Flyte

You might be asking yourself; how is this possible? how does this guy have bat wings?

Simple really, my father was a unicorn and my mother was a dragon. Now, since these are two different types of species, you are now asking yourself; how is that even possible?

Again I have to say, simple; An amniomorphic spell. My father and my mother wanted a child so bad that they used a spell to shape me within my mother's womb.

Now, here is an interesting fact; a dragon lays eggs. A foal MUST be birthed. My father told me that my mother died from Abdominal Shock, obvioulsy her body couldn't handle my birth.

I was born amidst a pool of my mother's blood and my father's tears.

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For the first time in a while I slept soundly. A sweet dream of nothingness. Feeling the sun on my face as I came up from my slumber. With my eyes still closed, I rose from the bench and arched my back while flaring my wings.

I heard a large gasp and I snapped my eyes open......to be faced with a crowd of shocked ponies. Instinctively I snapped my wings to my side in fright. Surrounding the bench were a group of Bucks and Mares staring at me in apprehension.

I heard murmuring as they started talking amongst themselves. I was still in shock when suddenly, I heard loud snoring from my right. I looked over to see an orange filly my age sleeping on her back, her left hoof dangling over the edge of the bench and her right hoof rubbing her stomach. I smiled and asked, momentarily forgetting my surroundings.

"Who's the kid?"

I realized my error as the murmurs grew. Suddenly two large stallions wearing blue police uniforms made their way to the head of the crowd and towards me.

"Hey kid, mind if we speak with you?" Asked one, his voice faltering as he stared into my eyes. For my part I just shrugged and said "lead the way."

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Scootaloo dreamed of dragons. She dreamt that she was flying amongst them. Scootaloo had always admired dragons, everypony else hated them claiming that they were horrid creatures. Scootaloo saw them as majestic creatures, capable of utter destruction yet not doing so. Keeping to themselves as they lived through the years.

She awoke to the crowd their murmurs were now a dull hum, words running into each other. However she did make out some whispers.

Did she really sleep with....with that thing?

I knew she was trouble! No wonder her parents left her.

I heard he paid her to sleep with him.

Scootaloo heard all of this but by now she was used to it. She arched her back and yawned as she dispelled her sleepiness. The crowd was also dispersing, eager to get on with their individual days. She jumped off the bench and made her way to school.

On her way there she ran into a group of colts.

"Hey Scootaloo! We heard you were sleeping with a mutt!" Shouted one, his name was glutton. She felt her face heat up as she blushed.

"Haha! Told you that she slept with him! I heard my mother's friend say that he paid her!" Shouted another, his name was candied apple.

They started singing a risque song about scotaloo in a tree. Scootaloo for her part just ran past them and sighed.

Ponies had gossiped about her behind her back for as long as she could remember. They gossiped about everything about her, from her tomboyish attitude to her sleeping habits, to her personality.

She had become numb to it over the years and now smiled when she caught the whispers. As she approached the schoolhouse she could hear others talking about her in harsh whispers.

She smiled a bit to herself as she thought

My friend the rumor mill, how good it is to see you again.