Chapters Fly Away, Sweet Scootaloo
Scootaloo looked around and crept cautiously from the bush. She made sure, absolutely sure, that no pony was around — anypony who might see her. She'd just watched Rainbow Dash bid farewell to her friends and fly away to her home. She was in awe of Dash's effortless performance of flips and dives in the air as she ascended into the sky.
When she was confident there was no pony around she slowly walked over to the dark spot on the ground where Dash had just urinated. Scootaloo had been following her for quite some time and noticed she’d peed on the ground. This was not something Dash did all the time but training so far out of town, with no toilets around, it happened occasionally, and Scootaloo took advantage of the situation. It was fresh, she thought, and she bent down and smelled the wet earth. A shudder went through her body, warming her privates. Beyond the smell of the ammonia in the urine, Scootaloo could make out a faint but legible whiff of Rainbow Dash's pussy. It was intoxicating — to her it was the best thing in the world.
She thought about Dash every second of every day. Unfortunately the cyan Pegasus didn't even seem to know Scootaloo existed. Besides, somepony of her stature would probably never hang around a little twerp like her. So Scootaloo followed behind her hoping one day she might say “hello”, or “could I get you a milkshake?”, or “could I kiss you?” but until then the best Scootaloo could get was the occasional treat of smelling her urine.
She bent her head down and took a long, slow whiff. That shudder came again. She got that funny feeling in her privates — kind of a cramp, a good kind of cramp — a warm pulse in her vagina. She held her breath, capturing the sweet aroma and holding on to it as long as she could, releasing with a sigh.
She stood over the spot until it was dry, then she rustled up the dirt with her hoof in an effort to release more fragrance. She hated herself that the only thing she had in life to make her happy was a spot of urine.
Holding the scent fresh in her memory she went to the clubhouse and lay down. Her tummy grumbled. She sat up on her flanks and then started rubbing between her legs with her front hoof before starting to work it inside. It felt amazing. She wondered what Rainbow Dash's pussy was like up close. What it looked like, smelled like, felt like, and tasted like. She licked her lips. She moaned as she fantasized.
Scootaloo imagined lying Dash down and spreading her legs apart. She would lie on top of her and kiss her on the mouth, gently biting her lip and inserting her tongue into the older pony’s mouth. The thought of having Dash's spit on her tongue sent her heart racing. She would move her lips down and kiss the mare’s nipples, then move to her anus. Scootaloo would put her tongue in Dash's anus, then move to her vulva which she would suck like a lollipop. She would kiss the vulva and move her tongue inside her wetness and lick the walls. Scootaloo envisioned sucking on Dash's clit, slurping and swallowing her marecum.
Then she imagined Dash doing it to her. She rocked back and forth with her hoof deeply inside her. Her clit was throbbing, the wetness dripping down her leg. She opened her legs wider and moved her hoof in a circular motion, ripe for climax.
As her orgasm came, she felt the blow of a powerful hoof on the side of her head. Her foster father, a massive Belgian Draft named Bubba, had struck her with such force she flew back and slammed against the wall. “Get your hoof out of your cunt!” he roared. Humiliated, Scootaloo tried to get up, but was defeated by another powerful blow. “I’ve been looking for you for an hour, and guess what? Here you are again with your hoof in your plot! It’s no wonder nopony wants to adopt you — nopony is ever going to want a freak-show like you. Now get UP and get HOME”.
Scootaloo obeyed, and started down the clubhouse ramp. Bubba pushed her and she fell. He kicked her in the ribs.
Scootaloo ran home, terrified, with Bubba at her heels. When they arrived home he ordered her to her room. Once inside the dark, dingy room, he pushed her up against the wall, face first. He brought a hoof down on her back so hard it caused her legs to splay and she wheezed when she hit the floor. Her chin made a popping sound when it connected with the floor.
Bubba kicked her back legs apart and lifted up her buttocks. He thrust his huge, hard cock into her anus. Her small dry hole wasn't accepting him as easy as he wanted so he rubbed her vagina for wetness and used the lubrication to ram inside her. A tear tried to squeeze out from Scootaloo’s eye but she quickly fought it back. She wanted to cry but she didn’t want to give him an excuse. A tiny squeak escaped her and Bubba smacked her across the face. "Shut the fuck up!" he hissed.
It took a few hard thrusts before he was completely inside her. Once he had penetrated her sphincter, Bubba stood perfectly still, reveling in the moment. Her tight asshole felt so good, squishy and soft, wrapping around him like a glove. Scootaloo stood perfectly still as well, her little heart racing a million miles per second. She knew from past experience to do whatever he told her to, and to not move unless he moved her. He just stood there, frighteningly still, his dick deep inside her ass.
He put his hooves on her hips and thrust in two or three times, then stood still again, eerily still, with his eyes closed. Her tight little ass was so young and pure. He kept doing this — he would grunt and thrust two or three times quickly, smacking her on the flank, and then stand still again, trying to prolong his pleasure, and prolong her pain.
He grunted and pushed forward, so that she almost fell over. That had happened once before and the outcome had not been pretty. He had beaten her so badly she couldn’t see for three days.
“What were you thinking about?” He asked in a whisper, and ran his hoof down her back. It was a rhetorical question, and she didn’t dare answer. “What you thinking about when you had your hoof in your cunt? You thinking about me, hmm… you thinking about me?”
He popped his hoof her under her chin and her teeth clacked together. He rammed a few times, not daring go too fast lest he came early. Scootaloo was careful not to breathe the wrong way — he would beat her for that too. He began to rhythmically push in and out, moaning. He slipped his front hoof round into her pussy and he rubbed it so hard the delicate skin tore and started to bleed.
He pounded into her a few more times and again, and smacked her on the flank. She accidentally let out a squeak, earning her a busted lip. He thrust inside, the tight friction of her ass made his dick throb and he started to pound faster, nearing climax.
A drop of blood from her lip spattered on the floor. “You fucking whore,” he roared, and knocked her across the temple. “Now you messed up the floor!”
He held onto her hips and started to pound into her hard, his balls slapping against her body. Scootaloo could tell he was getting ready to come. She hated this part the worst. He grabbed her little wings and pulled on them like he was holding reins. He pounded her brutally, pulling on her wings, bending them back, smiling an evil smile. He was near climax and was fucking her as fast and hard as he could, yanking on her wings and pulling her back.
The sound it made when their fur slapped together aroused him intensely. He pulled his cock out half way, then rammed it back in, then out, in, out, and with all his strength, back in. He nearly knocked her over when he came, she made certain not to let his dick fall out until he was finished, she braced herself and held fast. He cried out when he blew his load and his body shuddered. With a satisfied grunt he pushed up against her and with his cock still inside he pushed her up against the wall. “Mmm, that’s nice,” he whispered, and pulled out.
He pushed her away and she fell forward face-first into the wall. She curled up into a little ball and wrapped her purple tail around her, hiding her face, and tucking her wings in as tightly as she could.
“You little cunt,” he growled, “look at the mess you made on my dick!” He walked over to her and stood over her like a storm cloud. He grabbed her tiny head in his hooves and tried to put his now limp dick into her mouth. She turned her head away and down came another hoof on her back. That blow sent a shockwave through her body. Bubba grabbed her head, and pulled her up to his now limp dick. “Clean it up!”
Scootaloo had no choice. She gagged when she took it in her mouth — it felt like a rubber snake in her mouth. She licked it reluctantly and Bubba smacked her in the back of her head. “Clean it UP!” Scootaloo took the whole thing in her mouth and sucked on it, moving it back and forth from cheek to cheek, massaging it with her tongue and tried not to gag as she swallowed blood, cum and her own feces.
Satisfied, Bubba put a hoof on her forehead and pushed her away. He stood over her and looked at her with dark, frightening eyes.
“What happens here, stays here,” he said. “If I find out you opened your trap to anypony, I WILL BEAT YOU TO DEATH. Got that?”
“Y-yes.”
“Yes… what?”
“Y-yes… sir!”
He turned to leave.
“B-Bubba?” Scootaloo squeaked
“What is it?!”
“C-can I please have something to eat? I'm hungry, I haven’t eaten since yesterd--”
“You just did.”
Fly Away, Sweet Scootaloo
Bubba closed the door and locked it behind him, Scootaloo hung her head and cried. She was sobbing long, deep sobs that shook her whole body. She went over to her bed- a pile of ratty blankets thrown on the floor. It hurt to walk, it hurt to lay down, hurt was all she knew any more and she was physically and mentally exhausted.
She lay down and cried herself to sleep. It had been two years since her parents died, but she could still remember her mom's sweet voice singing her to sleep. She could still feel her dad blowing raspberries on her tummy. He would NEVER do to her the things that Bubba did, in fact he would beat him up.
The next morning Scootaloo awoke to her foster mother, Beatrice, gently shaking her to wake her up. Scootaloo obediently jumped up out of bed, groggy from sleep. She noticed that Bea had a brush in her mouth and Scootaloo wondered if she was going to get beaten with it. She was pleasantly surprised when Bea started to brush her. Neither of them said anything to each other. Scootaloo was enjoying the long, soft brush strokes on her neck and down her back. "That feels good," she said. Bea brushed a lot of dead fur out, then untangled her mane and mop of a tail. She sprayed something on it to make it soft and silky, Scootaloo felt like Princess Cadance. To her surprise Bea hugged her.
Beatrice was much less abusive than Bubba. She still had her bad days, but Scootaloo figured that Bubba treated Bea in much the same way he did to Scootaloo. What hurt her the most was that she knew Bubba was inappropriate with her and yet did nothing. "Come with me," Beatrice said, and Scootaloo obediently followed her. She was taken to the living room and given another hug. "Good luck," Bea said and led Scootaloo into the living room.
There was a young couple waiting for her. Scootaloo was greeted warmly and they even stood up when she came in! Her tummy became full of butterflies. "Scootaloo," Beatrice said, "this is Lenna and Matthew. They are looking for a filly your age to adopt. Scootaloo almost peed… she couldn't believe this! They were PERFECT! She beamed. Lenna was a stunning white Pegasus with a golden mane and tail and Matthew a handsome Black Stallion. She reminded herself not to do anything stupid.
Lenna greeted her with a soft, kind voice. "Hello." She said. Scootaloo tried to say hello and sputtered and quickly told herself that no pony will want a filly who stutters.
Scootaloo was invited to come in and sit down. She was nervous — Bubba didn't allow her on the furniture — and was apprehensive but sat down on the corner of the couch. Lenna smiled at her. She had a pretty smile.
"HI Scootaloo," she said in a soft voice. Scootaloo hung her head and said hello.
"How old are you?" Lenna asked.
"I don't kn-know."
"When is your birthday?"
"I don-don't know."
Hmmm, Lenna thought, was her birthday not important to her foster parents?
"Scootaloo," she began, "isn't there a day that's a special day for YOU, a day where you get a cake and a present? The day you were born?"
"N-no maam"
"What do you like to do for fun?"
"I like t-to do tricks on my sc-scooter. And I like to f-fix stuff."
"What kinds of things do you like to fix?"
"B-bikes and sc-scooters and stuff."
"Are you in Ms Cheerilee's class?"
"Y-yes. maam."
"Do you like her?"
"Yes, maam."
"Scootaloo what other things do you like to do?"
"My f-friends and I h-have a club."
"A CLUB? What kind of club?"
"The cute-cutie mark crusaders."
"Oh, Scootaloo, that's cute. What do you do in your club?"
"We tr-try to get our cutie marks."
The three of them talked for awhile longer about this and that, here and there, and when Scootaloo's hour was up, Lenna told her that they had a few more fillies to interview and they would get back with her. Scootaloo knew that meant no. Why would they pick her over anypony else.
Lenna was already in love with this precious girl. She was so sweet, and her little voice was so soft and charming, but she could tell that this little filly was inundated with sadness.
"Scootaloo can I give you a hug?" Lenna asked
Scootaloo smiled. "Y-yes, maam."
Lenna bent over to hug her and noticed that when she raised her hooves, the little orange Pegasus flinched. The two hugged, and Scootaloo closed her eyes. A tear fell down and splattered on the floor. It felt SO good to be hugged. What a rare treat this was. She imagined what it would be like to be hugged every DAY.
Lenna noticed that Scootaloo was thin, very thin. It was difficult to tell just by looking at her but upon actually feeling her, her ribs were exposed something awful and her little bones stuck out everywhere. Lenna pulled Scootaloo close to her and held on tight. She thought she heard the filly crying.
Suddenly there was a ruckus coming from the kitchen. Scootaloo heard Bubba out there — he should have been at work. Beatrice specifically timed this meeting for when he would be gone… somehow he had found out about it and had come home to stop it. He sauntered into the room and put on his charm. He looked at Scootaloo with an evil grin and she was afraid. He introduced himself as her guardian.
"So you are interested in adopting Scoots here?" he asked.
"Yes," Lenna replied, "we like her a lot."
"You know she stutters, right? Half the time you can't understand a word she's saying."
"We can work with her, we WANT to work with her."
"She has quite a few mental issues as well. She LIES, first of all, and also… she runs away. A LOT. She goes off to play silly filly games, and I don't mean kid games, if you know what I mean?"
Lenna looked down, uncomfortable. Scootaloo's heart sank. Bubba looked at her and her heart skipped a beat. "Go to your room," he told her and nodded toward her bedroom. He followed her down the hall and locked the door behind him.
Bubba took the young couple outside and Scootaloo looked out her tiny window to try and hear what was being said. Bubba told them all about her wings, how there were too small and would most likely be an enormous financial burden in the future. "Before you go and start to feel sorry for her," Bubba said, "just know that she is VERY well taken care of here. In fact we are starting to think of her as our own daughter. Maybe deep, deep down, I love her and don't want her to go."
Scootaloo stomped her feet, "NO!" She yelled, "NO NO NO!" She tapped on her tiny window with her hoof. Lenna looked up and Scootaloo put her hoof on the window and looked at her with pleading eyes. Matthew and Bubba shook hooves and the young couple began to walk away, Lenna looking up at her. Scootaloo could hear Bubba's hoofsteps coming down the hall. She cried, knowing what was coming.
The door flew open and he was on her in an instant."What the fuck do you think you're DOING?" he growled. "You are NEVER going to get adopted — never! WHY would any pony want YOU? You can't even fly, you 'll never get your mark, the only thing you are good for is pussy, and lately you're not even good at THAT." Bubba walked over to her and put a hoof on her neck. "Now come over here and give me some of that tight filly ass."
"NO!" Scootaloo yelled. Spit flew out of her mouth and landed on Bubba who became furious. He grabbed her by the head and twisted her neck, forcing her hindquarters close to his growing member.
"NO!" Scootaloo yelled. With all her filly might she bit and kicked and squirmed out of his grip and busted out the door. She ran down the hall and slipped, skidding through the kitchen on her flank. She quickly got up and flew out the door hoping to catch Lenna and Matthew, but they were long gone.
Bubba was on his way after her, but he'd been drinking and his reaction time was significantly slowed. She ran as fast as she could, knowing that if he caught her it would be bad — real bad. She wished she had her scooter. She could get a lot further a lot faster if she had her wheels. But she did not, so she ran with all her might. She buzzed her little wings in a mad attempt to fly. Her youth contributed to her being able to outrun Bubba, and her wings gave her added propulsion.
She ran blindly for a long time; she ran until her whole body was covered in white foam; she ran until she collapsed. Her heart was beating fast and hard. She found shade under a maple tree and lay down panting, trying to catch her breath. She collapsed, exhausted, crestfallen, humiliated , disappointed, angry.
She thought about Rainbow Dash. She wondered what she was doing right now. She would've given anything — anything at all — to live with Dash. But you can't give anything when you have nothing to give.
Fly Away, Sweet Scootaloo
Scootaloo woke up as the sun was setting. It had gotten cool. Scootaloo realized that she was out in the middle of nowhere and that she had no idea how to take care of herself. Her tummy growled — she was so hungry. She looked around for a minute then buried her head in her hooves.
Then she heard it — a voice — not just ANY voice, mind you, this voice was divine — the voice of Rainbow Dash. Scootaloo gasped — she was coming this way! Rainbow Dash was galloping through the meadow, leaping up in the air athletically, doing flips and dives in some kind of game with two of her friends. She ran right past Scootaloo, her hooves thundering on the ground. Scootaloo made herself as small as she could. Rainbow Dash seemed to look right at her several times but if she saw her, then she didn’t pay any attention. Then their eyes met and Scootaloo’s heart skipped a beat.
Dash did a double take. Yes that WAS a filly lying under the tree! She motioned for her friends to continue on, and cantered over to Scootaloo.
Scootaloo was so nervous she couldn’t breathe right. She nearly had a panic attack. Rainbow Dash tucked in her massive wings and walked over. She stood before Scootaloo, majestic and compelling — big, powerful, graceful, the picture of perfection. Her cyan fur glistened in the last few rays of Celestia's setting sun; her muscles rippled beneath her fur; she was athletic in build and very strong. Her beautiful rainbow mane glistened like liquid silver. She was a sight to behold.
“Hey kid,” she said.
Scootaloo choked. She couldn’t even talk.
“You ok?” Dash asked.
“Y-y-yes maam.”
Dash tilted her head to the side and looked at the filly. “Really?”
“Y-yes.”
“What are you doing out here by yourself? Where are your parents?” Dash looked around.
“Th-they died.”
Scootaloo watched as Dash sat down next to her. She smelled so good; she had been sweating, and a light breeze blew the intoxicating scent right over to Scootaloo. It wasn’t a sour smell but rather a sweet smell, like a lilac. “What are you doing out here all by yourself?” Dash asked, “and what happened to your lip?”
“I f-fell.”
Dash put her hoof under Scootaloo’s chin and looked into her eyes. Dash’s eyes were soft, kind and understanding. Scootaloo felt a massive weight lifted off her shoulders. Dash continued, “don’t start off by lying to me, kid. A filly your age doesn’t belong out here by herself… and I know that you don’t get a busted lip like that from falling. So what happened to you? You can tell me.”
Scootaloo began to tremble. “He-he said if I told anyone, h-he would beat me,” she squeaked, her eyes welling up with tears.
Dash’s eyes met hers. “No offence, small fry, but he’s already beating you. Who is he? Who’s doing this to you? Talk to me.”
“B-Bubba.”
“Who’s Bubba?”
“My f-foster dad.”
“You got a name, kid?”
“Scootaloo.”
Dash had an enlightenment. ”Hey,” she piped, “aren’t you the kid with the scooter?”
Scootaloo’s eyes lit up. ”Yes, that’s me!” she beamed.
Dash put her wing around the little Pegasus filly. “Where’s your scooter?” she asked.
“B-Bubba broke it. I tried to fix it but it was in too many pieces.”
“So now what do you plan on doing?”
“I don-don’t know?”
Rainbow Dash stood up and stretched out her enormous feathery wings. “I’m house sitting for a friend in Cloudsdale. They have an extra bedroom. How would you like to come hang out with me tonight?”
Scootaloo nearly fainted. “Y-yes maam.”
“Ok kid… first things first. Don’t call me ‘maam’. Ok? You can call me ‘Dash’. Got that?”
“Yes ma… yes.”
“Ready?”
“Y-yes…”
“Lets go!” Dash opened her massive wings and looked at Scootaloo and winked. She jumped and took off. Scootaloo jumped up and buzzed her little wings, hoping that by some miracle she would be granted flight and ascend with her counterpart.
No such luck. She plummeted down and hit the ground face first. She stood up and shook herself off, humiliated. Dash came down and landed next to her. “Can’t fly yet?” she asked.
“N-no.” Scootaloo hung her head. “I’m s-sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry! Come on, I’ll give you a lift.” Dash bent down onto her knees and motioned for Scootaloo to get onto her back. Scootaloo climbed on and wrapped her front legs around Dash’s neck. “Ready?” Dash asked.
“Y-yes.”
“Okay, Cloudsdale, here comes Scootaloo!” She looked back and winked.
Dash pushed off with her powerful back legs and ascended. She flapped her elegant wings and rose like a majestic bird in flight. Scootaloo buried her head in Dash’s neck, afraid to look down. They were climbing fast. Scootaloo took in a deep breath. Dash smelled so good. Oh, Celestia, she smelled good!
Scootaloo pressed her body as close to Dash’s hard body as could be. Her muscles rippled underneath her damp fur. Scootaloo was aroused. She opened her legs and moved her hips around on Dash’s neck. The movement of Dash’s wings under Scootaloo’s ass was driving her insane. She was wet, and with Dash’s sweat underneath her, it made for one incredible ride. She pressed her clit against Dash’s powerful neck and the sinewy muscles stimulated her pussy. It started to throb and pulsate for more. Dash’s muscles underneath felt independently alive, quivering and twitching all over Scootaloo’s throbbing pussy. She moved her hips in a circular motion; her clit was reaching out for more. Talk about a pony ride!
Dash’s jerky movements upon landing caused Scootaloo to orgasm, she writhed in passion as she rode Dash’s neck and kicked her like she was a rodeo horse. She almost fell off. “You ok up there?” Dash asked. Scootaloo was speechless, her vagina pulsating.
“Y-yes,” Scootaloo gasped, her head swimming. Dash bent down and let her dismount. Scootaloo stumbled when she got down but righted herself.
“This is the way to the house,” Dash said, and led Scootaloo down a path lined with flowers and shrubs. It was a beautiful house, the path was lined with quartz crystal which illuminated with a million tiny rainbows when the moonlight hit it. She wouldn’t have expected anything less of Dash’s friends.
Once inside the house, Dash led her to a cozy room with a big fluffy bed, a TV, and a huge window with a view of Canterlot down below. Dash bowed. “Your room, madam,” she said. “You can freshen up in here. I’m going to take care of something for a minute and I’ll come get you straight after. Okay?”
Scootaloo nodded. She couldn’t believe this. Was she REALLY in Cloudsdale in a house with Rainbow Dash? Yes, yes she was. She sat down on the bed. She couldn’t even remember what it was like to sleep in a fluffy bed. It was luxurious. “Rainbow Dash?” she asked.
“Yeah kid?”
“Th-thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Dash winked at her.
On her way out of the room Dash started shaking her head. “That’s funny,” she mumbled to herself, “my neck feels sticky.”
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.
Fly Away, Sweet Scootaloo
Scootaloo heard a faint voice and felt someone shaking her. "Wake up Scootaloo! WAKE UP! Wake up!" She jolted awake and started crying. Dash was there, gently shaking her. Scootaloo was trembling so bad her teeth were chattering, her purple eyes stricken with terror. "Wake up," Dash said, "it's okay kid, it was a dream, it was just a dream. It's okay now — I'm here now."
Scootaloo started to cry harder and held out her arms. Dash wrapped her wings around her and held her while she sobbed. Dash stroked her mane with her hoof and gently rocked her back and forth, like she was holding a newborn. "You're okay now," she whispered. "He's not here, Scootaloo, it's just me — I'm here now."
She imagined what horrors this kid was exposed to on a daily basis. From the way things looked, Scootaloo had witnessed things every day of her life that most ponies go their entire lives without ever seeing. Dash held Scootaloo for the better part of an hour and just let her cry, her sobs soft and steady, turning what had been frozen for a long while, into a river of tears. Neither of them said anything, they just sat, Scootaloo holding on to Dash with all her strength.
"Do you want to come sleep with me tonight?" There was no answer, only a tighter hug.
Dash carried her into the other bedroom and with Scootaloo still trembling, she gently lay her on the bed. She started to step away and Scootaloo cried out and held out her arms, terrified. Dash kept one of her wings on her as she went to the other side of the bed and climbed in next to the traumatized filly. She vowed to herself that Bubba would never hurt her — or anypony else — ever again, and that Scootaloo's abuse would stop now. Dash held her tight until the little pegasus finally fell asleep, and kept holding her until she fell asleep herself.
Scootaloo awoke early the next morning before the sun was up. It took her a few moments to realize where she was, but once she did she snuggled in as tight as she could, revelling in the comfort and serenity of the surroundings. Rainbow Dash was right next to her, her arms and wings wrapped around Scootaloo like a blanket. Scootaloo couldn't get close enough to Dash. She watched Dash sleep. She listened to her soft, steady breathing and watched her chest rise and fall with each breath. She put her face next to Dash's mouth and felt her breath on her cheek… it was warm and soft. Scootaloo put her nose on Dash's lips and inhaled her breath.
The delicately sweet aroma sent Scootaloo's drunken hormonal desires into overdrive. She felt that shudder again in her privates and her pussy started to quiver and demand attention. She licked her lips as she worked her hoof inside, commencing the journey to self satisfaction.
She put her mouth near to Dash's and savored each and every tiny puff of air that was released from the blue pegasus. She gently put her lips on Dash's… oh, Celestia, how sweet did her lips taste! Scootaloo very gently nibbled on Dash's lip and and tiny drop of her spit fell down on Dash's lower lip. Scootaloo licked it up and sighed, closing her eyes as she savored. She licked Dash's lips. Silently and feather like Scootaloo ran her tongue from Dash's mouth down her neck, her chest, stopping at her nipples to caress each one with the warmth of her tongue. She moved down, past Dash's stomach and to her loins. She gently moved one of Dash's legs to the side, revealing the treasure between them. Scootaloo was breathless — she wanted it so bad. No pony made her feel the way Dash made her feel. No pony brought out such a strong desire to be touched as Dash did. She wasn't sure why she felt this way about Dash, but she knew she wanted her; she wanted Dash's body beside her in the throes of passion.
Scootaloo was breathless. Her little head fit perfectly between Dash's legs. With her tongue she found Dash's anus and, closing her eyes, she licked the pegasus' hole. She licked all around the outside, kissing it and pressing down her tongue on it, and then put the tip of her tongue inside. Her body jolted with lust. She moved her tongue around inside Dash's anus, and she worked her hoof farther inside her own pussy, searching madly for her G-spot.
Dash moaned and rolled over. Scootaloo waited until she was still again, then returned back to Dash voluptuous female organs. She nuzzed her head back in between Dash's legs and located her vulva. Ever so gently she took the bulb in her mouth, pressed her tongue down and slowly moved it around inside her warm mouth. She licked all around the outside of Dash's pussy and then stuck her tongue inside. It tasted amazing, sweet and musky. She stuck her tongue all the way inside the slippery slit, locating the swell of her clitoris, which she gently bit and nibbled, arching her back while working herself into a frenzy with her hoof.
When she hit her G-spot she arched her whole body back, crossed her eyes and furiously rubbed her clit, pushing down, pulling out, grinding her clit with a fury. She buried her face in Dash's pussy, wetting her face with Dash's marecum. Scootaloo was ready to cum. Moving her hoof lasciviously faster and faster, she climaxed explosively and writhed, her whole body and mind overtaken by passion as her clit throbbed and pulsed and felt like it was turning itself inside out. She furiously sucked and lapped up Dash's wetness as he tried to recover from the strongest orgasm she'd ever had.
Dash woke up and sat up in bed, groggy, confused, angry.
"What… what are you DOING?!" she shouted.
Scootaloo's head was still swimming. "I..I..." she stammered.
"YOU… you WHAT?! YOU WHAT?!"
Scootaloo was humiliated. She thought Dash would've liked what she was doing to her. "Scootaloo, I TRUSTED you!" she yelled.
Scootaloo hung her head in embarrassment. "I'm s-sorry," she whispered, "I have f-feelings for you I don't underst…"
Dash got up and spread out her wings and shook, like she was trying to shake something off. "I can't believe this!" Dash shouted. She glared at Scootaloo with angry eyes. Scootaloo felt afraid and backed up. Dash raged, "I can't believe I trusted you 'My foster parents are mean to me'". She imitated Scootaloo's voice. "'I need help, I ran away because they were hitting me'," Dash lamented.
"Rainbow Dash, I'm so s-sorry," Scootaloo cried.
"So did you PLAN all this? Was this in Scootaloos' big PLAN to get me in BED? Is Scootaloo even your real name? Who are you, really?" Dash was furious and she had begun pacing around the room.
"My name is Scoo-Scootal…" Dash got right in her face and Scootaloo cowered down, afraid that Dash was going to hit her.
"SO," Dash yelled, "so you think that just because your foster father does this to YOU, that you can just do it to any other pony?"
Scootaloo wilted like a dying flower. Tears filled her eyes. She felt a sick feeling in her stomach. "N-no," she said softly, "NO… no, I'm so s-sorry, Rainbow Dash."
She took off and ran out of the room and out of the house, galloping away as fast as she could, down the crystal path, crying, humiliated, and hating herself. Was she no better than Bubba?
Dash closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall. Oh, sweet Celestia, what have I done? she asked herself. She started after Scootaloo, who had a pretty good lead on her. Dash yelled for her to come back but Scootaloo kept on running.
With all Dash's strength and might she tried to catch up to the little orange pegasus, but she just couldn't catch up to her. She screamed when she saw Scootaloo reach the edge of Cloudsdale.
"Scootaloo, NO!" Dash yelled, "STOP!" But Scootaloo didn't listen — she jumped off the cloud city and instinctively buzzed her little wings, but to no avail. She plummeted down to Canterlot, slamming into the ground.
Fly Away, Sweet Scootaloo
A group of ponies saw Scootaloo falling and gathered around her, aflutter with talk. Dash landed clumsily next to her, tucking in her wings, her heart pounding with worry. Scootaloo was badly hurt. Dash could tell she had broken her legs, and from the way she was positioned, it looked like her back was broken too. There was blood seeping from her nose and mouth. "Damnit, squirt!" she wailed, "why would you do that?"
Scootaloo looked at her with scared eyes. "I- I- I'm sorry, I really did it this time, didn't I?"
It felt like hours before the ambulance came and they whisked here away, with Dash beside her. Clouds were beginning to build.
Dash paced nervously in the waiting room for almost four hours, cursing herself, angry at herself for reacting poorly. She hadn't had to yell at Scootaloo, or bring up her foster father. Damnit, Dash, damnit, damnit, damnit. This is all my fault. If only I had reacted differently, Scootaloo would be okay.
Finally the doctor came out and asked Dash if she was Scootaloo's mother. Dash hesitated for a minute and then confidently said, "YES." If the hospital thought she was Scootaloo's mother, it would be impossible for Bubba to call and locate her.
Scootaloo had to have emergency surgery. Three of her legs were broken, her left wing was broken and two of her ribs had broken too. One of her ribs splintered and tore through her lung. The impact snapped her spine in two. She would never walk again. Right now she was heavily sedated. Dash went to her room and sat down beside her. It was dark and quiet, and the only sounds were the breathing machine and heart monitor. Scootaloo was all bandaged up with her back leg raised in a pulley. Dash brushed her wing over Scootaloo's face. The filly fluttered her big eyes and smiled when she saw Dash. "Hey kid," Dash said.
"Dash, I'm s-s-sorry," Scootaloo whispered through tears, "now what did I do?"
"Don't worry about it, these things happen."
"Am-am I ever going to walk again?"
"WALK? Who needs to WALK? Especially when you have ME here to teach you to FLY! AND you could have an awesome, so cool, one of a kind, all-electric scooter to get around on!"
"So… so no."
Dash looked at her. "No, kid. The doctor says probably not."
Scootaloo let her head hang down, her eyes torpid.
Dash spoke up, "But you'll be ok Squirt! I'll be here to help you every day!"
Scootaloo just stared blankly.
The nurse came in and straightened blankets, fluffed pillows, took vitals and administered her pain medication. Scootaloo took the pills in her mouth and Dash noticed that she started coughing into a napkin that was under her pillow. The pain was unbearable.
* * *
Matthew and Lenna had felt that Scootaloo's life was in danger and had insisted the adoption process be spurred on. The adoption agent granted the request and expedited the process, and in only a few short hours Scootaloo was the official adopted daughter of Matthew and Lenna Bridleton. The adoption agent as well as two police officers escorted them to Bubba's house to pick up Scootaloo.
Bubba answered the door.
"Were here for Scootaloo," said one of the police ponies.
"She's not here," Bubba replied, indifferent about the whole situation. Seeing Matthew and Lenna standing behind the police, he called out, "I told you, she runs away ALL the time." He was wearing a shit eating grin. Matthew wanted nothing more than to beat this horse to death but knew it would affect the adoption.
The police ponies looked around the house, inside and out, and informed Bubba that his foster duties had been relinquished and that as soon as Scootaloo returned he was to bring her to the police station.
As they were all walking away, Matthew looked back at Bubba with eyes that could kill. Bubba smirked, "Too bad you didn't get to her first," Bubba whispered, "now you just get the sloppy seconds." He winked at Matthew and slammed the door.
Scootaloo was nowhere to be found. Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom didn't know where she was. Cheerilee hadn't seen her. Fluttershy said that Scootaloo sometimes helped her feed her animals, but she hadn't seen her today. Everyone they could think of was called. They looked everywhere and anywhere and finally called the hospital. Nothing. The only pegasus pony who was admitted was the daughter of Rainbow Dash.
* * *
Dash sat with Scootaloo all day. Neither of them talked much, if at all. Scootaloo slept a lot. Dash brought her some cookies and a milkshake, but the little pegasus just couldn't hold them down with all the morphine in her system. Dash came to visit her every morning and stayed with her until the night. She sat by her bed — most of the time not a word was exchanged, they just sat in silence, Scootaloo holding on to Dash's hoof. Scootaloo liked to watch cartoons and that sometimes made her laugh a little. Dash noticed that the little filly never complained about anything.
The next morning before Scootaloo was awake, Dash went out to pick up a surprise for her: a custom made, all-electric scooter with hoof buttons to steer it in any direction. It was a beauty! It was black with chrome trim and Dash paid to have Scootaloo's name written on the side in fancy lettering.
Dash wheeled the scooter into the hospital and when she arrived at Scootaloo's room she noticed that the light was shining through the window to the hall. That was a great sign, Dash thought, that meant that she wanted the curtain open and that meant her spirits were lifting. Dash wheeled the scooter in and said, "HEY squirt! LOOK what I'M going to teach you to ride!" and noticed her bed was empty. That was an even better sign! That meant she had been moved, that she was improving enough to move to a different floor.
The nurse noticed her looking around quizzically and took her to the lobby where she told her to sit down. Dash suddenly felt sick. The doctor came out and sat down next to Dash, putting his hoof on her knee, before telling her what she had already known. "Scootaloo died this morning."
"WHAT?!" Dash shouted. "What? What do you mean… she DIED?! I was just here last night, she was FINE! What do you mean?! You must have her mixed up with another patient!"
The doctor explained to her that Scootaloo hadn't taken her pain medication for three days. She'd been spitting them out in a napkin under her pillow. Earlier that morning she'd taken the fatal dose. She'd died peacefully.
"Can I see her?" Dash asked, grief-stricken. She was taken to a quiet room where Scootaloo was lying, covered in a white sheet. Dash broke down and sobbed, hugging her and holding on to her lifeless body. Scootaloo's tortured life was no more. Dash was going to ask why… but she knew why. Scootaloo found a way out and took it.
Dash moved the blanket from over her head. Scootaloo looked peaceful, the most relaxed she'd ever looked since Dash found her. Dash put her wing around her. The doctor came in and handed her a piece of paper. "We found this next to her bed," he told her. Dash opened it up and read the scribbling,
Dear Rainbow Dash,
I'm sorry I made you upset. I'm sorry I hurt you. Please don't think any of this is your fault — it isn't. I just can't stand to hurt anymore. I miss my mom and dad so much, I want to be with them again. I hope you can understand, and I hope you can forgive me. Please tell Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom that I said goodbye, and thank you for being my friends. I am going to miss them. I am going to miss you the most, Rainbow Dash. That night I spent with you was the best night of my life. Please know that when you're reading this, I am happy again. I'm with my mom and dad and all my pain is gone, and I can run again and I can fly. Goodbye, Rainbow Dash. I love you.
-Scootaloo
Dash let the paper fall to the floor and she sobbed. She put her head on Scootaloo's body and wrapped her arms around her, and cried for hours.
Finally feeling able to leave, to deliver the news to Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, she started to cover Scootaloo with the sheet and saw it — she had to do a double take — she couldn't believe what she'd just seen! Scootaloo had finally earned her cutie mark! Dash brushed her wing over the mark. It was true, it had come — it was a little pegasus filly with the wings of an angel, hugging a purple heart. A brave little angel.
Rainbow Dash left the hospital and ran until she collapsed. With the rain falling soft and steady, she looked up into the sky. Today heaven received a brave new angel — a little orange pegasus with a purple mane and big lavender eyes.
Fly away, sweet Scootaloo.
