Rumble. The airheaded, slick, naive sort of pony, who's too tough to hang out with the girls and too wussy to hang out with the boys.

Scootaloo, the ballsy, brash type, who, along with her three friends, is guaranteed to raise hell at any opportunity in the quest for her special talent.

And Scootaloo wants Rumble. And Scootaloo will have Rumble, whether he wants to have her or not.

Here, have some Rumbleloo, which is another pairing I feel needs more love (read: actually decent fics, not the crap I find when I search for Rumbleloo).

Current plan is twelve chapters, updates when I get off my lazy behind and write another chapter in caffienated ecstasy.

Enjoy the show.