Flyte

So yea. Here I was, not even a day in what I had found out is Ponyville. A single buckin day and 1: I've met the legendary Rainbow Dash, 2: She wants to adopt me, 3: what's going through my mind "WHAT?"

So, as politely as I could without being rude, I replied after my snide comment. "So please explain to me, IN DETAIL why you want to adopt me seeing as how you don't know me. She smiled as she began.

"Well I saw you flying around in the air for like hours! So I thought that you were a really good flyer like myself!" She said, closing her eyes and pointing a hoof to herself flamboyantly. I just stared at her, to shocked to begin to form any real thoughts about this situation. "So I went over to Mayor Mare's office and asked who you were. She said you were a new runaway/ orphan. Naturally, since were kindred spirits I decided to pay you a visit, but once I heard that you were like a dragon/pony I just thought to myself.-"

I stopped listening about then and glanced behind her to see scootaloo's face show utter despair, longing and, pain.

She took it like any homeless fangirl hearing her favorite Flyer was taking in a colt purely because of his features. She ran.

I watched her go as a pit dropped in my stomach, my mind went reeling as my heart ached. I had just lost my only friend, the only pony who hadn't run away in fear.....other than RD.

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Scootaloo felt her heart tear in two as Rainbow announced she was taking in the colt. Everypony in Ponyville knew that Scotaloo was homeless, that she worshipped Rainbow like a little brother worshipped his older brother. Everypony knew how Rainbow paid absolutely no attention to her. She ran until she arrived at the CMC's clubhouse. She ran inside and shoved the door closed.

Her mind was flooded with grief. It was like a fire burning through any sense of reason she had.

"Why, why, why, why, why,why."

She thought over and over again as she curled up in a corner and cried.

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The rest of the day passed in a blur for me. All I remembered was Rainbow showing me the local sights of Ponyville. The spa, the library, the local bakery, a high end clothing boutique, and a small cottage at the outskirts. The sun was going down as we flew up to her cloud house. It was an immense two-storey structure with a fountain outside. She showed me too my room, saying that she would 'show me around' in the morning.

As soon as she closed the door I did something that I recognized only later in my life was a coping mechanism. I autimatically made my way up the side of my bedroom, yes....up the wall....as in vertical. My tail did something weird as well.

Another fun fact about me: My individual hair fibers can harden and bond with other hair fibers creating a solid tail like a dragon's.

I latched out and dug my tail into a jutting cloud piece and hung upside down like a bat while surrounding myself to think. I had been holding it off because usually when something this big comes my way my mind fights. It's kind of like a boxing match.

In corner number 1: Ladies and gentlemen weighing in at Decision Making and Reasoning! MMMMYYYYY Analytical side!

In the other corner: Weighing in at Emotions and justifications! MMMYYYYY Irrational side!

Now I want a good clean fight you two!

fight!

I smiled at the notion as soon as thoughts started flowing through my head.

You already have a father! Screamed my irrational side.

Yes but he was abusive and a monster. Calmly retorted my Analytical side.

But this is a mare that you don't know! Said my irrational side, his voice straining in anxiety.

She's an element of harmony though, and the element of Loyalty at that. Smugly replied my Analytical side.

But she just randomly picked you out because your a hybrid! She just thought you were cool! Like some sort of pet! Shouted Illogical. For his name he made a pretty valid point. Wait a minute I'm naming them? Wow, I really am crazy.

"Low blow!" Shouted the imaginary Referee in my head.

Most ponies look at each other from that point of view. Replied Analytical, his voice icy.

But you still love your father. Said Illogical, his....my voice returning to normal.

That last thought threw my train of thought over the edge. It crashed and burned. Yes he was a monster, yes he abused me, yes he put me through spartan-eque training telling me that I 'needed to be stronger if I needed to survive.' Yes he treated me like an unwanted pet.

"I just wanted to feel loved, I just wanted him to accept me." I whispered, voicing my thought. I felt hot tears falling down my cheek as I choked back my sobs. "I was just born this way! Why doesn't he see that?" I whispered to myself, I just felt like talking it out. I cried into the night, eventually being overcome with sleep. My exhausted form dangling from the ceiling via tail.

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Scootaloo spent an hour crying in the treehouse. Eventually her tears and grief ran out, quickly replaced by an emptiness.

Well, she'll do what she wants to do.

She thought coldly to herself. She got up and stretched, hearing pops as her bones and cartilage snapped back into place. She made her way over to a seemingly random spot in the hardwood floor of the treehouse. She tapped on it with her hoof, hearing a hollow reverberation. She had put a couple things in a false bottom during the Clubhouse's renovations.

She smiled as she smacked it with her hooves a couple times, enough for the latch underneath to give way. She felt around until her hoof closed on a familiar object.

She smiled sadly as she pulled out a picture of her mother. It showed her posing with Rainbow Dash during her years in the Junior Speedsters flight camp.

Scootaloo smiled upon the absurdity of it.

"Heya mom, it's me again." She said, affectionately touching the part of the picture where her mother was. In the photo her mom had put a claw around RD, her beak open in laughter, her brown coat was shining in the sunlight.

That's right people.......it's Gilda

"Been a while hasn't it?" She said to the picture.