Author's Note

As what happened in the first book; the story will switch in between Scootaloo’s and Alex’s perspective since he can’t understand Scootaloo, but it’ll be in third-person format.

Chapter 1: Cleaning Up

Alex’s POV

Alex was fast asleep in his bed after a long night. He was suddenly shaken from his sleep when he felt the tingle of a small creature’s tongue on his neck. He cracked his eyes open to see none other than the cause of his sleepiness, Scootaloo. He smiled when the first thing he saw were her adorable purple, puppy dog eyes. She whinnied slightly and he knew what she meant. “Good morning to you too. I hope you got enough rest last night.” he said. Scoot nodded in agreement and got off his bed so that he could welcome the morning.

Ever since the day the young man first brought the orange Pegasus home with him, he had started setting things up that would make it easier for her to live here. Since then, he’s figured out that she can understand him perfectly, but is entirely unsure as to why she can’t speak his language. From what he’s gathered, he thinks it has something to do with the magic of her home world. This hasn’t slowed him down though as he’s given her plenty of paper and a pencil for her to use as an alternative method of communication.

He has also done quite a bit to make her feel more at home, like letting her sleep in his bed, buying food that’s safe for her to eat, and making sure that food and water are in easy access while he’s not around.

It had dawned on him recently that she may not be able to stay with him for much longer. He thought about how her friends and family must miss her and are hoping she returns. Plus, how the heck was he going to explain this to his parents, let alone convince them to let him keep her. I mean, they wouldn’t even let him have a dog growing up. He knew that he had saved up enough over the 2 years he had been working so he could move out and solve that issue no problem, but that still left more problems with no solution. The one issue that scared him the most was keeping Scootaloo healthy. He kept thinking about what would happen if she were to become sick.

‘Who would help her? Who would know how to help her? Can she be treated like any other horse?’ These questions and more kept popping up over and over again in his head; and the more they kept appearing, the more he knew he had to find a way to get her back home.

Alex was shaken from his thoughts when Scootaloo nuzzled against his hand. He looked down to see her sporting an annoyed look on her face. “Alright, let’s see if you still got some food left.” he replied, clearly knowing the cause of her annoyance.

Since the first day she came here, the young male had asked her what her basic diet was. He wasn’t very surprised when what she had told him was similar to the basic diet of an average horse. He was surprised to hear that she also ate cake and cookies, which only peaked his interest in her. As he rummaged through the fridge, he was pleased to find two more apples left that he had saved for Scoot. He grabbed both and handed them to her.

“Looks like I’m going to have to get more food for you today.” He began, “You craving something special this time? Cake? Cookies? What?”

Scoot merely nodded, which didn’t give him a direct answer, but then again, he had told her not to write down answers to simple questions. Plus, he noticed how he was running behind and needed to get to his part-time job soon.

“Alright, I’ll look around and see what’s good.” He stopped suddenly when he saw her run out of the room. Following her, he saw her stop at the bathroom door, realizing it had been shut. “Scoot, I told you not to close the door since you can’t reach the knob.” he said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

She looked back at him with a slightly angered look that soon turned into a pleading expression. “Alright, but you better not let it happen again, cause this is the third time in two days!”

Alex then reached out and opened the door, only to be taken aback by the speed of her dashing into the bathroom and letting the door close, slightly ajar. ‘I really need to move that doorknob’ he thought to himself. Alex first ran into this problem shortly after Scoot had asked him where the bathroom was a couple of hours after the first wild night with the filly. This is how he found out she couldn’t fly yet because her wings were too underdeveloped. He felt bad for her when she told him, but assured her that there was nothing to be ashamed about. He knew then that getting around the house would be slightly difficult for her, but he’s since found ways to work around her disposition. The young man rose from his thoughts when he heard a flush, followed by the sound of the faucet.

She opened the door and trotted out with a smile of satisfaction on her face. “Hold on a sec little filly.” Said Alex, stopping Scoot in her tracks. From where she had walked off from, he saw her backside and saw that she had not cleaned up after. “You forgot to clean up;” he sighed “come on, let me help you out.”

Both of them then walked into the bathroom and Alex grabbed a small bit of toilet paper and wrapped it around his hand. “Turn around, bottom up.” he ordered the small filly. Scoot slightly giggled at this and did as instructed. Alex could tell from her smirk that she had done this on purpose. ‘Man, I really turned her into a kinky one’ he thought to himself.

He approached her and started rubbing the paper against her slightly swollen marehood, eliciting small moans from the filly. He realized that she had gotten herself partially prepped for this, confirming his suspicions about her doing this to get attention.

“My you certainly are a dirty one aren’t you?” he mockingly asked the young filly. Alex kept rubbing her until he heard her whinny loudly, and saw her shoot her entire pleasure all over the paper and his hand.

Alex threw the paper away and licked his hand clean and did the same to her privates until he knew she was entirely clean. Once done, he looked at her and saw her looking back at him with desire in her eyes. Looking at his watch, Alex broke the silence with bad news.

“I better head out now before I’m late for work.” Scoot pouted a bit when she heard this, she always hated to be alone for long periods of time. “Don’t worry, I’ll only be gone for four hours, and when I get back we can finish if you want.” Alex replied with a wink. Scoot perked up a bit at this and smiled. “You’ll be okay until I get back, right?” Scoot simply leaped up and gave him a peck on the cheek telling him that everything will be fine. “Just clean up any messes you make and you can do whatever you want for the rest of the day. Just DON’T go outside; I can’t stress enough how many problems will arise if you’re found by anyone else.”