The Story of Two Scoots

   It was a hot summer day in my boring old town. I lived by myself, had two dead-end, minimal-wage job, had no family left in the state, and all my friends either moved away from me or lived so far away, we never got to talk, considering I had no time to chat. I never saw anyone in my neighborhood out and about, so I was alone all the time. Whenever I had free time, I usually spent it napping or watching My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic on a stolen laptop. I wasn't a bad person, it's just I thought the person left it there at the restaurant table. Turns out they were just in the bathroom for a long time. Luckily, I got the charger too, and I charge it up at the local bar to avoid a high electric bill.

   Back to the story. I was walking to work, since a group of men stole my bike, when three guys walked up to me. I saw one of them holding a knife under his coat, and I knew they meant trouble. I sprinted away from the men, and they followed in pursuit. I ran into the alley behind the local bar and jumped into a dumpster. The goons ran past the dumpster screaming and cursing after their hidden target. When the coast was clear, I crawled from the dumpster, but I slipped on the ground and fell to the floor. Probably some hobo vomit. I opened my eyes and saw a box under the dumpster, and saw a peculiar cardboard box. I ignored it, got up, and limped home, since that fall hurt. Later that night, I went to that same bar and almost drunk myself to death. I stumbled out of the bar and found myself in the alley again. Being the drunk klutz I was, I slipped in the hobo vomit again. I then saw the box. Curiosity taking over me, I grabbed the box and slowly slid the box from the dumpster. I opened it and saw the most amazing thing. A pony. No. Two ponies.

   Inside the box was two little pony creatures, with orange fur, and a purple tail and mane."Scootaroooo?" I said in drunken effort. I didn't know what to do. They were sleeping, so I decided to not wake them. I grabbed the box carefully and stumbled home.i crept through my door and placed the box on the dirty carpet before my stained couch. There was a little blanket inside the box, but I figured I should keep then in there to not disturb them. I then passed out on the floor.

   I woke up, and glanced up to a slightly blurry clock. 9:36, Saturday morning. I didn't have work today, so I was struck with sudden happiness. Then I looked over to the box, and remembered what happened last night. I peeked inside the box. The furry creatures were still sleeping. I gently poked one of the furry creatures. It pointed its head up, eyes closed, and did the cutest little yawn. It stretched its tiny hooves and accidentally jabbed the second pony, causing it to stir. They both glanced around in question of where they were. Then they glanced up to me. Both their eyes went wide and they started shaking. They must be scared of me. The lowered their heads and started to whimper." It's okay, little guys." I cooed." I won't hurt you." One of the fillies raised his head and eyed me quizzically, and stepped one hoof out of the box. After a few seconds the filly was fully out of the box, the second still cowering in the box. I extended my hand, causing the first pony to wince and step back. The pony eased and trotted towards my hand. The orange little creature gently sniffed my finger, breathing small little huffs. Then the pony quickly licked my finger, but made a sick face, not knowing that I cut my finger on a broken beer bottle when I fell in the alley. I reached out and petted the ball of fuzz. It reluctantly stood and took the pet, then made a small squee of happiness. I reached down, grabbed the orange and purple furry filly and hugged it, not to tightly, so not to hurt it or make it uncomfortable." Hi little guy. You sure are cute." It stared up at me with its big eyes." What's your name?" It stared at me. It obviously couldn't speak or understand English." I'll call you...Scoots!" The pony glared happily up at me and snuggled up against my chest. I then looked at its mane." Your a dirty little guy! Your gonna need a bath!" I picked up the filly and carried him to the bathtub. I completely forgot about his friend, and returned to grab him. He wasn't as stable with the current situation as the other filly, but he fight back. I first tried to bath Scoots, who gave some resistance, but grew accustomed to the shallow water. After Scoots was clean, I wrapped it in a washcloth and grabbed the second one." Alright...uh...Hoofy!" I noticed that its front left hoof was smaller than the rest, and shaking. Hoofy gave a big fight. After Hoofy's constant thrashing, I cleaned Hoofy and dryed him off. I decided too see what these things were. I checked their...privates...and noticed they were both girls. I spent the day inside, feeding my ponies and supervising them as they ventured around my house. Hoofy was eager to see his environment, but Scoots stayed somewhat close to my side. Apparently I had already learned her trust. I brought them to my bedroom and sat them down on a little dog sleeping pad thing. I found a stray dog a few months back, but was a hastle to take care of and was very sick. He eventually ran away and was hit by a car. His old bed would be for my fillies for now. Scoots was trying to get up in my bed with me,so I placed the dog pad in my bed. Hoofy crawled right on the pad, but Scoots preferred to curl up under my arm. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.