Fly Away, Sweet Scootaloo

Dash drew a hot bath for Scootaloo and poured some bubble bath liquid into it. Scootaloo had never seen bubbles in a bath before and was afraid of them. “It’s okay,” Dash reassured her, “they’re just bubbles, see?” She scooped up a hoof full of thick bubbles and blew them in Scootaloo’s face. She flinched at first but then gave a delighted squee as they popped and wet her face.

Dash showed her how to wash herself, and dry herself off, and helped her brush out her mane and tail. “Beautiful!” Dash exclaimed, holding a little mirror up the the newly cleaned filly. “Look at how pretty you are!”

Scootaloo was embarrassed to look in the mirror but she did feel pretty. She felt pretty and looked pretty, just like Celestia.

“Come on, squirt,” Dash said and pointed to the door. Scootaloo followed and they arrived in the house’s kitchen. The table was full of good things to eat; apples, bran flakes, oats, grapes, muffins, corn, carrots and Scootaloo’s favorite thing in the world — chocolate chip cookies. She gasped — she’d never SEEN this much food but, as hungry as she was, she thought she could eat it all. She looked at Dash as if to ask permission. “Eat up, kid,” Dash said.

Scootaloo ate and ate, and ate and ate some more. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d eaten so much. Dash sat on a chair and propped her back legs up on the table, just watching Scootaloo eat, wearing a big smile on her face. It felt good to see her eat. She was a bag of bones. No wonder her little wings were deficient — poor kid never got a decent meal. “I didn’t know such a little body could put away so much food!” Dash exclaimed, winking at the orange filly.

Scootaloo was embarrassed and she hung her head. “I- I- I’m s-sorry,” she looked sheepishly at Dash with chocolate and crumbs all over her face, holding a cookie in her hoof. Her big lavender eyes were sad; they told a tale of fear and loneliness and heartbreak and it tugged on Dash’s heartstrings.

“Don’t be sorry,” Dash reassured her, “you eat as much as you want. There’s plenty. And tomorrow you can do it again, and the next day after that, and the next day after that.”

“Tell me kid,” Dash said, “tell me what happened to you.”

Scootaloo shoved some oats into her mouth and replied with her mouth full. “I r-ran away.”

“Was he beating you when you ran away?”

“Y-yes,” stammered Scootaloo.

Dash was horrified. “Does he tell you why he beats you?”

“H-he says I can’t do anything r-right and I get in the w-way. And he s-says I tease him.”

Dash leaned forward and put a hoof on Scootaloo’s shoulder. “Scootaloo, what does he do to you?”

“H-hits me,” she whispered.

“Anything else?”

Scootaloo looked down, ashamed. “Y-yes. He says I d-deserve to be hurt because nopony wants me.” Her eyes were welling up with tears. “Dash?” She asked.

“Yeah, kid.”

“Why doesn’t anypony want me? What d-did I do?”

Dash had to fight back the tears. “You didn’t do anything wrong, squirt. Somewhere out there are ponies who would give anything to have you. Scootaloo started working on the grapes and apples. She had so many grapes in her mouth her little cheeks were stuffed and the juice came squirting out. Dash continued. “Scootaloo,” she asked, “how often does he hurt you?”

“Every d-day.”

“And this is your foster dad?”

“Y-yes,”

“Is there a foster MOTHER?”

“Yes.”

Dash did her best to mask her growing anger at these despicable ponies, not wanting to scare Scootaloo. “What about her? She hits you too?”

“Y-yes. She s-says I’m bad.” Scootaloo’s head hung low.

“What happened to your parents?”

Scootaloo sniffed. “Th-they died.”

“How did they die?”

“A f-fire.”

Dash couldn’t help but notice that this little pegasus had sadness in her eyes — that was the unmistakable look of loneliness and uncertainty. She didn’t feel it was fair on the filly to press that subject.

“Tell me what happens when you fly,” Dash said.

“I f-fall.”’

Dash walked around behind Scootaloo who stopped eating and looked at her in concern. “You’re okay,” Dash told her. “Keep eating.” She gently picked up one of Scootaloo’s wings. “May I?” she asked. Scootaloo nodded, stuffing a muffin in her mouth. Dash gently spread the wing out. “Let’s have a look at this wing,” she said. She carefully examined the wing, caressed it, and repeated the procedure with the other one. “Your wings look fine to me,” Dash told her. “They look perfectly healthy. I think once you get some food in you and have a quiet place to live, your wings will come in just fine.”

“Really?”

“I think so. Then I can teach you to fly.” Scootaloo smiled.

The little orange pegasus ate until her tummy was sore. She drank five boxes of juice and then looked as if she were going to fall over. She swayed on her feet and yawned, her little tongue sticking out. Yawns can be contagious, and Dash yawned as well.

“You ready to turn in?” Dash asked. “I am. Come on, I’ll tuck you in.”

Scootaloo looked around at the mess in the kitchen. “Shouldn’t we clean this up?“

Dash waved her hoof in dismissal. “Nah. Just leave it.” Poor kid probably does all the housework, Dash thought. She walked Scootaloo to her room and tucked her into the big fluffy blanket, all tight and cozy. Scootaloo snuggled in. Dash closed the curtain. The lights of Canterlot shined down below the cloud city. Dash wondered what in Celestia this kid endured every day. “Goodnight, kid,” she said.

“Goodnight.”

“Scootaloo… no pony is ever going to hurt you again.”

Scootaloo managed a smile. “You promise?”

“I promise.” For the first time in a long, long while, she was safe, her tummy was full, and the best part was she was with her idol, Rainbow Dash. And when you’re Scootaloo those are some pretty good things.

She woke up with a jolt. Her heart was racing. She cried out and adjusted her eyes to the darkness. There was a massive figure standing next to her bed — Bubba had found her and his eyes glowed red.

Scootaloo jumped up out of bed. Still groggy, she tried to grasp what was going on, but before she could figure it out, Bubba hauled her up and hit her in the face — hard. Blood spewed from her nose. She felt one of her teeth come out. She flew back and hit the wall and Bubba was on her in an instant. He hit her again, this time knocking her into the window and glass shattered and cut her everywhere. Dizzy and bleeding, she tried to get up but Bubba grabbed her and lobbed her to the other side of the room. His hooves sounded like gunshots as he approached, seething with rage. She got up to run but he grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. From under the bed he produced some rope and tied her back legs to the posts on the bed. She writhed and kicked with her front feet and buzzed her wings, but he overpowered her and soon had her front legs tied to the front bed posts. “How DARE you try to run away!” he hissed, “I told you that you will NEVER get away from me — NEVER! When are you going to realize no pony wants you and no pony ever WILL. Not even your rainbow friend wants you!”

Scootaloo’s eyes adjusted to the dark and she could see a figure standing in the corner. Her heart broke when she saw that it was Rainbow Dash, grinning, looking on like she was watching a ball game. Scootaloo thrashed and tried to get free but the tethers held fast. With panic in her eyes she watched Bubba preparing to rape her.

He climbed on top of her and waved his limp cock over her mouth, running it along her nose and mouth, pressing his balls up against her lips. Tears ran from her eyes and Bubba thought the moisture felt wonderful. He forced his dick into her mouth and and pushed down so his entirety was in her mouth. She gagged and he struck her in the temple. “Suck it,” he whispered and moved his hips around, beginning to stiffen. Scootaloo did what she was told, trying not to gag on his growing member. He pushed it down her throat. She breathed  through her nose so as not to gag and get hit again. With his cock in her throat he gently thrust in and out, her tongue soft, squishy and velvety, stimulating every nerve in his stallion chamber.

He rubbed his hoof on her clit, pushing down hard, crushing tiny capillaries and bruising her filly vagina. He put his front legs around her neck and choked her. Her eyes were huge with panic as the breath was taken from her. Her heart pounded, her lungs pounded, and her head grew dizzy as she thrashed about with his dick in her throat, gasping for air, until she eventually passed out cold.

Bubba bit her soft velvety ear to  awaken her and she came to with a jolt. She started to cry and scream, tears pouring out her eyes and wetting her entire face. “Stop!” she pleaded, “please stop, please, please stop!”

“Stop?!” Bubba sneered. “We’re just getting started!”

Scootaloo thrashed about violently, causing the ropes around her legs to dig into her fur and  agitate the skin.

She looked at Dash who stood there and watched with no emotion.

Bubba untied one of her back legs and held it up while he penetrated her backside. He plunged into her so hard it winded her and she was breathless. Ruthlessly he jabbed into her, pulling all the way out before ramming back in with tremendous rageful force.

Scootaloo closed her eyes and imagined herself flying away — flying far far away — anywhere but here.

Suddenly he stopped and lay on top of her, his dick still deep in her ass. She didn’t know why he’d stopped; she hadn’t felt him finish inside her. He put his tongue in her ear and worked it into her mouth. He tasted like whisky. He quickly pulled out, untied her other back hoof and yanked her over on her tummy, twisting the ties in the front.

“Now for some of that pussy,” he said, and into her filly slit he violently invaded. “Rub me with that little clit of yours.” He moaned, and pressed up against her, rotating his hips with his dick deep inside. He smiled as he raped her.

Bubba was ready to come and started pounding faster, groaning, licking his lips, breathing heavily, with his tongue in her ear. He turned her over again onto her back again, yanking the rope taut and making her cry out as it twisted tighter around her now crossed front legs.

Bubba pulled out a large knife. Scootaloo started to scream, Bubba just pounding his dick into her with seething anger and hatred, and when he started to come he plunged the knife into Scootaloo’s backside, causing her bowels to empty. She started to convulse and seize — she knew she was going to die at the hooves of this monster.