Scooter Learns to Fly

Scooter couldn’t really remember when she was supposed to be able to fly anymore only that she was becoming less sad and more angry about the fact that she couldn’t. All winged pegasi anthros typically start flying at a very young age. She just turned fourteen and she had still never been through the sky on her own wings before. This abnormality led me to start researching Pegasi physical flight therapy when he first met Scooter and her friends.

I brought them all over one weekend to surprise Jackie, Clare, and Dashie. Annabeth was Jackie’s sister, Belle was Clare’s sister, and Scooter was Dashie’s adopted sister. Scooter was an orphan and Dashie was always Scooter’s hero, so Dashie just looked out for her. Three years after that weekend I had basically mastered the subject of Pegasi anthro wings. Just in time too because Dashie and Scooter came through the door and Scooter was not happy.

“It’s alright girl, you’ll get it next time,” Dashie said encouragingly. Everyone was sitting in the living room waiting for them to be done trying to get Scooter airborne. It was practically midnight.

“No I won’t, if I haven’t now I never will,” Scooter said in her usual miserable tone of voice. There was a dark bitter edge to it this time though.

“Hey come on, you’re still only thirteen. We’ve got time to figure this out,” Dashie tried to help.

“No we don’t there’s no time because I haven’t improved since we started five goddamn years ago.” The whole room was silent, Scooter was a tomboy sure, but she also had a heart of gold. To hear her curse was unheard of.

“Hey come on now,” Jackie started.

“No, I’ll just figure out something a light boned earth anthro could do because that’s all I’ll ever be good for. I might as well just cut off these goddamned wings because then I wouldn’t even be able to get my hopes up about not being stuck on the ground for the rest of my FUCKING LIFE!” Scooter shrieked sprinted out of the room and into the bathroom.

Everyone, but Flutters and I looked after Scooter while we looked at Dashie. She stood there for a moment petrified before her tough resolve crumbled too. She fell to the floor crying while trying not to pull out her rainbow hair. One by one the others left to try to console scooter while Flutters held Dashie between her cleavage . . . her wonderful cleavage. I picked up a book on anthro pegasi wings that I had been reading and worked on a theory. I needed wing pins and a lot of them.

“Uh Michael, can you help us. We’re not having much luck,” Sparks asked desperately. I snapped my book shut and went into the bathroom.

“GO AWAY!” Scooter shouted. I grabbed the nape of her shirt and threw her over my shoulder. “Hey let me go!” she yelled beating against my back. I took her into the garage, set her on her feet, and slapped her across the face as hard as I could. She looked at me astounded and her tail wound between her legs in fright. “What are you going to do?” She asked.

“I’m going to hurt you. I’m going to break you and beat you and stab you,” I answered honestly. New scared tears formed in her eyes,

“Please, I-I got enough of that in th-the-” she started.

“And when I’m done you’ll be able to fly like Dashie,” I said as if she hadn’t spoken.

She was silent and confused, “What?” She asked skeptically.

“Dashie has been too easy on you and she doesn’t know the first thing about new flight,” I said.

“Of course she does, Dashie is the best flyer in the world,” Scooter said proudly.

“I said new flight, Dashie was first airborne as an infant like most pegasi anthros. What was your infancy like?” I asked. She thought and her eyes were a little dark.

“I don’t remember, but I sure as heck wasn’t flying,” she said.

“Did you even have the space to?” I asked.

The light completely left her eyes this time, “No.” I sighed fearing for what her childhood must have been like. I walked over to Flutter’s cupboard and Dashie’s work box and even Sparks’ trunk. I pulled out a grand total of twelve dorsal, primary, and anterior wing pins. These were used on anthros with wings to inhibit their flight to make their muscles, bones, and tendons stronger something that would never work on birds considering how different the wing structure was. Most can’t even feel them going in because their muscles are so conditioned and even if they did it would only tickle or itch a little. I’d never seen any of the girls use them except Sparks one time, but even that was brief. They all owned them because they last forever.

I laid the pins out in front of her on a workbench, “Do you know what these are?” I asked. She shook her head, so I explained to her the best way I could only knowing how they affected the average winged Anthro.

“Oh cool so I won’t even feel any pain,” she said.

I pursed my lips, “there’s no guarantee of that, most who use these only use them to fly stronger and and faster. It’s a little like rubber bands around your wings, but since you’ve never flown before your nerves are more exposed, so I don’t know what it will feel like. Eventually after enough time you’re wings and body will grow a tolerance to them and by that time you will be flying,” I said.

Her eyes widened, “Seriously, I’ll do it then we can start today,” She said reignited that beautiful fire in her eyes.

I sighed, “No, we’ll trust and comfort train for a few weeks. For this to work you’ll have to trust me and be comfortable with me more than anyone else.”

Her jaw hit the floor, “A few weeks?” She asked incredulously.

“What did you think that was going to happen over night? I don’t even have a hundred percent of an idea what’s wrong yet. You have to be so used to me that we’re finishing each other’s sentences. It’s a process, but it ends with you flying,” I said putting my hands on her shoulders.

She nodded, “Okay, I’ll go tell the girls,” she said.

“Don’t tell them everything just tell them I’m putting you through physical therapy. I’ll explain the rest.” When we got to the living room Scooter went to Dashie and gave her massive hug.

“I’m sorry sis, I didn’t meant a word of it,” she said into Dashie’s neck. It was comical really, Dashie was barely taller than five feet so Scooter was this itty bitty thing. Scooter turned around, but Dashie kept her arms around Scooter’s collarbone. “So uh, Michael’s going to be my physical trainer?” She asked.

“No that’s Dashie’s job, I’ll be your Physical Therapist,” I said.

“Wait is she injured, is that why she can’t fly?” Dashie asked.

“You don’t have to be injured to need Physical therapy Dashie, I’m guessing her muscles have atrophied,” Sparks asked.

“That’s my best guess, I’ll have a better idea tomorrow. You need to sleep if we’re going to do this though,” I said.

“I can’t sleep right now, I’m too excited,” Scooter complained. Flutters smiled and took Scooter’s face in her hands, “We’ll see about that,” she said in a sing song voice. When Flutters sang a lullaby you almost felt obligated to sleep. They left the room and I checked the kitchen for a few things. Plenty of meat and milk, lots of oats and bread . . . and Bacardi 151. I was going to need the last thing for myself if what I thought was going to happen happened.