“Hey, Honey, wake up,” a quiet voice said nuzzling me. I woke up slowly and groaned, opening my eyes to see Scootaloo looking back at me. “Oh, thank Celestia, you’re okay. I was so worried when I found you here.”

“Where am I, we, us… are?”

Scootaloo giggled and kissed me. “I dunno, but you’re in bed and look really cute. Wanna cuddle like last time, or maybe do a little more? We’re alone, I checked.”

I shook my head and felt my mane in my eyes. Brushing silver strands from my vision, I looked around the room and thought ‘gothic’ right away. I don’t know why, but the dark wood lining everything outside the lantern light just made me think I was in some kind of sex dungeon. I prayed I wasn’t, for so many reasons I prayed I wasn’t.

“So, we’re in some kinda mansion and there’s these lanterns,” Scootaloo said hopping to the floor and rearing up to look at one. It highlighted her face and cast a shadow on the wall. She poked the lantern. “But they don’t move. I tried to take this one a bunch of times when I woke up here, then the one in the hallway and the next room, but they’re stuck.

“That’s when I saw you in bed here and woke you up. You weren’t here when I woke up so I think that either we’re both dreaming, or I am and you’re here to fulfill my desires,” she bit her bottom lip seductively and I shook my head.

“No, we’re both here and I’m not having sex with you, Scootaloo. Hey, come sit with me for a second, okay?”

Scootaloo pouted when I shot her down and dragged her hooves to the side of the bed before she leapt up and climbed beside me. She lay on her belly and I rolled to lay beside her and put a forehoof on her foreleg. “Scoots, you know I love you, right?”

“I know! And I love you more than anypony I’ve ever loved in my whole life. There’s no pony I’d want to be my stallion more than you, and I’ll dam your foals and you’ll love me and be with me forever and we’ll grow old and--”

I put my hoof to her mouth. “Stop. Just, stop. Scootaloo, I’m not going to be your colt or stallion. What happened last night… or whenever it was compared to where we are, felt great, but isn’t a sign of love. Sex doesn’t mean love, okay?”

“What? Yes it does, I love you and showed you last night. If you want, I’ll let you show me how much you love me right now. I’ll get ready,” she started to get up but I stopped her by holding her leg down with the weight of my hoof.

“No, we’re not ready. You don’t really know what it means or how it should happen, even,” I told her and my heart started to ache at the desperation I started to see in her eyes.

“Yes, I do. I lay on my belly, you put your hoof on my back so I don’t move too much, you go in and it feels good, then we’re done and take a shower. Then we’re mated and love each other forever…” my heart broke at that moment and I choked on my words. I couldn’t say anything, so I got up.

Scootaloo grinned and started to turn and lift her rump, she flicked her tail aside and parted her wings, like that’s where the sick fuck would have put his hoof to hold her down… I lay on her and hugged her.

“Uh, Snickers, you’re supposed to put your hoof on my back and--”

“Shh, never again. No one will ever hurt you again,” I whispered and closed my hind legs over hers and pressed her rear down with mine. “We’ll keep you safe, and loved, Scootaloo. All your friends, we're family. We're never going to leave you alone.”

She stirred and squirmed. “No, I only need you and your love. I’ll never leave you, and we’ll always be together. You’ll love me, and always be there for me, and I’ll never be hurt or alone again, and…” she sniffled under my body and I started to feel her tremble. “You’re supposed to mate me, why won’t you do what stallions are supposed to do to me?”

I nuzzled her ear. “I’m not a stallion and you’re worth more than that. You’re worth so much more than being mated to a stallion.”

“No… that’s all I’m good for, he told me so.”

I squeezed her upper body with my forelegs and hugged her. “He was wrong, so wrong about you. I’m sorry I didn’t see or know about it before, but, Scootaloo, you’re surrounded by love. Sweetie, Apple Bloom, Rainbow, Fluttershy, me...”

She perked up a little. “ Is this how you take your mares? You said you’ve got lots of experience, is this how you start?”

“No,” I said calmly, “just feel me. Am I hard, or acting sexually? Am I breathing heavily or holding you down so you can’t move?”

“Well, yeah. I can’t move at all,” she giggled. “I like it like this; harder, Master.”

I wanted to buck that stallion right then. “Crawl forward, try it.” I challenged her.

She giggled and obliged. “Okay, I can’t because I’m stuck under you, but…” she fell silent when her forelegs pulled her free with very little effort on her part. She kept dragging herself until her rump bumped by chin. She looked back in surprise. “What’re you doing? Y-you’re supposed to hold me down, I’m not supposed to get away! You’re supposed to hold me down!”

I rolled to the side before she could cock her leg and strike out, luckily she didn’t. Scootaloo sat up and got to her hooves on the bed, walking to me. She leapt at me and landed inverted on me with her tail across my face. She started patting my sheath trying to coax me out, but luckily this was a very unsexy and sad predicament that wouldn’t get the reaction she expected or hoped for.

“C’mon, why won’t it come out?! C’mon, little guy. Let Scootaloo kiss you like a lollipop, a yummy salty lollipop.”

I would find this stallion and torture him.

“Scootaloo,” I said just lying there with her filly parts a tongue’s distance from my muzzle as she tried to sixty-nine me, “I don’t love you like this.”

She patted and tried to massage it out, getting minimal results and becoming more frantic as she tried. “Come out… Snickers, show me you love me! Please!”

The thought and planning of gelding this stallion in jail and feeding him his own raw nuts, fresh from the rusty knife and laced with a touch of cyanide; just enough to torture him, but not enough to kill, was a great distraction. Maybe some anthrax itching powder, or arsenic tea.

I could hear her desperation and I felt her trembling, after about fifteen seconds that became hell for me trying to control myself, she fell flat on me and started to cry. I was able to roll her off and roll over, relaxing myself so nature could take its course and let me flop out, but under myself and hidden against the blankets.

I turned to side with her, gave her a side hug, our hind legs touching was the closest we got back there for a while. “Scootaloo, I love you like a sister and like a friend. I can’t love you like a lover or mate, not yet, anyway.”

“Why?” She squeaked. “Why can’t you love me like he did? He loved me more than any filly he ever had before, he told me so. He wouldn’t lie to me, he showed me his love… I showed him my love, you can be my true love, Snickers… am I really a bad filly for telling?”

I hugged Scootaloo the best I could with my issue below. “You’re the best filly ever. You’re the first filly I’ve ever kissed, the first I felt feelings for, and the only filly I know I’ll fight for to keep her safe from bad ponies that wanna hurt her.“ I hugged her until it went away, then I went belly to belly and held her for all I could until my forelegs went tired. “You’re a wonderful filly and you’ll be a great mare, someday.”

“But,” she sniffled and started to cry again, hugging me back finally and nosing into my chest, “I told and he moved away… the last thing he said was I was a bad filly for telling… I--”

“Shh, you’re not bad. Who’s the most awesome pony in Equestria?” I asked.

Scootaloo snorted. “Duh,” she giggled, “Rainbow Dash.”

“Nope, it’s somepony else,” I said nuzzling my snout into her mane.

“Twilight’s pretty good with magic…” Scootaloo suggested looking up and we backed apart.

“Nope, not even close. The answer is you, Scootaloo. You’re the most awesome pony in Equestria.”

She wiped her eyes with her foreleg. “What are you talking about? I’m nopony, just some filly from Ponyville.”

“You’re the toughest, strongest, most daring filly I’ve ever known,” I told her. “You fight and live every single day to be everything you can be, and more. You have the best friends that anypony could want. You have skills on a scooter that make me wish I could fly, you’re fast, tenatious, full of spirit, you’re cool under pressure and you go for what you want, you believe in yourself and support your friends, you share when you have too much and don’t take when there isn’t enough… you’re awesome, Scootaloo, and you don’t need some stallion mating you to be the filly you are, because you are that filly, right?”

Scootaloo stared at me for several seconds and pursed her lips. I was ready for, and kind of expecting, a kiss. Instead she raspberried and laughed, covering my face with spittle. “Ha, that’s hilarious!” She rolled away and flapped her wings so she landed on the floor in a smooth glide to walk. “C’mon, dork, let’s get outta this place and maybe I’ll show you how to ride my scooter,” she turned and slapped her flank, “but not this one.

“You gotta earn this one, hot flanks.”

I felt my eyes widen and my mind imagined actually riding her scooter with her being in the wagon behind me with the others. Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Silver Spoon. The fact she just made a direct sexual signal didn’t register compared to my little colt mind of riding a real scooter and being taught by an expert.

I got off the bed and ran to the room door, opened it, and stepped out. “Let’s find out what’s the deal with this place, then you can teach me how to scooter and all that!”

Scootaloo rushed past me. “Bet I can find the secrets of the mansion first!”

“You’re on!” I shouted and rushed after her down the massive hallway. My lips missed the expected kiss, but that was an afterthought I knew I’d have to talk with Fluttershy about, not worry about at the moment.

Overall, it was not the start to a vision I’d expected, but was certainly better than I’d ever hoped as a result.

It turned out we were on the third floor of the mansion and the stairs to the second floor were down a couple halls. For some reason it felt familiar, but I couldn’t recall why. I tried to remember something about the last place I was, but all I could remember was seeing a heart on the floor and something about ghosts.

I pushed the thoughts aside and followed Scootaloo for a while, then slowed down when I heard some odd sounds. “Scootaloo, do you hear that?” I asked, but she was far ahead and only slowed to tease me for being behind.

I waved her back to me and carefully, slowly walked to the start of a hallway when she caught up. She was, thankfully, quiet as she stood beside me. “What’s up?” she asked.

“There’s a light moving in there,” I pointed to a door that was partially opened.

“Oh? Cool, maybe they know how to get out of here! Hey, ponies? Can you help us get out?” Scootaloo called and I groaned.

There was a clatter and thump as something hard fell to the floor, like a bust falling over as whoever ran to the door. A stallion stood in the doorway and another right after, both were very ready for action, if their fifth legs were anything to tell about it. “Uh… Scoots, maybe we should go, they don’t look like the friendly type.”

Scootaloo nodded fervently, her eyes looking below them, just like I was. She turned and walked away followed by me, then by the two as they started to chase us. Scootaloo screamed, I screamed, they shouted a battle cry after us. “What was I thinking, yelling like that?” Scootaloo asked.

I didn’t say anything, but the want to both agree and slap her for doing it crossed my mind. We ran to an open room, ducked in, closed the door, and looked for a place to hide. “Under the bed?” I suggested.

“First place I’d look. Top of the canopee?”

“I can’t fly!” I whispered back loudly and pointed to my back.”

“Neither can I. You boost me and then hide in the closet.”

“Why do I get the closet? That’s the second place they’ll check.”

“Out the window!” We both said in unison and ran to the window, opened it, and looked at the ledge big enough for us both to walk along. I climbed out first and kept my side to the wall as I backed up, followed by Scootaloo who slid the window almost closed after her. Again, her rump was in my face, and again I wasn’t even thinking of anything related to that.

Yay me.

We heard the door break open and saw the ponies moving around in the room. “Scootaloo,” I asked quietly, “what if they’re pegasi?”

“They won’t know to look for us here, so be quiet.”

The two tossed the room and shouted about losing us, then ran back into the mansion. We waited for another minute before Scootaloo peeked around the corner and we went back in. “Okay, so there’s two horny stallions running around the place and we’re two little foals that can’t fend them off if they catch us,” I said once we were back in. “Now what?”

“What’re you asking me for? I’m just the brains, you’re the brawn. Can’t you just beat them up like you did Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon?”

“What do you expect me to do? Wait for one to mount me and buck their nuts off? First, ouch. Second, I’m not getting into that position without a huge fight. They’re on this floor, maybe we can get down another floor and out before they know where we are.”

“Okay, but can you take the lead this time?”

“Scoots, you weren’t in the lead. We were racing and having fun, this isn’t fun… this is horrible!”

“Shhh-shush!” Scootlaoo looked into the dark hallway and we waited for a few seconds.

“Let’s go. The faster we move, the faster we get outta here. I don’t know why, but I feel like I’ve done this before, and it hasn’t ended well, yet.”

“That’s a boost, thanks, Snickers,” Scootaloo said sarcastically.

We didn’t wait and ran from the room back to the main hall and kept the path we were taking, running past rooms, large halls, an open terrace to a ballroom, and finally to stairs we descended and ran, literally, into the two stallions. A white stallion with a black mane and a black stallion with a white mane.

They were so familiar, but I couldn’t recall where from. Their horns lit and surrounded us with a golden aura that lit their faces as they leered at us. “Well, well. Looks like we get some fresh meat to sink our meat into.”

“Ugh, you sick fucks can fuck each other and leave us out of it,” I said.

They laughed and the white one grinned. “We were, then you showed up and gave us something new to play with.”

They took us with them down the hall to a room and tossed us in, closing the door behind us. “Wait here, kiddies. We’ll be back shortly for some fun,” the black one said happily from the other side as a lock clicked.

I slammed my side into the door and readied a buck, several, to no avail. All I got was a crack along my hoof for the effort and a limp on my left foreleg when I tried to punch the door.

Scootaloo paced back and forth, searching the room every so often for an escape, but every window was locked and barred, the bed wasn’t an option, the closet’s doors were off, and the scent, stench of stallion spunk was everywhere. I went to the foot of the bed and curled up. “Scoots, I can’t get out. We can’t get out. How’re we gonna get out? I can’t handle this, I don’t wanna have it happen again.

“It hurts, and it’s rough, and they’re gonna keep coming back for me. You heard them, they were into each other, that means I’ll be prime real estate. I’ll distract them, for you. I’ll take them both and you escape, get out of here, save yourself, okay? I’ve done it before, once. I’ll take it, both of them, for you.”

Scootaloo hugged me and I realized I was crying again. Phantom pains of rapes past hurt me, but for Scootaloo, I’d take them both for hours, days, just to keep her from having to go through it. Scootaloo pulled my muzzle up and kissed my snout. “Snickers, we’re gonna be fine. You’re right, I’m worth so much more than just being mated… I’ll take them, you escape.”

“What?!” I shouted. “No, you can’t, you have a life to live; I’ve already died once to get here,” I grimaced. “I wasn’t supposed to say that… but what’s dying inside to keep you alive?”

Scootaloo’s eyes watered and she lightly kissed my lips and hugged me. We both cried for a while. “Snickers, we’re both fucked up. Big time, but you’re the first pony ever, in just a couple minutes, that helped me understand that it’s okay to be broken, because I have great ponies like you to help fix me.”

She leaned back and caressed my cheek. “Please, escape… do it for me, Scootaloo. Get away.”

“No, Snickers… this is my time to shine. I’ve given my heart to you, and I want you to do something for me. When you get out of here, I need you to tell Silver Spoon I don’t hate her. Tell her that I like her, and that if my life wasn’t so messed up, I think I could have been a better pony, one that she’d want to be friends with… maybe more, okay?”

I shook my head and then sniffled loudly. I lowered my head and pulled her close until our foreheads touched. “I love you too much to let you go through with this… you tell her yourself.”

Scootaloo giggled through her crying. “We’re too hard headed to give up, aren’t we?”

I giggled, too. “I guess so.”

“I love you, Snickers. And when we get back, I’m leaving the herd. I have to let you go, I have to do what Rainbow Dash said and get myself together before I find a stallion that will truly love me, or I’ll only keep finding colts that only want my body.”

“Yeah, she’s awesome like that, huh? The whole herd thing was a good idea, but we’re too messed up to be in one. I didn’t even know what they were until a bit ago, I shouldn’t have rushed into it.”

The door clicked and swung open, both stallions were physically ready and the white one grabbed me in his magic, pulling me from the room while the black one giggled and pranced into the room, his thing dangling and swinging with each step as he approached Scootaloo.

“No! Fuck you, take me!” I shouted and was thrown to the floor hard enough to knock the wind from me. I felt a hoof press into my back and something prod my flank.

“Oh, I will,” I heard a lustful male voice say over me before I got a nibble on my ear. I looked into the room in time to see the stallion grab Scootaloo in his magic. She looked at me with a resigned expression and the door shut.

I braced my forelegs and pushed up enough so I could breath. “Fuck you, you sick fuck! I’ll fucking kill you and shove your horn into your eyes! I’ll kill you if either of you touch her! I swear to every god and goddess that you’ll beg me to stop before I’m done with you!”

“Ooo, keep shouting. It’ll keep you nice and tight for when I get my turn on the bed,” he giggled and I felt him poking me through my tail.

Then I heard it, a shrill scream from the room. My blood ran cold and I coughed. My eyes watered as the scream turned into a wail. I started to fight back, weakly as the image of what that asshole was doing to my Scootaloo. My herdmate. My sister in the CmC. I felt like it was over and I fell flat under the weight of his hoof, waiting for my turn to be violated and turned into a sex slave at their whims.

There was a firm knock on the door and the one over me laughed. “Ha, quick! She must be as tight as a dream, huh?”

The door clicked and opened slightly, enough to encourage my stallion to get off me and lift me in his magic. He licked my blank flank as he walked with me into the room and I heard a quiet whimper. I couldn’t look at Scootaloo, how much pain she must have been in.

There was a muffled thunk sound and I fell to the floor. My eyes opened to the horrible sight of blood and I screamed, thinking of what horror had happened to my sweet little filly friend…

“Snickers, c’mon! We gotta go, quick!” I felt something pulling my mane and looked back to see Scootaloo urging me to follow her.

I got up and started to walk past the white stallion and noticed his forelegs under his body, and when I passed him I saw why. And that’s why it’s important to file hooves from being too sharp or jagged. “What…” I started and followed Scootaloo around the hall and back to the stairs.

“Later, we’re almost out! There’s the door, Snickers, we’re almost out!” Scootaloo shouted and I ran beside her, my heart soaring at the prospect of escaping this place. We reached the entrance door and it opened easily, we stepped out into the warm spring air and sunlight and trotted onto the cobbled path.

“Scootaloo,” I tackled her with a hug and she giggled. I kissed her quickly and nuzzled under her chin, resting my head on her chest. Her heartbeat made her more real to me. “What… what happened? I was so scared for you, for both of us. I thought…”

She hugged me tightly. “Don’t tell anypony I was this sappy with you, or I’ll never kiss you again,” she giggled. “When he got me on the bed I got ready like I did when I was little, and then bucked him hard. My hooves are really scratchy so I kinda skinned him and he screamed like a filly,” she snickered. “And when yours came in, I gelded him, I guess.”

My hind legs closed a little tighter. “Ouch, but they deserved it, but still… ouch.” I looked down her body past her belly and teats to her rear hooves and the mess left on them. I wasn’t going to inspect, but I’m sure she did when she intended, and them some. “So… I love you, Scootaloo. Like, I really love you.”

She relaxed under me. “I know, sucks it happened now and not an hour ago, otherwise we’d still be in there, right?”

We started laughing and I held her tightly, my heart full and aching to share all the love I had for this filly with anypony that would accept it.

Hoof steps approached us and Scootaloo shoved me off, both of us getting to our hooves to face the new pony. A grey stallion with white mane. “Who the hell are you?” I asked.

“You… are a conundrum to the balance. The scales must be leveled.”

Scootaloo stepped aside me and the stallion lifted a forehoof and stamped it down, sending me into darkness.

Author's Note

Wow, this was longer than I expected, covered everything I'd had set for Scootaloo in one go instead of several, and that scene at the end I've wanted to write into some story of mine for over a year. I'm pleased I finally did and it worked out exactly the way I'd planned it, save for different characters.

He loved her because the sacrifice she was going to make for him, they both know their love won't go anywhere now for a while.

I hope the chapter meets your expectations and is kinda shocking to your systems while ending in a higher note that won't get me too much flak.

A couple more to go, then Snickers can be a real colt for a while!
School, friends, growth, a bro I'll bring in from another story of mine. Plus more Spike and other friends!