes were closed and a soft moan was vibrating her throat. Just the way her body shuttered made me stare at her face, but another object made my gaze go down to see Silver’s dick hanging out, partly limp.

It took about a minute before Silver stopped and pulled back. Even without Master’s hoof pressing against my thigh, I was start starting to become warm, moist. The soft sliding of Master’s tongue up the back of my ear made me let out a breath, as if to remind me that I needed to breathe.

Each and every single second that ticked by, my heart started to settle and an odd feeling started to come over me. For some reason, something wasn’t right. Just the way Silver Tip moved, the way Sweetie reacted.

His hoof was gentle, soft and loving, almost as if it he saw her made of glass. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t want to escape. It didn’t make sense. From everything I understood, Sweetie Belle should be squirming, screaming, trying to escape. Instead when her eyes met his, it was almost as if their…….love, would become something even I could feel, something I could-could-could see.

Master’s breath had slowed as even he came to understand what I had. “No,” Master growled, and all of us looked at him as he got up. “No, that can’t be.” He got off the bed and Silver became unsettled as well as Sweetie.

“What’s wrong, Master?” I asked.

“Tell me.” Master pulled Silver to his face. “I will know.”

Silver Tip swallowed. “What?”

“Tell me you haven’t already taken it.” The expression on Silver’s face was not of fear, it was something else, like he was ashamed. “Tell me!”

“Fine,” Silver whispered looking down. “The price for me helping her was to let me take her cherry.” Master grit his teeth. “Why do you think Rarity just let her stay? The damage was already done.”

With those words, Master let go of Silver and sighed. “Then this is pointless isn’t it, all it will do it show Scootaloo the wrong lesson.”

“Wrong lesson?” Silver asked.

The chuckle which escaped Master froze me solid as Silver’s and Sweetie’s body completely locked up. The gag and rope quickly bound and gagged me just barely as I understood what was about to happen.

“MMMMMMMMMMM!” I scream, struggling. Even as much pain as I was in, it wouldn’t stop me from trying to break free as Silver Tip’s body shuttered against Master’s magic, forcing Silver onto Sweetie’s bed.

Panic went through both of them as a small heat wave went across their private parts drying them off and in Sweetie’s case, making her go completely dry inside. Sweetie’s body quaked violently against the magic, but it didn’t let them an inch of freedom as I was forced to watch in horror.

There was a slight crackling noise of breaking skin when Silver’s—tip pushed open Sweetie’s parched lips. Her scream came out slightly muffled. Tears went down both of their faces as the shaft was in less than an inch inside Sweetie’s tube. Blood started to roll down her mixing with Silver’s blood as his member’s skin split open from tip to hilt thanks to the sudden and harsh ram motion.

“Scootaloo, stop screaming and look at me.” I stopped and looked at him. He moved onto the bed kissing my neck. “If you don’t scream and watch, I’ll let you clean Sweetie Belle after their done making love. I think she’ll want that cool tongue of yours sliding inside her, cleaning all that blood up.”

A bit of drool went down the corner of my mouth. Oh I could easily imagine that taste sliding down my—throat. Fresh tears went down my cheeks, what kind of monster wants to drink the blood of their best friend’s pain? “Mmm.”

“I know you’ll love it.”

Both Sweetie Belle and Silver Tip started to scream, but being unable to open their mouths, it was muffled a lot. There wasn’t any way for me to stop this, if anything I’d only make it worse for them.

Blood stained their bed more and more each time he pulled out and then pushed inside her. Even though I couldn’t see it, I could tell their dry skin was acting like knives against each other’s open wounds and digging deeper, and deeper.

Then they stopped. Sweetie Belle had finally passed out from the pain, and Silver was breathing hard. His body tensed causing him to start shaking as he for some reason finished inside Sweetie Belle.

“It looks like Silver finished,” Master said, and I looked at him before looking back as Silver started to pull out of Sweetie, strings of blood came sliding out of them. When he pulled completely out, a small bit of blood splashed against the soaked bed under them. “Scootaloo, you can go clean Sweetie up.” The ropes and gag came off as I floated over to the bed. My body writhed in pain as I was carried over to their bed and set down, allowing me to see Sweetie’s privates perfectly.

“Nnnnnn,” Silver’s muffled yells made me turn to see him with the gag, being cleaned up and bandaged by Master’s magic. I turned back to Sweetie, oddly enough Silver’s seed wasn’t leaking out of her.

“If you’re wondering why his seed isn’t mixed,” Master started, reading my mind once again. “I made sure it wouldn’t mix with her blood and would be planted firmly in her womb. So enjoy your, friendly meal.”

The smell was, it was smooth. Bits of my body shuttered as if something inside me didn’t want me to tasted that sweet scent. Leaning forward my tongue ran along her slowly bleeding open slit, tasting the mixture.

Chocolate and peaches, roses and strawberry. It was almost like drugs sliding against and melting against my taste buds as the flavors filled me with emotions. Fear, love, sadness, and happiness. Oh it, what was I doing? The feeling of shredded sharp insides slid across my tongue’s tip as it went deeper and deeper inside Sweetie.

‘Gulp.’ The sound of my throat swallowing made me realize just how much I was enjoying cleaning my best friend’s painfully bleeding tubes. To me, this almost felt like it was a dream, could anything be real anymore? ‘Gulp.’ That sound, it was, me, or was it the monster I was letting Master turn me into?

A slight stirring made me aware that Sweetie Belle had awoken. Even though most of her insides had turned to a light iron taste, I knew that there was more deeper inside her. If only I could reach it.

“Ow, ow, ow,” Sweetie Belle whimpered, and looked down at me. Our eyes met, her eyes locked with fear, but I simply turned back reaching the last small bit that I could. She squirmed just a tiny bit before I pulled out my tongue.

Her tunnel was nice and smooth. Blood rolling down my cheek and dripping to the bed made me realized just how much of Sweetie’s blood I had drunken down. Though, at least she wasn’t bleeding anymore.

“Somepony enjoyed that more than I thought,” Master said, and I glanced at him. Silver was breathing a bit hard, but his privates were wrapped up.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Things slowed down a bit, but I got up pausing for only a moment to realize there wasn’t any kind of pain coming. Just a minute ago my joints seemed to refuse me, but now. It almost felt like, I was made of pudding.

Master’s eye brow raised as I jumped the gap easily getting over to the other bed. He tensed for some reason as I climbed up his front and made him fall back so I could rest on his chest kissing him, sharing the taste.

“Silver, you can take Sweetie to your room and lick your wounds,” Master chuckled, as we kept kissing each other.

“Alright,” Silver said, snatching Sweetie and awkwardly jogged out of the room, leaving Master and I.

As my eyes shifted back to Master, something about this situation made sense, but at the same time I knew something like this would happen. Though for some reason I appreciated that I could taste Sweetie’s blood. Even if it wasn’t probably meant to be a—gift? Wait, was me drinking her blood a gift? That somehow he made it so I could drink Sweetie Belle’s blood and enjoy it better than any drink I had ever had in my life. How? What was, there was just a thing in her blood that just made me happy.

Pulling back noticing that he wasn’t enjoying that I was sharing the taste. “Thank you Master, it was a wonderful gift, I feel so happy right now,” I said, smiling. A silver blur at the door almost made me turn, but I didn’t want to look away.

“You’re very welcome.” He nuzzled my neck, kissing lightly. It made me cringe a bit, but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as I thought it would. In fact my body seemed, fluid, everything was moving a lot better. The stinging was gone. Master pushed up looking down at me, making nervousness run up my spine. “How do you feel?”

“Good, Master.”

“Stay, I’ll be back soon.” Master got up and left, leaving me alone.

Time seemed to slip by before I noticed a wet feeling. I let out a breath and rolled over. A feeling of lightning went through my side, but it died down after a second. Taking in a sharp breath I rolled over onto my belly and stood up, my legs shaking.

Blood started to roll down my side onto the already blood covered bed. One of my many wounds had opened, but I couldn’t tell what it was. That feeling of lightning started a flame rolling across my side making me sit down.

Calling Sethi probably wasn’t a good idea with Master mad at her, and anypony else probably didn’t know what to do, meaning they’d call Sethi. Laying on my side softly, I let out a small breath closing my eyes.

I needed to focus on something else, me bleeding out slowly was far from an important detail. Master considered this a gift, which meant I had to look at him entirely differently than I was.

What was a gift? How did Master consider this a gift? Wait, was the action a gift, or getting Sweetie Belle the real gift? He had mentioned that before, Sweetie was the gift, not the feeding on her, that was just a benefit of the gift.

So wait, oh crap, I told him thank you for bring her here so I could bring her unbearable pain. Wait, if I, oh that’s bad, if he thought I thought this was good, then what was next? What and idiot I am! If Master got the wrong impression he’d actually think I liked hurting her! He would do it again.

“Scootaloo, wake up!” Master ordered and I opened my eyes looking at him standing next to the bed. Had I fallen asleep? Wait I needed to tell him, I needed to let him know not to hurt her more.

“Master.”

“Sethi! Get in here!” Sethi came into the room. Wait, if she came in then she’d get in trouble, I’d lose her.

“Please, Master, don’t hurt her.”

“Patch her up, and once she wakes up come fetch me.” Wake up? Wasn’t I wake? No I was—something.

“Yes sir,” Sethi replied.

“Also next time you speak back to me I’ll kill you, and not even Al will save you from my wrath, is that clear?”

“You’re going to get mad at me, but no, that’s not clear.”

“Excuse me?”

“You love Scootaloo right?”

There was a fear in Master, I could feel it. “Of course, you don’t even need to ask me that to know.”

“And you want her to live? Because I will do anything to keep her alive. I literally mean anything. If you love her, you’ll understand why even disobeying you, or talking back to you is needed to save her life. She’s been through more than most ponies can live through. If you want her to live, you’ll listen to me. I don’t care if it’s in front of others, I mean you beat the shit out of her plenty for the world to know. If me disrespecting you in front of your little slaves makes that much of a difference, then you don’t love her.”

“How is it that you’re not afraid of me?”

“I’m terrified of you. However, to save her life, I’ll say just about anything. Plus you know I’m the only doctor willing to do what I do or trained well enough to do it. So if you want to replace me, fine, I’ll leave and never speak a word. But you’ll only end up getting her killed by some no-named doctor. There isn’t a single doctor on this planet willing to do this to save a filly’s life. But I’ll tone down the back talk. I’m sorry about the whole thing, I just.” Sethi sighed looking down. “I really like her.”

“I guess you’re right. After the whole Silver Tip thing plus that damn maid making my personal life news, I’m just tired of it all. I assumed my reputation would hold more sway with ponies than it did. I guess one act makes the thousands I’ve done worthless.” Master chuckled smiling. “I guess, it all seem kind of, superficial.”

“It wasn’t at first.” She started to work on me, sewing closed a new wounds. Two of the stab wounds had ripped the skin between them. “Your title, power, wealth meant a lot to a lot of ponies. You were a lot of ponies heroes, but then you became a monster. I mean what did you expect to happen?”

“Had that maid not screwed everything up like she did. I’d have married Scootaloo in a year or few, then done basically everything the same. She’d be readying for Canterlot University right now instead of laying in her own blood.”

“You would’ve killed her.”

“She’s not dead, and you clearly don’t know me as well as you think you do. Now heal her up or whatever you can. You are to stay at her side till she can walk, and don’t just say until she’s fully healed, till she’s able to walk without bleeding out.”

“If she is under heavy meds, probably a couple hours without tearing stitches, tomorrow morning would be the soonest she could walk around without worrying about her wound, or bleeding out. It’ll be far from comfortable, especially with those stab wounds, but overall she’ll not die. Well that’s assuming you don’t slice her open.”

“Morning.” Master rubbed his chin. “Fine, do whatever you want. Just get her better, I think I should talk to a few ponies about the law. And I think it’s about time to put this silly grudge against me to bed before it gets bloody.” He turned and walked out of the room leaving Sethi and I alone.

“Finally.” Sethi hooked up IV’s and laid me flat on my back, changing out the blankets gently, and replacing them a minute later. “Scootaloo, sleep well.” As a light burning feeling entered my veins I tensed then relaxed.

“Good night Sethi,” I whispered falling asleep.

“Scootaloo,” Princess Luna’s voice echoed around me. Luna seemed to appear next to me coming out of some kind of black mist.

“Princess Luna, what are you doing here?”

“You’re asleep.” Looking around, the darkness surrounding us became a grass field with a full moon overhead. “And so am I, which allows my power to be at its fullest. So do not worry, you are safe here.”

“Wasn’t I always safe?”

“Not with that monster.”

“Master’s not a monster, he’s my, my, my existence.”

“He’s brainwashed you little one, and it’s not your fault. If my sister were not so blinded by the desire for peace, she’d understand why allowing something like this to happen even to one pony is unacceptable.”

“You’d go to war?”

“If it was to show the world evil has not a place in this world, then yes. I’d give my life, and so many more would do the same. While your life is important, it is so much more than simple pain which he brings. By the idea of which allowing to be thought of as acceptable, it’ll bring suffering to so many more. It is the principles by which it exists which is the true evil, for stopping the path from ever being created is an absolution.” Dark smoke started to wisp off her body. “It must not be allowed.”

“Is there no way to be in harmony with it?”

Something of a wave of light washed over us removing the smoke from Luna. She started to breathe roughly before regaining her composure. “No, that is the path which leads to sadness and misery.”

“Luna, why do you hate Master? You don’t know him.”

“It is not him personally that I hate, it is the actions by which he takes that I hate and wish to end.”

“She’s right.” Both of us turned surprised. An older me sat down next to me. She was so beautiful, it caught me off guard. She was just barely shorter than Luna, fit, mane shining as if made of spiked metal, her coat seemed like it was made of brightly polished copper, and eyes glowing like amethyst jewels. The older me was on my right and Luna on my left. “Master is evil, and oh so very bad for you.” She bit her lip.

“Who are you?” Luna asked, standing up, horn glowing which soon spread to her entire body.

“I don’t exist.” She appeared in front of Luna, sliding a hoof across her cheek. “Just like this world doesn’t.” A mirror appeared far off showing the world was only a single field, ending after a point and showing darkness below. “This is a dream Luna, don’t panic.” Luna stepped back her magic disappearing.

“So are you a dream?” I asked, having not moved, but lightly looking at the mirror, it was a oddly beautiful sight, yet scary with so much darkness below. It almost felt like the ground could crack under me and fall away.

“Something like that,” she said, walking back over and sitting down next to me. “I can’t hurt you.” Her hoof rubbed my cheek softly, it was almost like she was made of something softer than even silk. Luna came and sat down.

“Why are you here then?” I asked.

“To help you, minds are a funny thing, you’ll learn some day.”

“Not if that monster kills her,” Luna said.

“Show some respect Luna, love cares not for pain, appearance or blood. You saying that so openly in Scootaloo’s mind shows bad manners. You’re a guest here, even if you’ve forgotten that.” A wave of warmth spread out around the older me. “For you do not hold the true right in pony dreams.”

Luna looked down. “I’m sorry Scootaloo, the pain I feel for you is deep.”

“I’m fine with it Princess Luna. I’m used to it, I used to call Master a monster, but now he’s just Master.” A smile spread across my lips. Flowers started to bloom all around us making the darkness below the planet lighten up, turning more pink than blackness. Warmth surrounded all three of us.

“That’s much better Scootaloo,” the older me said. I blushed slightly looking at her, she had a weird presence. It was like she just understood me. Everything seemed happy with her, pure happiness. “Oh you’re so cute!” she hugged me, we both giggled. “I just want to gobble you all up.”

“May I interrupt?” Luna asked, and the older me glanced at her.

“Of course Princess Luna.”

“I am here to convince her to give up on her Master.”

“That’s never going to happen,” older me said. “Instead of torturing her in her dreams, you should be supporting her and making her smile. You’ll never get past his mental walls with a simple stick.”

“Go away,” Luna said. A wave of light spread out of Luna’s horn and a gust of wind washed over us, making me close my eyes. Panic went through me for a moment, I turned to the older me, which was smiling lightly. “Impossible.”

“Now, now, Luna, no need to get violent. Scootaloo can’t wake up yet, she’s physically kept asleep.” The older me went to my ear and softly whispered. “Scootaloo, I’m not leaving you, I’ll never leave you.” I relaxed letting out a calming breath. Small bits of light started to float into the air.

A sword appeared going to older me’s neck, Luna growling with a magic aura and wisps of dark mist. “WHAT ART THOU?!” The blade made the older me look up not to get her next cut open as the world shook. “No mere dream could withhold thyist power!”

“You need to relax Princess, you don’t want to cause that kind of nightmare in poor little Scootaloo’s head, do you Nightmare Moon?” Their eyes connected.

Luna stepped back fearful. “Thou dare threaten.”

“Yes, I do, now sit down. We have more than enough work to do without us fighting in a simple dream.” Luna relaxed making the sword disappear. “We’re far from enemies dear Princess, I assure you of that.”

“Very well.” She sat down next to me.

“That kind of dream?” I asked, looking at each of them.

“The kind where you awake, but can’t move,” Older me said, smiling. “It’s much scarier than it should be if you were actually awake. Nightmare Moon used to do that to ponies. There is a very good reason why that mare is feared. Dreams present limitless eternity, which is why even torture can be as limitless.” Looking at Luna, she looked away. “Don’t worry, harmony keeps her bound, she is not evil.”

“So, what were you saying at first?” I asked.

“Ah yes, Master, he’s so evil. You do know that right?”

“I suppose.”

“By the meaning of evil, he’s evil right?”

“Yes.”

“He’s cruel, and boundless in his torture, isn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“But all those things make him the perfect kind of love, doesn’t it?” I looked at her, and she smirked. “Just the way he cradles your very soul, it makes you truly feel like you are loved and cared for, doesn’t it?”

“How do you know that?”

“Because you can’t lie to yourself. You’ll know it’s a lie even if you believe it. You can’t hide that truth away forever.”

“I, don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to, just know that love is truth in a tangible form.”

“You’re not making any sense.”

“You’re smart, you’ll get it sooner or later.” She kissed my forehead, and her wing slid around me pulling me tight. “Master is fun, isn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“And you want to be with him, even if it meant pain for all your life?”

“I need Master.”

The older me went to my ear. “Of course,” she whispered. “What kind of life would you have if his blade wouldn’t slice up your skin?” Her hoof went up my belly making me gasp as a nice cold feeling went up it. “That need will always be there, you know that. That’s what everypony else doesn’t understand.”

“But you do?” I looked up at her.

“Of course I do, but others can’t comprehend it, they just don’t have the experience of real love pumping through their heart and mind like you. That need is unyielding to even the worst enemy, isn’t it?”

“Yes, they just don’t understand.”

“You need to make them understand,” she whispered. “You need to make them remember their love for him. Make them see the light, they need not remember the darkness which blinds them.”

“But how?”

“The world is everypony’s, they’ll listen to you and your love. Ponies are only acting like this because they love blindly.”

“Wait, what art thou saying to her?” Luna asked, standing up.

“The most important thing she’ll ever know,” the older me said, moving back. “You’ll never understand Scootaloo, Luna. You see not the true evil, but the surface of it. Action is only the cover.”

“Do not riddle yourself above others.”

“Oh you’re going to be all kinds of fun, aren’t you?”

“What?” Luna growled.

“Tell me this, what will happen if Scootaloo’s Master is killed? What impact will that have on Scootaloo? Will she be happy? Safe? Answer me that.”

“She won’t be painfully hurt by a prince of Equestria.”

“So doom her to being by herself? If you honestly believe she can live with herself after Master’s death, you’re mistaken. Scootaloo is the key to the survival of all of Equestria. You think Discord, as godly as he is, do you really believe him to be a god? You should realize that even the elements of harmony have limits to their power. ”

“Who are you?”

“Scootaloo, you are more powerful than you understand, your words can change the heart of almost any pony. You just need that kindness to show, especially to that precious scared little filly of yours, she needs it more than you realize. When ponies understand that, you’ll be able to do all that you need.”

“I’ll try.”

“You’ll do fine, so don’t worry about it. Listen I have to go for now, Luna’s not a bad pony, try to understand it from her point of view.” I nodded and the older me disappeared into a bit of steam.

“Scootaloo,” Luna said, sitting closer to me.

“Yes?” I asked, looking at her.

“If you tell me to help you, I can take you away.”

“Luna, please just let me sleep. I don’t want to lose Master.” Moving closer, I hugged Luna. “I love you Luna, you’re a great princess, and you’ve helped me so much. I know you want the best for me, but this is what’s best for me.”

“Your mind is muddled, think about this.” Luna’s hoof went down my back. “You’ll be saved so easily if you just say you want help.”

“I’m not going to, so please, it makes me feel bad to not be able to tell you yes.” I let go of her. “So please leave me to sleep.” Luna sighed, and got up, disappearing, leaving a quarter moon in the sky. A good feeling spread throughout my chest, making me look down. Laying down, everything went black.

Author's Note

Editing done by wubsy mcwubsington
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