Chapter 4(Scootaloo's Chapter)

I never knew my real parents. I was told by my caretakers that before I was born, my father passed away after a lengthy battle with wing cancer, only a week before my birth. My mother had a difficult delivery and died only a single day after my birth.

Even though I never knew my parents, I still miss them with all my heart. I regret that I never get to know them, or knew their voices. Their lullabies, their touch, or their love.

I grew up in the supervision of a foster home, with many other fillies and colts my age. Sometimes the other foals picked on me and hurt my feelings. The caretakers would not offer much support, as them seemed not to understand.

The only comfort I found in my empty existence was Princess Celestia. Her speeches and shows gave me joy in my day. Her merchandise brought material value to my life.

On the day of my twelfth birthday, I woke up, tied my Princess Celestia vs. Queen Chrysalis cape around my neck and fluttered downstairs. The other goals gathered around to mock me as usual. They pointed hooves to mock me for the fact that I had no friends outside of the orphanage to come to my birthday party.

"You don't have any friends," one of my bullies began, "other than Princess Celestia of course."

The foals laughed.

"Even an idiot like you know that Princess Celestia is drek!"

I didn't eat cake. I didn't play games, or laugh with my pals. I simply went up to my room, and wrote in my diary.

May 18, I wrote down in the corner of the page.

I've been surrounded by ponies all day, yet I've never felt more alone.

I put the pen down and closed the book. I took a deep breath, and was.. Surprised to find my lungs filling with the smell of liquid magical aura. I heard a soft, motherly voice, from the windows of my room.

"You are never alone," said the voice," not now. Not ever."

I turned my head to see a looming white figure.

"P-Princess Celestia?" I whispered, "Is that you?"

"Yes, it is." Princess Celestia says, now standing in my room, "I'm here for your birthday."

My heart rose. A smile crossed my face.

"Really?" I say, "Thank you, Princess Celestia. This is the happiest day of my life." I told her.

"Come with me, your present is down stairs."

I hopped up onto her back, took hold of her wing, and rushed downstairs. The foals all looked at Princess Celestia and I as we entered the room.

What could the present be? I wondered.

I was so excited. Princess Celestia winked at me, before crouching down and sticking her wings out to the sides, like she was in flight.

She began a cold canter towards the group and allowed her wings to grab everyone in the room. I could hear the snapping of limbs and wheezes of air being knocked out of their lungs.

Princess Celestia smiled at me and then picked up all of the surviving foals, until she had the all picked up by her wing. With her long, powerful slicker horn, she impaled all of the foals with her horn, effortlessly.

She fucked all of their corpses until she was finished, with a torrent of steaming liquid magical aura. She tossed all of the corpses aside.

No words were exchanged, my body writhing with deserves seemed to be read by her mind. She looked me in the eye and in an instant, I knew what I had to do.

I gave in to my primal urges, and lunged at Princess Celestia, her horn still stuck firmly out. I exposed my orange butthole to the princess, and let her fill me, inch by inch.

I bit my lip and began to cry. Pain, pleasure, and love claimed my soul.

Soon, Princess Celestia filled my asshole with another flood of aura.

She slipped me off her horn and carried me to bed. I was exhausted, but satisfied.

Princess Celestia tucked me in and kissed my forehead. She then headed for the window.

"Wait, Princess Celestia," I call out, "stay with me. I want you to be my mother."

Princess Celestia laughed and then smiled, "I am your mother, for all who believe I am the true leader of Equestia, are my children."

She winked, before flying out the window into the night sky.

I close my eyes as I think of my last thought before falling asleep.

Princess Celestia is love, Princess Celestia is life.

Author's Note

This is most likely the end, unless I decided to do some that I find elsewhere.