Rearing Scootaloo

He got done shopping for everything on his list. It actually went by a lot faster than he assumed it would. Who knew having money would make the choices so much easier?

The first thing he did was go buy some quick drying light blue paint and higher somepony to paint Scootaloo’s new room. He knew her favorite color was blue. He took the pony to his house and showed the room he wanted painted. He left the pony his key and told the guy he’d be back at his store to pick it up later.

After that he bought her a bed, pillows, dresser, desk, desk lamp, and some chairs for the desk and his dining table. He got some replacement clocks. He also got a good step stool, so she could actually reach the shower knob, and a bathroom mat so it was less dangerous. He paid them to deliver it all to him later today.

The next thing he did was buy some buy a heavy Wonder Bolts themed bed sheet. He also bought some Wonder Bolts posters. He searched the market for anything he thinks she might like. He ended up buying sports related items. It also reminded him about the shop he wanted to check out, which he did have time to check out.

Holding his large bag of various balls and pads he stood outside a large dark purple tent with a sign at the entrance that read “Enchanted Items and Enchanting Services.” and another sign below that, that read, “for all your enchanting needs!”

He had a passing interest in enchanting when he learned it was a thing. He was told it was illegal and they seemed very serious about it so he just dropped the issue. Then forgot about it as he had other things to worry about; well that, and he wasn’t particularly interesting in going to jail for owning an enchanted comb or something.

He was curious though, and he fully intended to sate it enough to at least know why it’s illegal. Then again, perhaps not. He doubted this tent would be up so proudly promoting enchanting if it was illegal. Even still, he had yet to see any guards after a freaking invasion from another race or subrace. Only one way to find out.

He stepped inside the tent, “Hello?” he asked as he walked into the dark interior the only light source was a candle. On what he would guess was a table. The light seemed to not even reach the full length of the table despite how dark it was inside. He continued towards the light, “anyone here? Hello!” He yelled.

“Gah,” a female screamed before he heard a thump followed by a lot of something's falling. He couldn’t say what except there was a lot and they were heavy and somewhat small. “Augh~” groaned the same voice.

“Hey are you okay? I can’t see anything, except for this candle.”

He heard some movement, “can you blow out the candle please?” She asked. Her voice was sweet and excitable but clearly recovering from whatever pain she just received.

“I can barely see as it is, I don’t want to-”

“Just do it,” she commanded, “please,” she added.

He couldn’t see how this would help but did so anyways. The moment he did the darkness dissipated revealing the rest of the tent. Two candles with a bluish flame where on either side while a third one was in the back. Her cutie mark was that of a red gem with magic particles around it.

“Oh, what a disaster,” she commented, “I was just testing my newest enchantment,” said a young dark blue unicorn mare with a cute light yellow mane as she rubbed her head still looking down at the mess below. Slightly above her was two wooden shelves each with various sized boxes. On the ground was three larger boxes with various items. They were labeled ‘junk,’ ‘DO NOT SELL EVER!,’ and ‘completed request.’

Most of the boxes in the bottom shelf had tipped over, their contents spilled on the ground. It appeared to be various gems.

James drew his attention back to the candle, which was actually on a wide countertop that also had a cash register on it, and display case below, “So did blowing out that candle turn on those candles or what?” He asked.

“I was testing out a light sucking enchantment for a client. So what you saw was what the enchantment couldn’t contain.” She explained as her horn lit up and a broom and dustpan came to her, “sorry about the-” she began before looking up for the first time and noticing him. She froze momentarily, “m-mess, so how can I help y-you?” She asked as she continued swiping the gems into the dustpan.

“I actually have a question, I was under the impression that enchanting was illegal?” he questioned.

She snorted, “maybe in hoity toity Canterlot, but not the rest of Equestria, as far as I’m aware.”

“Oh, do you know why that is?”

“The nobles in Canterlot believe that it’ll somehow bring down the city.”

“Sounds like you’ve been to Canterlot,” he said with a knowing smirk.

“Ugh, don’t remind me, worst week of my life.”

“I’ll try not to, but can enchanting really bring that city down?”

“I don’t see how, I know of a couple enchants that could potentially interfere with the enchants helping hold the city up, but I think you’d need about forty unicorns to make a dent in those enchants.”

“I suppose even a small chance is a good reason, in my world we can’t use cellphones on airplanes for fear of them interfering with a piece of equipment and somehow causing them to crash, even though it certainly seems like we should be beyond that limitation by now, maybe not, what do I know?”

“What’s a cellphone?” she asked.

“It's a device that lets you talk to anyone from just about anywhere in the world, and a bunch of other things now that they’re basically pocket computers.”

“Interesting, that leaves me with more questions...,” she said rubbing her chin in thought, “umm right, so was there anything I could help you with mister?”

“James Copperback and yes, I was interested in what kind of enchantments you have to offer and how they work.”

“Well, I hav-” she looked blankly into space for a moment, “wait, did you say your world?” She said with an almost creepy grin.

“Yes, but I-”

She let out a squeal of delight and mushed her face between her front hooves, “ohmygosh you’re an alien! Eheehehehee,” she laughed excitedly and pranced in spot like a dog chasing his tail. It never gets old watching ponies be excited about anything.

“... are you done uh, what’s your name?”

She nodded clearly embarrassed by her outburst, “Oh, I’m Sapphire Light it’s a pleasure to meet you James Copperback from a different world,” she finished with a little giggle, “sorry, I'm a huge fan of the Sector 51 comics.”

He blinked, “that’s fine Sapphire,” he said, causing her to grin maniacally at him, “Luckily for you I actually have some time to kill, not much, but some for sure. Now, before I answer any of your questions I want to learn more about enchanting.”

“Oh fine!” she said in clearly mock disappointment, “So what do you want to know?” She asked with an eager smile.

“Well, there is something that comes to mind, for reasons, but do you have any sound nullification enchants?”

She blinked a couple times and brought a hoof to her chin, “kind of…”

“What’s that mean?”

“Well… it’s more of an amplification enchant I use to make hearing aids,” she explained, “but I might be able to make a sound nullification enchant!” She added quickly.

“Okay, what other kinds of enchants do you have?”

“Let’s see there’s...”

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James picked up his keys and paid the pony who painted Scootaloo’s room. He must have stayed at Sapphires shop longer than he intended as all of the stuff he wanted delivered was outside his house in the front yard.

He quickly went to work bringing it inside before setting up her new room. It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if Scootaloo saw all her new stuff sitting on the front lawn. He almost slipped on a piece of paper she had left on the floor while doing so and decided to do the smart thing. He put the various papers and trash on the floor on the coffee table just to be safe, including the fry bag she had yet to even touch. She was going to throw whatever she didn’t want away, or he was going to throw everything on the coffee table away. Including the comic books.

He checked on her room and was glad to see the paint job was professional, and that the quick drying paint was true to its name. He opened the window to air it out.

After bringing everything inside and all of it out of sight of the living room in case Scootaloo and Sweetie ended up stopping by for whatever reason. He went to work bringing things into her room, starting with her unassembled bed frame that he then assembled.

He had to think about where best to place everything. He decided to place her bed on the far left side wall where he entially found her sleeping with all his blankets and stuff. He then placed her desk on the right side wall with chair and plugged in the lamp, which he placed on top of said desk.

He was in the middle of moving her dresser to its spot on the left side next to the door, when the entrance to the house door slammed closed, “Jameeees!,” he heard Sweetie wail out before he heard crying.

He stopped what he was doing and quickly left the room to the hallway. He found Sweetie on the couch. Face and one hoof buried in a pillow as she cried. Hard tears running down her cheeks and onto the pillow, “Sweetie what’s wrong?” he asked as he swiftly approached. Removing herself from the pillow but keeping a hoof to her eye she looked up to him. With her free hoof she pointed to the eye her other hoof was holding and slowly removed it slightly giving him a glimpse of her swollen bruised eye, “let me get some ice for that,” said before quickly doing just that.

His mind raced as he wondered what had happened. That was a pretty nasty black eye. Did she trip and fall on something? Did somepony hit her? Either way, he wasn’t happy at all.

He returned and gently placed a bag of frozen peas on her eye. One of the many things he’d gotten earlier that day. He then picked her up and hugged her, keeping the pack of frozen peas on her eye as softly as possible. She hugged him back as she cried out some more, tears running down his shoulder and back.

After a little bit more crying she whimpered and snuffed her runny nose, calming down, “do you think you can tell me what happened and where’s Scootaloo?” He asked as he set her down next to him on the couch.

Sweetie snorted derisively and frowned looking away, “She punched me and stole my b-bits.”

“Who did!?” He asked loudly. He assumed Scootaloo, but it just made no sense. She was so dead against going back to an orphanage. She just seemed too smart to do something so stupid, not to mention the fact they actually seemed to be getting along somewhat. He just really didn’t want to believe it.

“She said I-” she said about to cry again, “she said I was a spoiled brat, and then-” she gasped and cried out, “and then she punched me and stole the b-bits you gave me. I-I tried to get them back, but I-I-” she began crying again gasping for breath.

He brought her to another hug, “hey, hey, it’s okay. I don’t care about the bits. Who did this?” He asked again.

“Bu-but-” she gasped out, letting out a whine.

“Sweetie all I care about is that you’re okay, now could you please tell me who did this and where’s Scootaloo for that matter?”

She got her breathing under control, “Probable watching ‘Masked Matter Horn,’ and buying extra snacks with the-” she sniffed looked about to burst into tears again.

“Calm down Sweetie. Wait, do you mean Scootaloo did this to you?” She sniffed and shook her head yes confirming his gut instinct, “why?” It really made no sense to him. He felt like he was getting a migraine. She shrugged, and sniffed her nose again. He frowned, “well what were you talking about or doing before she went and did all that?”

“I was telling her about my parents,” she gave a little sniff. He rubbed his chin with an angry frown. He was tempted to go to the movie theater and carry her out. He wondered what she would do now. Would she just run away? If so, he would make sure the authorities knew about her. If only for her own safety, but he wouldn’t go out looking for her himself. Promise be damned. Getting Sweetie to cry, stealing, and hitting her. Well, he was pissed. He needed to do something radical to change her behavior. His mind went into overdrive thinking about how to handle this, provided he got the chance.

He wasn’t going to break his promise if she had the nerve to show up after this. He could threaten to break his promise, but she would just threaten him back and make up a story about how he’s the one responsible for Sweeties black eye. She was assuredly clever enough to do so. It just made him more angry. He asked her to be friends with Sweetie not this, “did any pony see her do it?”

She sniffed and looked in thought for a moment, “I don’t think so.”

“Of course not,” he said rubbing his head in frustration. He let out a long drawn out sigh for what he had to do, “listen Sweetie,” he said caressing her ear with his thumb, “does your sister know what happened?” She nodded no. He figured not as he’s pretty sure she would be here yelling at him, “do you think you could maybe not tell your sister what happened? Tell her you fell or something.”

“Why?” she asked curiously as she held her the bag of peas to her bruised eye and tried to rub her head into his hand.

“Because I promised Scootaloo that I would try to stop something from happening and if you tell your sister how you got that black eye, well, it would make it harder for me to keep that promise, she also-” he was about to tell her about the threat Scootaloo made and how it would jeopardize himself and by extension their relationship. He doesn’t want to find out what Sweetie would do in such a situation.

“She what?” She asked letting the bag of peas away from her swollen eye for a moment.

He frowned at the sight, “it doesn’t matter, so do you think you could keep this from Rarity?”

“Why are you so-so I don’t know, I feel like you’re on her side,” she commented, bringing the bag back to her eye.

“I AM NOT!” He yelled breathing in and out hard, surprising himself with his outburst, and freaking out Sweetie as she ducked away from his hand and looked up to him with fear, still holding onto the bag somehow. “I’m sorry about that,” he apologised quickly and reigned in his feelings as much as he could. She seemed to accept it just as fast because she was back to his hand, “look, it’s complicated Sweetie, but can you please believe me when I say Scootaloo has some tough issues she’s dealing with and that if I have the chance I will make her feel sorry about everything she just did to you if she doesn’t already. So please don’t tell your sister.”

“Okay,” she agreed, much to his relief, “but only because you said it would make things difficult for you. I don’t like lying to my sister.”

He sighed, “I know and thanks,” he said picking her up and giving her a hug. He set her down, “you don’t need to lie though, just say you’ll tell her later or to come talk to me about it.”

“Okay...” she said with a small smile. Then silence for a moment, “soo~ when are you going to get another mare into our herd,” she said wiggling her little rump as her tail swayed while she had a sly smile, still holding the bag close to her eye, “like Rarity.”

He blinked at the change of topic, “just Rarity?”

“Any mare really, I just really really want to see you make” she said seductively with her unobstructed eye fluttering, “my sister happy.”

He really did love her cute squeaky voice, even if it was slightly groovily from her recent crying, “well, she’s thinking about it, not much I can do besides continuing to try and swoon her and potentially losing her interest via giving her too much attention.”

“I doubt that, she loves attention,” she said with a frown.

“Err, well, I did meet a mare today who was interesting, though I don’t know what she thinks about herds and what not…”

“Did you like her?” Sweetie asked.

“Yeah I’d say I do.”

“Ask her out and find out. I want you to be happy.”

“I am happy with just you, you know, but you seem really set on this herd thing aren’t you?” She merely blushed and nodded while still holding onto the bag, “and you really don’t mind if I’m continuously going on dates to get to know more mares to potentially join the herd?”

“The more the merrier!” she chirped bobbing her head, “gah,” she yelped as she bobbed her head into the bag perhaps a little too much.

“Careful,” he urged before sighing, “I want you to be happy.” He said giving her ear a scratch, “so I’ll try to make sure they’re someone who won’t make either of us miserable.”

“Sooo can we have sex?”

“I’d love to but I don’t want Scootaloo walking in on us and I was in the middle of getting her surprise ready.” He explained. He was impressed with how good a mood Sweetie was in.

“Oh,” she said flatly.

“Do you want to see what her surprise is?” He asked.

“Sure,” she said, none of the enthusiasm she had moments earlier was there.

He showed her what he got done so far with Scootaloo’s new room, provided she doesn’t run away, “I was getting her new room ready, it’s not done yet but there’s going to be some Wonder Bolts posters, Wonder Bolts bedsheet, and a-”

“I’m sure she’ll love it,” Sweetie interrupted suddenly and perhaps a little too sweetly, “I’m getting tired, I’m gonna go,” she said before hobbling out of room, bag in hoof to bruised eye.

“Sweetie wait, what’s wrong?” as he stepped out into the hallway.

“It’s just I feel like you care more about Scootaloo than you do me right now, and I know that’s not right but-but you’re doing so much for her and she’s ruining the time we have together. Even when she’s not here!” Sweetie explained, frustration clear in her voice.

He kneeled down to the ground, “come here,” holding out his arms. She came over to him and he picked her up and brought her to a kiss. She was quick to use her tongue and moan into his mouth. Her tongue danced around his. He let his tongue show her how much he cared. After a little bit he stopped kissing her and she lit out a little whine of disappointment, “I know it may feel like it’s been forever since we did it,” he thought better of his phrasing, knowing her, “umm, had sex that is, but it has only been a couple of days. When was the last time Rarity had a special somepony do you think?”

“Uhh, I don’t think she’s ever had a special somepony. It’s why I want her in our herd," she answered after a moment of thought, "I want her to be happy,” she added sounding so innocent and adorable.

“Aww, well if that’s the case then that would mean you might’ve had sex before your sister and she’s older then you,” she looked at him blankly, he gave her kiss on the lips, “what I’m trying to say is that sex isn’t eveything in life and that, if your sister who’s much older then you can wait to have it then so can you.”

“Oh, I guess that makes sense,” she said, “but I really really want you to-”

“I know,” he interrupted before she could potentially swear again, “look how about this, once a week, at least, we will try find a time to have sex. Hows that sound?”

“...I’ll take what I can get,” she said finally.

He set her on the ground, “I’m glad to hear you say that. Not everyone gets what they want, anyways, I think you should head back to Rarity’s I still have to set up Scootaloo’s room before she shows up, if she shows up.”

“Why wouldn't she show up?" She questioned.

"I can't answer that, I'm sorry. Just, please trust me when I say it's for a good reason." He stated.

"I do trust you and don’t worry I’ll tell Rarity I was running and fell.” Sweetie said as she hobbled for the front door, still holding on the bag of frozen peas.

“Thanks,” he said while walking to the door to open it for her, “I’ll see yeah sometime tomorrow.” He said waving her goodbye. She kind of waved back with the bad of peas before hobbling away.

His shirt was wet with tears and sweat so he changed it out. He went back to work, his mind aflame with ideas on how to handle this appropriately.

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James closed all the curtains and had the front door unlocked. Every other escape route was locked. He peeked outside, waiting for a certain filly. He wasn’t sure if he should be surprised, relieved or what when he saw the orange pegasus. He was clenching his teeth though.

He quickly got on the side of the door and waited. It felt like forever, until the door finally opened and she barged in like she owned the place with snacks in hoof. That is until he slammed the door and promptly locked it. He breathed in and relaxed, “have a seat,” he commanded, “we need to talk,” he said calmly while gesturing to the couch.

“Umm, sure.” She said hesitantly, before hopping on the couch, snacks still in hoof. He sat on the couch next to her and took her box of candies and put it on the coffee table, “hey I was eating those.”

“Why did you hit Sweetie?” He asked straight up, completely ignoring her complaint.

“I don’t have to answer that.” She said neutrally.

“Yes you do,” he challenged.

“Oh yeah and what’re you gonna do? Kick me out? Get yourself thrown in jail? I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you!” She got off the couch and began gathering her comic books from the coffee table. Pushing some of the trash back on the ground while doing so.

“I made you a promise and I intend to keep it,” he said, barely containing his anger, “with that said, however, the only way I would break it is for your own safety. Which is to say if you run away I will not hesitate to let everyone know you were here so they have an idea of where to start looking for you, also did I say I was going to kick you out?”

She was at the door with her stuff but unable to open it, “so what I can still live here?”

“Yes, now please take a seat we need to talk.”

She laid her stuff beside the door and came back clearly agitated, “I’m not telling you anything,” she said as came back to the couch.

“Please, just tell me why you hit and stole from Sweetie. Make this easier on both of us.” He begged, he was trying so hard to keep his anger in check.

“What’re you gonna do? Ask me forever? I’ll just give you the same answer. Ground me? Eventually, you’re going to make me go to school and that’s freedom enough. I’ve lived without treats and bits most of my life so I don’t care if you stop giving them to me and I know you won’t stop feeding me if you’re so set on my well being.”

“I can burn all your comic books to ash and make you watch. You seem pretty attached to them.”

She frowned, “I don’t care, I doubt you’d let me have them if I was grounded anyways.”

He couldn’t believe her because she was right, “So you think you got it all figured out? That you have me beat? That you’re okay living here with nothing to do all day, that sounds like jail to me.”

“It’s better than the orphanage!” she yelled.

“You need to tell me why that is. Just tell me why you hit Sweetie.”

“Not happening.”

His eye twitched and he ground his teeth, “Fine, I tried to give you a way out. So tell me, do you know what corporal punishment is?”

“Bttt aha,” She laughed, “you’re gonna send me to a military boot camp? That actually sounds kind of cool.” She exclaimed. He picked her up and placed her across his lap, “hey what are you doing?” She yelled as he easily held her down.

“Corporal punishment is physical punishment, do you know that means?”

“Let go of me,” she yelled as she struggled to get free.

“It means, I’m going to spank you," he informed.

Her attempts to escape doubled and her tail shot down tightly against herself, “you wouldn’t dare! I’ll tell them you hit me and it wouldn’t be a lie! LET ME GO!”

“Are you gonna talk to me?”

“SCREW YOU!” She screeched as she struggled every way she could.

“Well then, as you would say, not happening.” he said coldly.

With his free hand and a little bit of effort he grabbed the base of her tail and pried it away from her butt, exposing her privates to the air. Her tail was constantly trying to escape his hand. He handed off her tail to the other that was pinning her down, “DON’T!” Scootaloo yelled as she continued her struggles.

Now with his hand free once more he looked to her unprotected rear. It was significantly different than Sweeties. Where Sweeties holes were inconspicuous and almost hidden. Scootaloo’s were boastful and proud. Her fur suddenly stopped and the darker shade of the orange skin that made up her privates began, almost even protruding but not quite. Scootaloo’s asshole was basically a true ponut. It wasn’t wrinkly but did have a few deep smooth creases comparable to waves of the ocean. It was pretty much the same size as Sweeties though despite the clear difference in appearance. Her vulva was pristine, sealed, and hard to ignore.

He noticed all of that within two seconds, despite not really intending to. He guided his free hand to her bottom and lined it up so he wouldn’t accidently hit her pussy. He honestly wasn’t sure about spanking a pony because their butt cheeks or whatever were much more narrow and less pronounced than humans tended to be. He also wasn’t taught anything about it while he trained to be a royal foalsitter, which also means he hadn’t done it yet. Despite desperately feeling some of those brats in Canterlot needed a reality check. Actually, the so called adults needed one as well.

*Smack* “Gah!”

He gave her a fairly hard hit and she seemed to not like it as she continued her struggles, “Are you going to talk now?” Her buttocks seemed unchanged.

“LET GO OF ME YOU JERK!”

*Smack* *Smack*

“All you need to do is talk and I’ll stop,” he explained. This time around he could see her posterior was getting ever so slightly a little red.

“Let me go or I’ll-”

“You’ll what? You’re not in any kind of position to make demands.”

“I-I’ll give that spoiled brat another black eye!”

*SMACK* *SMACK* SMACK* ~

“Staahhhpppp,” Scootaloo wailed as he came back to his senses and noticed the filly he was holding was crying loudly and unabashedly with her wings outstretched. His hand was raised for another go, he let it go slack and looked to her thoroughly abused backside.

A moment later, he realised just how hard he’d been hitting her. Her entire postier was red even her pussy was red and slightly puffy as he must have hit it accidentally when he lost control. Her rump looked soo sweltering red hot he could’ve sworn he saw steam coming off of it. He couldn’t believe it but he actually was seeing steam coming off of it, “oh my gosh, Scootaloo I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to go this far,” he apologized.

“I GAHAHAH HA-HATE YOU!” she managed to screech out while still crying uncontrollably.

He did the only thing that came to mind. He picked her up and brought her to a hug. She tried punching him but in her state all she managed was wildly swinging a hoof on his shoulder which he used to make it a better hug. It was a little different with her outstretched wings in the way, but manageable.

Her tears ran down his back as he sat there waiting for her to calm down. He held her close, “I’m sorry,” he apologized once again after she seemed to be a little bit more in control of herself.

“Gahaaha le-aha let goaa aha of me!” she cried out.

“Not until you see reason.” He said as he gave her what he hoped would be a comforting squeeze. Her cries and muffled complaints eventually died out to sniffles, and it seemed like forever to get to this point. Her wings also settled in.

“Stop,” she sniffled, “just stop.” Her voice significantly more gravelly than usual.

“I did stop.” He said.

“No you didn't. I’m not-” she began and cried out a little bit, “I’m not-” she cried out even more.

“You’re not what? Sorry? Going to say anything?

“No,” she cried out, “I’m just a useless pegasus. I’m not-” she breathed in, “I’M NOT WORTH ANYTHING!” She yelled out before letting her head fall on his shoulder and going slack, as if she shutdown.

He gave her a squeeze hoping to comfort her, “why would you say a thing like that?”

He was met with silence, outside of her nasally breathing.

“I’m going to hug you until you tell me what you meant because I can tell you right now, that is NOT true.” After what seemed like another forever she finally spoke up, “what was that?”

“My parents didn’t want me.” She sniffed, “the-they tossed me in a dumpster like trash when I was a foal,” she explained, “I don’t even know my birthday. Not like it matters. It would’ve been better if I stayed there.” She added. James couldn’t believe his ears.

“No, it would not have,” he responded. He was beginning to feel angry again, but not the kind born out of frustration. This was righteous anger.

“YES IT WOULD! Be-because instead I got to watch the others ge-get adopted into happy families while I was never even-” she sniffled, “even given a chance.”

“That can not be true,” he said more to himself than her.

“IT IS! No pony wants a useless garbage pegasus that CAN’T FLY!” She sniffled and he could feel new tears running down his back again.

“That makes no sense, why would that stop any pony from adapting you? Earth ponies and unicorns don’t have wings.”

She sniffed, “because you need to be able to fly if you live in Las Pegasus, I would’ve just been a pointless burden to any-anypony du-dumb enough to adopt me," she said her voice going up some octaves near the end as she fought the need to cry.

He was beginning to get the picture and he didn't like it at all, “What’s stopping you from flying?”

“Tha-thaumic detere-” she breathed in, “deterioration disorder. It somehow messes with my wings,” she explained.

How come she was never brought to a different more land based orphanage if that was the case? This was something he intended to have fixed. So something like this never happened again. He then recalled something that happened just earlier today and it made perfect sense to him right now, “wait is that why you like my version of the pinky promise better?”

She sniffed, “uh huh.”

“How did you get to Ponyville?”

“We had a field trip to Manehattan's Museum of Art or whatever. I ditched them and took the train. I ended up here,” she answered much more calmly but her voice was still hard.

“Why did you give Sweetie a black eye and steal from her?”

She let out a resigned sigh, “She complained about how her parents were never around and that sometimes she felt like she didn’t have any. Right after she got done telling me about how great they were, it just-” she breathed in and out, “it just made me angry. Wha-what are you going to do with me?” She asked with some fear in her voice.

“Do you feel sorry about what you did to Sweetie?”

“I-yeah…” she admitted looking down in shame.

“You know, I have a surprise for you that I think you might like…”

“You do?”

“Yeah, let me show you,” he said before gently setting her on the couch beside him. He got up and walked towards her new room, “follow me,” she didn’t. She just kind of limped to the edge of the couch, “do you want me to carry you?” He asked looking into her blood shot eyes.

“No,” she said before leaping off the couch onto the living room floor. “GAH!” she screamed in pain, almost agony, as her hind legs gave out closely followed by her front hooves from lack of concentration. It was a horrific scene. Fresh tears began spilling. Her tail was raised away from her rump as she laid on the floor.

“JESUS! Scootaloo, let me see if I have anything that can help.” He quickly ran to the bathroom and got his medical kit. He got the pony equivelant to Ben Gay. He returned finding the filly in the same spot and position wiping her eyes, “do you think you’re able to stand?” He asked as he approached.

“I can- ga-” she cried out trying to stand up, but simply falling back down.

He sat down next to her and put her across his lap once more, “Here, this stuff should help with the pain,” He said as he showed her the tube while uncapping it. He put a sizeable dolope on his index and middle finger before he realized exactly where he was going to be putting those fingers.

Her tail was already a good distance away from her rump which gave him a decent view of things. The thing was he needed an even better view if only to avoid giving her more pain, among other things, “does it hurt to move your tail?”

“A little.”

“Do you think you could lift it up for me so I can put on this stuff?” He asked showing her the stuff in question.

Her tail lifted out of the way and once again he got to see her abused backside. It was no longer steaming so that’s something, but it was still red hot. He lowered his two fingers to the base of her tail and started there. He slowly and methodically applied the gel to her postier, “eh,” she sounded as soon as he reached her ponut. Her tail went down on his hand causing him to accidentally apply more overall pressure than needed, “pshh,” she breathed out.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked in concern as he swiftly removed his fingers.

“N-no it’s just really cold and slimy and I guess it does sting a bit,” she answered.

He applied more of the gel to his finger and sent them back down, “could you lift your tail again?” She did so and he decided to get what passes as her butt cheeks before going for her more exposed bits.

“Mm, that feels nice,” she said as he applied the gel over cheeks, “aa,” he must have touched a particularly sensitive spot because her tail shot down again, “OW,” which in turn put more pressure on said spot.

“Sorry, your tail kind of gave me no choice,” he apologised removing his hand, “do you want me to hold your tail so that doesn’t happen again?”

“I-I guess,” she answered. With his free hand he once again applied some gel before sitting the tube on the ground and gently yet firmly grabbing her tail. He finished what little there was left of her buttocks before he moved his fingers back to her ponut. The second the gel touched the soft skin of her plump little asshole, at least when compared to Sweetie’s, her tail once again tried to shoot down, “Gah that’s so cold,” she complained. Once he was done with that he moved to the finale thing he needed to do. Her pussy lips were clearly a victim of his uncontrolled spanking, “gaah that stings!” Her tail once again trying to escape his hand.

“I know, I’m almost done,” He acknowledged, as he continued his gentle decent down her tight looking lips. She sucked in a breath as his slimy fingers fondled her hyper sensitive skin, likely trying to hold back her involuntary noises of pain, he assumed. He didn't want to think about the other thing it could be.

He had hoped he would’ve had enough ointment to finish this off but the fur of her buttcheek soaked up a considerable amount more than he anticipated, “hold on a moment I need a little bit more,” he said releasing her tail and grabbing the tube before applying what he felt should be enough to finish this off.

He grabbed her tail again and began from just above where he left off.

Slowly and gently he went downwards, ignoring the little sounds of displeasure she made. That's all it was. There was no hints of pleasure in it all, or at least he told himself that.

“Ehhhmmm!” she complained as he reached the bottom. She was clearly trying not to get defensive by the fact her wings were trying to stand out again and she was clearly trying to make them not do so.

“I’m done,” he said releasing her tail which went back to its position rather raised away from her rear, “are you feeling better? Is it working?”

“It still stings but a little less. I feel the air, it's wet and chilly." she answered.

"What about your tail? does that still hurt to move?" He questioned.

"Kind of," she said her tail moving around a little bit, "but not too much, so I guess it’s working.”

“Glad to hear it,” he said gently picking her up, “so do you want to see that surprise?”

“Ye-” she yawned, “-ah.” It was late for someone her age after all. All that crying she did took up a decent chunk of time.

“You know what, close your eyes, I don’t want to give you any clues,” she did so. He carried her to her room and struggled to open the door for a moment. Once it was open and he turned the lights on he held her away from him kind of at an angle so he could see her face better, “Okay, open them!” She looked around confused, “this is your own room," he explained, "I pretty much spent all day getting it ready for you, what do you think?”

“I-thanks,” she said in a resigned fashion looking down sadly.

“Did I forget something?”

“No, it-it’s perfect. I just…” she sniffed, “I want a family, I want somepony to tuck me into bed and read me a story. I want somepony to ki-kiss my boo-boo's away, to tell me everything will be okay and say that they’re pro-proud of me,” she said calmly as a couple tears ran down her cheeks, “I feel like that’s never going to happen now, and I hate it.”

“Hey Scootaloo, I don't like having to say this to you, but life isn’t fair," he commented.

"I know that far to well," she informed.

"I suppose you would, but did you know I’m not even from this world?” She lazily shook her head no, “then let me tell you that being involuntarily whisked away into another world sucks. I don’t think I’ll ever see any of my family again, and they'll probable never know what happened to me.”

“Oh, that sucks," she said weakly.

"It just happens, some people get the short straw, and I know you have it bad but others have it worse, also, who says I can't tuck you into bed and read you a story? I may not be the parent that you want but that doesn't mean I can't do those things for you."

"Really?" She exclaimed, her ears perking up as she looked to him, "you would be my parent?"

"I-I didn't mean it that way," he stuttered.

"Oh," she said neutrally ears drooping a little.

"What I meant was those are things anyone can do. In fact that's what I did as a foalsitter. Let me prove it," he said kneeling down and gently tucking her into her new bed, "is their any kind of story that you like?"

"I-I don't know."

"I think I know one you might like. I'll be right back," he quickly went to his room and got a book the few colts he foalsat seemed to like. He turned on the lamp and off the main lights under her watchful eyes.

"Could you leave the lamp on for the night?" he nodded yes maybe with a questioning look, "I-I'm scared of the dark," she provided. That explained why he's been finding his living room lamp on. He didn't peg her as someone scared of the dark, especially considering he found her asleep in this very room with no lights on.

"I'll get you a night light, but I guess the lamp will have to do for tonight," He got on his knees next to her and made a show of opening the book, "There once was a-"

…

Sometime near the end of the of the story Scootaloo fell asleep but he kept reading it till the end. She laid there sleeping peacefully. He couldn't resist but to give her forehead a innocent kiss. He could've sworn she seemed more at ease after it, or his mind was playing tricks on him.

One thing was for sure, if she wasn't feeling at least a little better by tomorrow he was going to take her to a hospital to make sure he didn't screw up royally. On top of that she needed a shower as she was starting to smell again.

He silently left her room and went to his. Thinking of 'royally,' he set his alarm clock early as he had no idea when Celestia could show up, 'morning' means many different things to different people and she supposedly lowered and raised the moon and sun. He'd rather not keep her waiting. He knows she's constantly busy and missing their little get together because he was sleeping in was an unacceptable outcome, especially when he had no real job obligations.

He switched out his shirts for the second time because of filly tears and got on his bed. He got comfortable before closing his eyes. He tried to get to sleep but all he could think about was what Scootaloo had told him. He had a hard time believing that dumpster babies were a thing in this world. He wondered if he should inform Celestia about such a grievous oversight. It was a long night before his mind got some rest.