The rope lay draped all around her body, as she had not realized how tangled she had actually gotten tying the knots and hanging the rope. Frantically trying to loosen herself, she only succeeded in getting herself tangled more.

“Shcootaloo? You back, shweetie?” Cursing silently, she knew there was but one opportunity for her here.

Rolling out on the floor behind the noose, which hung in the doorway, she spread her legs, presenting her vagina to her father who had stumbled in drunkenly. The vile stallion perked up at seeing his young daughter’s sex so easily displayed to him. He took a few shaky steps forward.

Scootaloo closed her eyes and began hoping with all her might that this would work. She was relying on the inebriated stallion to stumble through the noose, where she would pull on the rope to tighten it around his neck, choking him. Originally, she was going to tie it around the bedpost and shove him over once his head was through the noose, but she had to revise her plan somewhat given the current situation.

Her father bumbled for the violated entrance of his daughter in hopes that he would be able to violate it again, his head miraculously went through the noose. Scootaloo, who had turned her head back to look, grinned widely. Her plan was actually going to work!

However, she had not counted for two factors: The fact that her father was so drunk it was a miracle he was still conscious, and that she was still entrapped in the rope.

The stallion swayed, and fell over as Scootaloo tightened the noose. The sudden momentum of the heavy pony falling over pulled the quite light and much smaller Scootaloo upwards. The rope slide across her until it somehow got stuck tying her two front hooves to her throat.

Dangling six inches from the floor, kicking and gasping as her breath slowly drained from her, she caught a glimpse of her father on the floor. His head was slightly elevated by the noose, and his neck was at an odd angle.

“I... did... it...” Scootaloo gasped, and she wiggled as best as she could to untie herself. Doing this only made her entanglement worse, and she felt her eyes bulge slightly as the choking got worse.

“Gnh...” the little pegasus grunted. Her eyes fell on the large crack in the wall, where she noticed a bit of movement. She gasped for another breath of air, and tried rocking back and forth to attempt escape.

Rats. Rats, there must have been a hundred of them, pouring from the hole in the wall. That’s what she saw, but Scootaloo was unsure if that was just a hallucination from a lack of oxygen.

Slowly, the word began to grow dim. Scootaloo left out one last dry rasp for air, before all went black in her vision.

“Hey, squirt!” Scootaloo opened her eyes, and looked above her. There she was, none other than Rainbow Dash.

“Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo leapt to her hooves, rushing as fast as she could to her blue coated rainbow maned idol.

“Listen...” Rainbow Dash rubbed her hoof against the back on her rainbow mane. “I know I’ve been kinda dropping the ball around you lately, so how about I give you a little airshow? Show you all my awesome tricks?”

“Really? You’ll do that for me? You’re the best, Rainbow Dash!”

Rainbow Dash grinned, and shot off into the sky. Scootaloo stared up at the fast blue pegasus swooping all around the sky, feeling something inside her swell up. Truly, this is what she needed to be happy. A day of watching the pony she looked up to swooping all around the sky.

Scootaloo smiled.

Author's Note

This was the original ending I had for the fic. I figured even this was a bit outlandish and unreal for this story, so I axed it and went with a different ending.