Magic Mike

Cold water wakes me from my dream. I open my eyes reluctantly and see Fluttershy still on my chest. Wow...I lost my virginity...and she's not a human...but she...she wanted to do it...she desires me. It hits me with force: a Pegasus I just met yesterday is in love with me and I'm in love with her. I don't know what it is - her self-demeaning manner, her cute looks, her soft voice, her attractive giggle, or the fact that she gave me her virginity and took mine - but I love her.

“Fluttershy?” I call, shaking her slightly. She stirs, waking up and looking into my eyes with happiness. I smile back and say, “Thank you. Thank you for falling for me. I mean, I was only doing the right thing back home. I'm not trying to turn you away, but I would have done it to anybody. You just got lucky and snagged me.”

“But that's what matters. I have you now. You have me. I don't care what anypony says about us being together. I love you, you love me. We deserve to be together. Yes, we did something we shouldn't have until we were more mature, but...I just care too much. I couldn't let it slip through my hooves like Philomena's ashes,” she whispers to me.

She uses her tail and whacks the water valve off. She continues her previous train of thought by saying, “You told me that they all tortured you because you don't chase the girls. So I knew that I would have to take the initiative if I wanted you. I never could choose myself somepony to be with. There was always too much wrong with them. But you...I can't see anything wrong with you...except that you aren't a pony.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, but I guess love doesn't care what shape you come in, just so long as you love it.” She giggles and pecks my cheek.

“So...should we keep this our little secret? Or do you think we should at least tell Twilight? I mean, she is my friend...and this is going to be a very big deal. I mean, you're only a virgin once. I just want you to be safe.” She grabs my neck and hugs me. “I don't want you getting hurt because I decided to be a slut and sleep with somepony I barely knew.”

“Would you stop downgrading yourself like that? You're a beautiful mare that deserves love. You're the first girl I've said that to and meant it more than just because it was obvious. I said it because it's how I feel and you'll always be beautiful to me, no matter what,” I coo.

“Awww! You're so sweet!” she squeals. “I can't let you go now! I need you too much! You lift me up when I'm down! Please, Mike, stay with me forever.”

“I will. I promise you I will.” I pull her off me and add, “Come on, let's go see Twilight. Our love can't stay secret.”

“Okay.” She gives me one last peck before climbing off me and shaking herself dry. She spreads her wings and flaps them dry, one by one. She steps out and I stand up, wringing out my hair and shaking the excess water from my body.

I lift my clothes and throw them on, not even bothering to try and style my hair; it falls naturally into place. We walk out and into the main room, where I sit. A small grumble leaves my gut and she looks at me.

“So, what are you hungry for?” she asks. “No, wait. I want to surprise you.” She disappears into a room off to the side and soon the smell of pancakes begins wafting through the air. If I'm correct, they're going to be blueberry.

“Oh, God, she's cooking for me. A woman that cooks because she wants to. One more point on her scoreboard...” I hoot to myself.

I remember my bag's in the bedroom, so I retrieve it, returning to my spot on the floor once I have it. I reach in and yank out my laptop. I start it up and open up Microsoft Word and start a new diary entry.

To those who read this,

It's September eighteenth. Yesterday, I was brought to a strange place after meeting a girl. When I showed up here, she was no longer a human. She had become a pony and, for some inexplicable reason, we've fallen in love with each other. The time is...

I check the clock on the desktop before resuming.

The time is eight twelve AM. A few hours ago, Fluttershy (the pony) and I had sex in the shower. After passing out momentarily, we woke up and now she's making me blueberry pancakes. I don't know what it is, but each passing minute, I feel closer to her. Each passing second, I love her more. I don't know why I'm in love with an animal, but she's different. She's a sentient being. She knows what's going on. If I was back home, I'd go to jail for what we did, but it seems there's no law against inter-species relationships here.

I type this from her living room...no, our living room. I've decided to stay with her until my death. There's just something about her...maybe it's how her body just screams “save me from myself” but I just cannot fathom how I fell for her. To make it worse, she loves me for doing something I've done for so many girls. But she tells me that I'm the first one that ever spoke to her like that. Is it possible that she's never felt loved her entire life? Is it possible that this seventeen year-old (according to her) has felt like nobody ever loved her? I can't understand how someone with her looks (don't ask how I can find an animal attractive. You have no idea what this mare looks like and what she's done to my head) could ever think that she wasn't loved by every person she ever met.

She's stolen my heart. I've stolen hers. We're going to be together for the rest of our lives and nothing's going to change that. I've already got an idea of what our kids will look like. We'll have two Pegasi and one Unicorn. The Pegasi will be of opposite sex and the Unicorn will be a male. For now, this is Magic Mike, signing off.

I click save and close the screen. I put it back in the bag and have a heart attack when I see that Fluttershy's been standing behind me. “How much did you read?” I ask.

“All of it,” she whispers, eyes full of tears. “That was beautiful Mike...I...I...I don't know what to say...” Her voice breaks and I hold her gently. “I made pancakes for you. Blueberry...” She pulls back and takes a plate from her back, handing it to me with syrup coating it.

“Thank you Fluttershy. You didn't have to do this for me. In fact, I should be doing it for you.” I grab the plate and set it on my lap. “I want you to remember I do care. I don't know what makes you different, but you are and I...I just need you.”

“And I need you. Now eat your breakfast.” She walks away from me and I stare at her butt, not really caring that she's a pony anymore and enjoying the way it shakes. It's kinda plump...I shake my head and get back in the game, devouring my pancakes and grabbing my bag. I check and see my supplies in there. Dusting myself off, I rest the plate on the side table next to her couch.

She looks back at me with a smile before grabbing a book from a shelf and opens it with a blush. I hear her mutter something to herself that I can't quite make out and puts the book back, walking over to me with a smile.

“Already done? I guess you were hungry. Anything else I can get you?” she asks. I shake my head, but she seems to see a small thought in my head and bends down. “You want to do it again?” I blush, followed by hers. “Well...maybe later...but...for now...you can have this...”

She kisses me, knocking me onto my back and covering my mouth in her saliva. She pulls back, redder than a beet. “Anyway,” she whimpers. “We need to get going.”

“No we don't...we can just sit here...they already know what they need to know...” I say, rubbing her cheek gently.

But she rejects it, taking my hand from her face. “No. We have to go, Mike. If we don't go, they'll come. I don't want them to take you away. Please...let's go...you know I love you.”

I can't deny her when she puts it like that. I stand up and grab my bag, slinging it over my shoulder and grabbing her face one more time to peck her forehead. She giggles and I brush her mane from her face, tossing the door open and letting an early morning sun smack me dead in the face. I have to shield my eyes from the powerful rays so I can see anything.

I can see flowers. Flowers and animals in her yard. Birds, squirrels, rats, butterflies, rabbits and even a bear. Despite a slight of fear from the sigh of the hulking mass, I feel...relaxed. Like I could just stand there forever and watch the animals.

But she comes along and pushes me forward, forcing me to start walking. I sigh lightly as we start walking, passing young and old alike. “So beautiful,” I say, commenting on the town's natural beauty.

“It's even more beautiful when you meet the ponies that live here! They're all so friendly! Oh, I just can't wait for you to meet them! But...um...it might be bad...if they see a human...” the mare behind me whinnies.

“Oh, I'm sure it won't be a big deal. They'll probably just think I'm some new type of monkey or something like that. I mean, we are a lot alike,” I quip, smiling back at her.

“Oh, stop you!” she squeals, blushing brightly. “You're not a monkey, you're my boyfriend!” She realizes what she said and falls silent.

“So...I'm your boyfriend?” I say. She's considering our relationship to be boyfriend/girlfriend. My first girlfriend. I'm probably her first boyfriend. “Well...I can't say no. We're now in a committed relationship. You are now my girlfriend and I am now your boyfriend.”

She giggles. “You always fix things, no matter how badly I mess them up.” She speeds up slightly, waiting until she gets ahead of me to shift lanes and put her body single-file in front of mine. She looks back with a sheepish smile and I laugh.

“Come on; don't shake your butt at me in the middle of the day. Ponies can see you.” She moves back to my side and we continue walking, not running into any ponies, much to my displeasure...I think. Do I want to meet the ponies? Or do I want to stay Fluttershy's little secret?

Within an hour, we arrive at the library once again. I see a pony leaving, but he or she seems to be paying no attention to us and walks off in the other direction without looking back. Inside of the building, I hear a sigh, followed by “Oh, thank goodness I can relax just a little. Too much study time...”

Looks like Twilight is a little bit tired...

“Twilight sounds like she was up all night studying for a test. Wait...she has a job? I thought she was only fifteen? And where are her parents? And yours? Do you guys live alone?” It never occurred to me that I hadn't seen Fluttershy, nor Twilight's parents.

“Oh, Twilight's parents live back at her old home in Canterlot. And she really doesn't have a test, but she studies all the time so she's ready. And um...I'd rather not talk about my parents...if you don't mind...” she whispers.

“Oh...sorry.” Way to go insensitive jerk. Be a little more careful when discussing topics that could cause bad memories. “Let's um...see what she's up to. Maybe I can help her relax,” I offer.

She nods and we walk through the open door. Secrets from last night are revealed as I look around the shelves of the inviting establishment. Books, some raggedy, some new, line the shelves and parts of the floor and a few tables as well.

Just like in a human library, there are label stating what type of book is found in a section. Obviously, none of the names ring familiar, but, off the rip, a few catch my eye. But you can't judge a book by its cover. Maybe I should grab a few and check them out. Type 'em up and take 'em back home...if I ever get home.

Twilight is slowly lifting a few books with magic and placing them on shelves. She seems weak and I walk over, taking them from her aura to help out. She squeaks loudly and nearly trips. I grab her and hold her still.

“You okay Twilight?” I ask softly. She nods and I place the books on the floor, brushing her mane back into place with my fingers.

With a small frown, she looks down. “I'm sorry for last night,” she mutters. “I had...well; it was part of an experiment. I knew fully well what could happen, but I didn't expect anypony to show up.”

“What experiment?”

“Effects of alcohol on studying, sleep and next day functioning. Listen, I consumed a large amount and it was difficult to think straight. You must understand I was doing it for knowledge. I know that alcohol can impair judgment, but I wanted to see specifics,” she admits sadly.

“Hey, it's cool Twilight. I was no better, getting sarcastic with you. Now, how about you sit down on the couch? I think I can help you relax a little...” I coo.

She nods and lies down on the couch, me following her. I sit next to her and Fluttershy squats on a cushion nearby. I put my hands on the Unicorn's back and start giving her a massage, listening to short gasps of pleasure.

“Oh...Mike...right there...” she moans, resting her head and closing her eyes.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Fluttershy's face contorting. Jealousy? Wow, what is with these ponies? “Calm down girl, she's not taking me from you. Just calm down.” I call softly, earning her attention and a nod as well as a guilty look.

I smile, chuckling lightly and double my efforts on Twilight while I start talking to her. “So, it's obvious you like to learn. We'll, I've got a proposition for you. I'll allow you to study me and get information on humans as long as you promise to respect Fluttershy's decision.”

“Yeah...whatever...” she moans. “What's her decision?”

“Fluttershy wants me to be her boyfriend. Well, you can't say I can't be but...” I groan and clear my throat. “Me and Fluttershy are together. Boyfriend and girlfriend. You have to respect it and you cannot try to have us separated.”

She growls. “Boyfriend and girlfriend? That...it's...I don't understand it! You're a human, she's a pony! How can you be together? I respect it, but how is it going to work out? You both have desires and are going to want to act out on them. How will that work?”

“Well, you'll see once you study human anatomy. Thank you for respecting it. Now, Fluttershy, would you mind if I stay here and keep her relaxed? I'm not saying you have to go, I just want to know if it's okay to stay if you have any errands to run,” I say, turning to the Pegasus.

“Well...I do have to go get some things for Angel...I'll be back soon...” she whispers before standing and stretching her legs, then departing, leaving me alone with Twilight.

“So...you've done it already, haven't you?” she says, causing me to wince. “I knew with how you reacted to my question. ‘You’ll see once you study human anatomy.' The answer was too quick and you weren't even taken aback when I asked.” She laughs softly. “What was it like? Must have felt good; she's carrying herself higher than she used to.”

I blush and smile. “It was good. It was both of our first times. Are there any laws against relationships like ours? I don't want to her to end up in jail.”

“Yeah...don't worry Mike...no law against it. And she's not the only virgin...except um...uh...crap...I think it's Applejack...no, it's Rainbow dash. Rainbow Dash is...ha, was the only one who had experience. Flight School. Testosterone filled colts. Only real way to prove you won't take any bull is to go out there and slam a colt to the ground and rock his world...in her words, of course,” she adds, thinking I might have taken them to be her description.

“Oh, I knew that wasn't how you'd put it. You're more of an intellectual. You would have made it more along the lines of this: In order to prove dominance and prevent confrontations, one must approach a young male and engage him. Once engaged, lure him into a vulnerable state and then proceed to mate with him.”

She barks a laugh, instantly regretting it. “Ouch!” she hisses. “Oh...that hurt...wish I knew a spell that could fix this...ow...stupid drinking...I don't know why I did that...ow...”

“Just keep quiet and let me rub you down,” I hiss, rubbing an especially tense part of her upper back.

“Oh...Mike...just a little lower and to the left...” I move in the direction she tells me and her back arcs as she howls in pleasure.

Slowly her body returns to a normal position and she rests her head. “Oh...Mike...thank you...I do not get many chances to relax...I have to study...I have to keep studying...can't fail a test...”

“I'm sure you never will. But too much studying can be worse than none at all. Too much in your head can fry your brain. Would you rather get a B or have to drop out because you have too much in your head? I'd choose the first, but that's me.”

“I...you're right. I guess I do spend a little bit too much time in books...I just...don't...I mean, friends are great, but a book will never betray me.” She yawns and I stop rubbing her, patting her head gently. “Oh...I'm very relaxed now...thank you.” She sits up and twists to face me, pulling me down into a hug.

“As long as you're good to her, I have no objection to your relationship. I am sure you will prove to be a wonderful partner for Fluttershy.” She pulls back and smiles. “Mares are going to be very jealous of her and try to take you. Don't let that happen. Now, let me give you a small reward. Two actually, for your massage.”

She leans forward and gives me a peck on the cheek, turning me red. Second, her horn starts glowing and I feel my body enveloped in a small aura, a calm rushing over my body. “Whoo...what are you doing to me?” I ask quietly.

“I'm giving you an automated defense system. Stallions may try to prove dominance and I want you to be able to protect yourself. It's magic, somewhat. You'll be able to grab and throw, but nothing else. Just enough so they can't hurt you or her. Now, promise me you'll use this for good and you won't tell a soul,” she growls.

“Okay. I promise you. Now, how does it work? Do I chant words? Do some weird moves?” I hope it's not the latter; I don't want to look like a fool in case I perform them wrong.

“No, you simply make a motion with your hand like you're grabbing them. Depending on arm extension, you can throw them in different ways. If you do not stretch your arm out all the way, you can throw them straight back. Or you can simply do a Push and step forward, thrusting your hands out in front of you.

“You will knock them back several feet or more, depending on reaction time, footing, etcetera. If you use this correctly, neither of you shall be harmed and you shall be left alone. Hopefully a strong Unicorn does not attempt to trifle with you. In that case, your magic may not work,” she explains.

“So I just lift,” I say, sticking my arm out and balling my hand slightly to grab a book. I lift my arm up and it levitates four feet above the ground. “And throw,” I finish, flicking my wrist and tossing the book against a wall.

“Good, very good! You're a quick learner! Now, if you harm somepony on purpose, I will revoke this power and have you punished. Is that understood? I will not have you make me look like a fool in front of Celestia for imbuing you with magic recklessly!” she roars.

“Okay okay, I promise. Thanks for giving me this. I promise I'll do my best to fulfill your requirements as a subject. Just uh...be subtle with certain aspects. I'm not an expert on everything. There are many cultures, races, countries, governments and history that I don't know about. To get any real info, you'd have to study at least a million men and women from around the world.”

“Well...well, maybe I could go there and retrieve some samples...” When I give her a look like she's insane, she quickly adds, “I'd erase their memory, of course. They would be none the wiser and it would be fairly simple to prevent detection.”

“Well, as long as you're careful, I won't mind you going there. Hey, I could go back! But I'd really miss Fluttershy...I mean, we can't have talking Pegasi going around. The government would snatch her up and start doing all sorts of horrible things to her.” Just imagining the experiments is bad enough. A shudder goes down me back, followed by a hoof on my leg.

“Hey, don't worry. I'll keep her safe for you. She can't go back, not as a pony at least. I think I can have her transformed to a human, but I couldn't force her to be a human and live with you. She's a Pegasus and she's a very important part of Equestria. Everything may fall if she leaves. She is one of the few whom can protect Equestria in time of crisis.

The Elements of Harmony are a crucial part of everything and if one of us is gone, Discord could come back and everything would turn to chaos. We can't let that happen. All I can tell you, Mike, is that she cannot leave us forever. Maybe for a year, depending on how safe things are, but not forever,” she says.

I sigh. “I understand. I...I can do it. It'll be hard, but I can do it. She has a bigger job than just me. I...do you know if...maybe you could...if I could be turned into a pony? I mean, temporarily? Maybe, like, I can go back and forth between here and home and I could shift forms...you know, so me and her can be together no matter where she is or what shape she's in?” I ask, hopes soaring.

“Well,” she begins. “I don't know. I don't know how you'll react to a transformation spell, especially to a pony. I...I've never even though of such a spell...I don't know if one even exists! I...we have to speak to Celestia...it's the only way we can know for sure.”

“You've mentioned her several times. Who is she? Is that your mother? Or teacher?”

She laughs a little. “Mother? Oh, no no no! Celestia is not my mother! It is impossible! She is my teacher, but much much more than just my teacher! She's Equestria's leader! Our ruler! Well, her and her sister, Princess Luna.”

“P-princess? You're taught by a princess?” I think I may be delving into something that could get me in very much trouble. If she's close to the ruler of Equestria, I have pretty much no choice in anything. All she has to do is call up the princess and have me charted off to the dungeons!

“Yeah, I am. And Shining Armor's Captain of her Royal Guard.”

My jaw drops more. “Captain of the Guard? I...”

Things have just shifted down. If I anger this mare, I am screwed six ways from Sunday. She's the ruler's personal student. She knows the ruler's sister. She has a friend in the military and she can use magic. It seems that my chances of staying with Fluttershy have now become very slim. One slip-up and we're separated and I'm dead.

“If you're thinking I'm going to sic them on you, don't worry. I'm not going to do that and that's a promise.” She yawns and fights shutting her eyes. They open and close repeatedly as she does her best to remain awake. “N...no...stay up...”

I grab her head and slowly rest it on my lap. “Go to sleep, Twilight. I'll make sure you stay safe while you sleep.” She lifts her head up, smiling. She kisses me on the cheek before laying her head back down. “I'm going to get in trouble if you keep doing that,” I growl at her.

“No, me pulling your pants down and having a little fun would get you in trouble.” She chuckles and yawns again. “Hey, Mike...um...I...can you...do one thing for me?” she adds.

“What do you need?”

She reaches around for my hand saying, “Pet me...like you did Fluttershy...” I place my hand on her head and start rubbing her face gently, listening to her slow breathing. “Thank you,” she whispers. I don't reply. I keep moving my hand over her face, running my hand along her jawline slowly.

“There you go….there you go….” I whisper, barely audible. I smile and listen to the slow, measured inhalations and exhalations coming from the mare. Before long, I'm pretty sure she's asleep and I start running my fingers along her neck.

“You're a beautiful mare, Twilight. You are a very beautiful mare.” I let out a weak guffaw. “I really don't know if I can love just one of you. You seem so lonely and fragile. Never wanted friends. Never wanted betrayed. Well, I'll be your friend. More if that must be, but Fluttershy will always be my first.”

“Yeah...that's the spot...little lower,” she mutters through her sleep.

“Sleep talking. Now that is cute. Wonder what she's dreaming about.” I don't get an answer exactly, but a blanket suddenly appears and covers her up to the neck. She yawns and rolls to have her legs under her and her chin on my lap.

Loud snores start to rip from her throat and I shake her gently. She snaps awake and glares at me angrily. “Hey, why'd you wake me up?” she grunts groggily.

“If there's a bedroom, let's go there. I'll write a note to Fluttershy to tell her we went to bed. You need to relax and get rid of this hangover,” I explain.

“Oh...yeah, it's upstairs. I'll leave the door open. Please hurry up; you have a warm and comforting body,” she yawns, getting up and barely staying up while walking to the stairs. I look around and see a quill and parchment. There's an inkwell nearby and I know from enough books how to use it.

I scribble a small note: Dear Fluttershy, Twilight and I are upstairs. She fell asleep and I moved her to bed. Just come up. I leave in view and climb the stairs to her room, books galore my instant greeting.

Other than the books, there's a bed near a window and doors to a balcony. There's some art here and there, several books open and words scribbled on them. I walk over and read one.

Extreme dizziness. Dry mouth. Foul taste. Amount:  10 milliliters.

From what I know, that's not enough to give you a hangover. I keep looking and find a horrible one. Nausea. Fainting. Blackouts. Accelerated Heart Rate. High Blood Pressure. Vomiting. Diarrhea. Burning Urination. Severe Vaginal Itching. Severe Hives. Amount: 4 liters.

Four liters? Liters? That's a gallon! A gallon of alcohol! She could have died! There's a small footnote adding more information at the bottom. It reads: 4 liters is the maximum amount of alcohol that any pony should ever consume. Consuming more could result in brain damage or death.

I shake my head, then nod in approval. She did it for science, seeing the maximum consumption rate. Who knows how many ponies she can save with this? I turn to the sleeping mare and smile. “Good job Twilight. Good job.”

I walk to the bed and notice she's not covered and she has her legs spread wide. I look at her pussy and feel an erection forming. I quickly dart my eyes away. “No, Mike, don't do it. Bad enough you slept with one,” I scold myself.

I gently close her legs and climb onto the bed next to her. I pull her body close and put my arm over her, keeping her safe from the outside world. Not being tired, I lay there, staring out the window, just simply wondering what's going on out there.

A bird flies past the window and a few leaves flutter past, but beyond that, it’s silent and still. Slowly, I can hear voices yelling at each other.

“What are you lookin’ at? Huh, chicken?” one yells. It sounds male, but I can’t be sure.

“Something very ugly!” the “chicken” replies. It sounds younger, feminine too. Maybe a young mare, possibly still a child.

“Why you little...” the male growls.

“AHHH! HELP!” the filly screams.

I hop out of the bed and fly down the stairs, punching the front door open and looking for the fight. I have to travel to the side of the house before I see anything. A short but muscular-looking colt is standing over an orange filly with a hoof pressing down on her chest.

“Shut up, chicken! You’re gonna pay for being a smart ass,” he grunts, rearing up his other hoof.

Not even using my powers, I leap forward and smack him to the ground. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pin it to the ground. “Get in the house!” I shout at the filly. I hear her zoom off, not actually knowing where she went.

“Hey! Get off me ya cunt!” the pony squeals.

“Not happening after what I saw you doing to that filly!” I hiss back.

His body tenses and he knocks me off his back, quickly turning the tables. “She started it. Now mind your own business.”

“She is my business. I won’t stand by while you assault a little girl! If you want her, you have to go through me first!” I belch, planting my feet firmly on the ground.

“With pleasure...” He sets up and charges. I step forward once and thrust my hands out, tossing him eight feet back. He gets up, dazed and astounded. “What the hell?” He stares at me and quickly steps back. “How....how’d you do that? You ain’t no Unicorn...”

“Yes, but I do have magic and I will use it to protect that filly. Now get out of here before I use more.” I see a rock of considerable size near him and reach out, grabbing it with invisible hands. I lift it and slam it down in front of him, making him squeak and run away at full speed.

I look around for the filly and, not seeing her, breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank God she’s safe. Phew, I need to rest now. Lifting that friggin’ rock tired me out. Why am I talking to myself?”

I shake my head and go back in the house, shutting the door and climbing the stairs. I sigh, finally at the top, finally able to relax. “Thank goodness they're gone,” I mumble to myself.

“Thank goodness who's gone?” a voice squeaks.

I jump and look down and, near the balcony doors, that filly is sitting down, staring at me. I take deep breath to calm myself before saying, “That bully and, I thought, you.” I sit next to her and stretch my hand out to pet her, but she cringes back in fear.

“Hey, I won't hurt you,” I coo smoothly. She eyes me with suspicion, but stretches her neck back out. I put my hand on the bottom of her small neck, moving my hand up and down slowly. “Are you alright, young lady? Not wise to pick a fight with someone as big as him.”

“Yeah, but he wouldn't leave me alone! He keeps calling me chicken I decided I wasn't going to take it anymore!” she whines, relaxing her body in my hand. “Hey, why'd you come save me? I mean, he'd crush you like a twig! How'd you get away?”

I smile. “That's my special little secret. Got a name, sweetie?”

“Sweetie? I ain't no Sweetie Belle! I-”

“Hey, calm down, young lady! I didn't know that was someone's name! It was a term of endearment,” I quickly quip.

“Term of enderwhat?” she spits in complete ignorance.

“Term of endearment. Term used to describe someone you like, care about or are close friends with. Now, if you tell me your name, I'll tell you mine,” I offer.

She eyes me suspiciously again, but answers anyway. “Scootaloo. And I ain't no chicken!”

“I'm not going to call you chicken. What you did was very brave, Scootaloo, but very stupid and irresponsible too. You could have gotten severely injured. Who'd be to blame for that? Me for not protecting you.”

She hangs her head low. “Sorry Mister. I just couldn't take it anymore. I wanted him to shut up.” A lone tear falls and she wipes her face.

“Cheer up, Scootaloo. I'm not mad at you. Just try to be more careful, okay? My name's Michael, by the way, but you can call me Mike.” Instantly, I want to pick her up and hold her. She's just so adorable and I can't resist the urge just to grab her and not let go.

“I'll try Mister Michael. D...don't hurt me...I...I promise not to do it again...” She whimpers, moving away from my hand and covering her face. “Don't make me sit in the box...it's dark and cold...please Mister Michael...don't tell Dad...”

“S...Scootaloo?” I stretch out to touch her, but she scoots back more.

“Please...no...I don't wanna go in the box again...I'll do detention....please Mister Michael, not the box,” she begs, moving even further away.

“Scootaloo, why would I do anything to hurt you? And what box are you talking about? And why are you worried about me telling you father?” I ask.

Her whole body shakes. “D-d-don't! I'll do an-anything! Don't tell Dad!” she squawks. She backs herself up against a wall, pressing herself in to try and hide between them. “He can't find me! Oh, no! I'm late! I'm late I'm late I'm late! He'll kill me!” she moans.

I grab her and pull her close. “Scootaloo! What is wrong? Talk to me!” I demand. She stares me in the eye and starts tearing up.

“He throws me in a box...in the basement...it's cold and dark...sometimes I'm locked down there for days with no food or water...but that's only when he's really mad...which is almost always...I'd take detention over that box...” she explains.

“What's detention? Like you have to stay after school because you were bad? I think anybody would take that over being in a box without food or water...like you're buried alive...oh my God, he buries you alive?” She nods.

“What?! He buries you underground?! What was the longest you ever spent down there?” I ask quickly.

“Four days. My tongue was dry and my tummy really hurt and growled a lot. I kept passing out over and over and over. He let me out and gave me some water. That water...it was wonderful...I didn't care that he didn't let me eat for two more days...just that water...” she drooled, imagining the drink with obvious pleasure.

“I...I...what's detention?” Best thing to do it found out what that is now that I know he buries her alive.

“Well...he...he yanks my mouth open and puts his thing in it. It tastes funny, but I’m used to it now. He goes back and forth a whole bunch of times and then he pees in my mouth. But...it's salty...pee doesn't taste like that...”

“He does WHAT?!” I growl.

“He puts his thing in my mouth...his pee pee, you know...and he goes back and forth a bunch and then that salty stuff comes out. He usually takes it out of my mouth first and it gets my face and mane all sticky and I have to go clean up but he's been leaving it in lately and it tastes salty.”

She turns away from my eyes. “What is that Mister Michael? That salty stuff?” I watch her eyes float about the room, exploring the books and words I doubt she knows.

“I...I...I can't tell you right now Scootaloo, you're too young. I...I'll tell you when you're older.” I pull her up and hold her close to my face. “Scootaloo...where do you live?”

“It's...mile away...” She looks back at me, even more tears in her eyes. “Please don't tell him I told you Mister Mike...he gives me detention, the box and then a real bad spanking...but it's weird...he doesn't hit me with his hoof, like Apple Bloom's granny....”

I gulp, already knowing, but needing to make sure anyway. “What does he hit you with?”

“Nothing...he puts something in my special place. I never get to see because he makes me lie on my stomach and stare at the wall or else he'll make it hurt more.” Her body shudders and she curls up. “Please, he's going to kill me. I need to get back there right now.”

As much as I'd hate to take her back to her abusive father's house, I have to obey. I stand up and hold her close. “Here, get under here, it'll be warmer,” I order, slipping her into my jacket and letting her poke out the hood.

“Thank you Mister Mike. Please don't tell Dad I said anything. Please, I don't want things to be worse. You can't tell him I said anything,” she whispers, praying that I stay silent.

“Okay, I won't. Now, how about you tell me about yourself while we walk?” I walk outside and see that there's rain and some wind. I cover our heads and the wind and rain is blocked. She twists her head to look forward and I feel something went on my gut.

“Sorry...I'm afraid of storms...please don't hurt me...”

“Shh, it's okay Scootaloo. Just tell me show me the path as we go along and talk to me about yourself, okay?” She nods and points forward through my jacket.

As we walk, she talks. “Well, I like riding my scooter. And me and Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom are looking for our Cutie Marks. We've tried so many things and we just can't find out what our talent is! Anyway, I'm eight and going to be just like Rainbow Dash! And I just wanna fly so bad!”

Her rambles continue as I am guided to her house. She never wets herself again, but, upon seeing the house, she whimpers loudly and turns to look at me, face almost against mine. “Please don't tell Dad I said anything. Please Mister Mike.”

“I won't. I promise you that.” I smile brightly and kiss her on the nose. She turns bright red and I chuckle. “Are you sure you want to go back there? I can keep you with me and he'll never know where you are.”

She shakes her head. “No! He will find me! Please just don't tell him I said anything. I'll do anything. I'll let you give me a spanking or detention, just don't tell him.”

“Listen here. I will never ask for either of those. I am not like your father and I never will be. If you ever need someone to talk to, just look for me with Fluttershy or Twilight. Now you be good and try not to get put in that box again.”

I peck her cheek again and she looks at me. “Dad sometimes gives me kisses like that before giving me kisses like this.” She moves her head and presses her lips to mine for a brief second. “Then he asks me if he can give me a spanking or detention. I kind of like the spankings...”

I nearly throw up just hearing that. “Don't...don't you ever say that again....you should never say that...not at your age...”

She looks into my eyes. “Why not? It feels really nice. Well, it would, but whatever he puts in my special place is kinda big and it hurts a little. One time something went in me. It was really warm, kinda like the salty stuff. What's that salty stuff?”

I sigh. I can't keep it secret. She's already being put through so much so how much harm could it do? And I think it's better me than some random guy when she's older. I sigh again and stop walking. Looking around in the gloom and dark, I spot a bench under a tree that's quite dry. I quickly trot over and sit down.

“Scootaloo, the things I'm going to tell you, you are too young to know. You cannot tell anybody you know this stuff or who told you if you accidentally do say you know. This could get both of us in big trouble, mostly me,” I say slowly.

“Yeah, I gotcha. Promise not to tell,” she says.

I hold her close and clear my head. “Alright Scootaloo. That salty stuff is semen. Semen is what stallions make when they have sex. You are way too young to be having sex. And having sex with people closely related to you is called incest. Incest is very bad. That means having sex with your dad, brother, mom or anything like that, it's very bad.”

“So what Dad does to me is wrong? What does semen do, Mister Mike?”

At least she's asking good questions and isn't going to crazy about what I'm telling her. “Yes, it's very bad. Semen has sperm in it and sperm gets mares pregnant. You know, when mommy has a baby in her belly?”

She nods. “Yeah, like Mister and Misses Cake. Wait, I can get pregnant like Misses Cake?”

I chuckle darkly. “Thankfully, no, not yet. You're too young for that. I'm trying to think of what else you need to know...” It's more of me talking to myself, but I'm addressing her too.

“So, Daddy and me are having sex? Why? How come he can't ask somepony else? Like Twilight? Or Sweetie Belle? Or somepony!” she whines.

“I don't know why, Scootaloo. I don't. Maybe it's because he's afraid to ask, maybe it's because he doesn't want to. Either way, you shouldn't be doing that. But you can't resist or it'll get worse. You are welcome to stay with me and Fluttershy. And with this weather, I don't think he'll be in the best of moods,” I offer.

“I'd like to, but he'll kill me! Um, Mister Mike? Are you going to give me a spanking, I mean...have sex with me? Dad always does after he gives me long talks. And I'd be okay if you did because you're nice and won't hurt me,” she says with a big smile.

Again, I try not to puke. “I will not do that! That is wrong! You are just a little girl! You shouldn't be having sex!” I slip her out of my hoodie and brush her mane while she sits on my lap. “I would not force you to do that, Scoot. I’m not like that.”

She shakes her head. “You aren't making me. I want to. I want you to put your pee pee in my special place and have semen inside me. You’re not mean like Dad so it's okay. You're allowed to. Dad does it, even if I say no. But he hits me when I say no. I don't like it when he hits me.”

“Scootaloo, I can't. You're too young and it's just wrong. We shouldn't even be having this conversation right now.” My voice is starting to get squeaky and I realize she actually wants to have sex with me, like it'd be the best thing she ever did.

She turns on a puppy dog stare. “Please Mister Mike? You're really nice to me. Nopony but Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle have been this nice to me.” She stands up and grabs my neck in a hug. “I just want you to be my friend. My really special friend.”

“Oh, Scoot...fine, but be quick.” My eyes dart left and right. I can't believe I'm going to do this! I’m a freaking pedophile! ..Actually, we're both kids. Age of consent back home was sixteen so, technically, I'm underage. Fluttershy is the pedophile. Unless age of consent is younger here, in that case, I could be a pedophile and I’m raping a small foal.

“How old are you, Scootaloo?”

“Me? I...I'm...ten. Yeah, I’m ten. My birthday was uh...four months ago.”

“Well, happy birthday, even though I am four months late. I'd give you a present but uh, I didn't exactly know what to get you,” I joke.

She laughs. “You're funny Mister Mike.” Her smile slowly fades and she brings us back to the topic of sex. “Mister Mike? I want to have sex now. Can you put your pee pee in me now?” she asks bluntly.

I like her subtlety... I reach down to my zipper with a gulp. “Oh, please don't let anyone find out about this,” I whimper to myself. I pull the zipper down slowly and unbutton my pants. I take her off my hoodie and lift my butt up just enough so I can pull my jeans and underwear down.

“Is it always floppy like that, Mister Mike?” she questions.

“Sometimes. When you have sex it um...gets hard...if it's floppy, then the stallion isn't ready for sex.” I gulp again and hope she'll be turned away and change her mind.

“Oh, alright.” She grabs it and looks at it, just interested by its look. She gives it a quick lick and I nearly groan. “Hm, tastes weird. Not like Dad's. Hey, Mister Mike? Will the semen be warm like Dad's? I always liked that. It made me feel kinda happy.”

I nod sadly. “Yes, it is Scoot. Please get this over with. I don't want to get caught.”

“Oops.” She sticks my tool in her mouth and moves her head up and down. Holding back the groans is hard, but I manage as my length gets longer. She takes it out and it's pretty stiff. “Now can I put it in my special place and make you have semen everywhere?”

Again, I nod sadly. She climbs over me and puts her butt on my tip. I feel it poke her back door and I moan loudly as she wiggles her butt, stuffing my shaft into her. “Oh, that feels good,” I moan, unable to resist how good it feels.

“Yeah, it does. And it doesn't hurt like Dad's does.” She moans and reaches the bottom. “Oh, thank you Mister Mike. Thanks for being real nice to me and helping me like that,” she adds before lifting her flank and starting to ride me slowly.

We both moan over and over as she keeps going. I can't believe it, but I'm having sex with a ten year old. Thing is, it feels so good and it'll be hard to regret it. She starts speeding up and I can feel her inside starting to clamp down on me.

“I think I might pee Mister Mike!” she cries.

I can feel my orgasm rising as well. “It's not pee Scoot! Please just keep going! Hnng!” I groan loudly as her inside clamp down like a vice and start spasming.

“AHHH!” she shrieks, voice starting to be taken by the wind as it picks up speed. “Yes, Mister Mike, yes, it feels nice!”

I'm not far behind and I start shooting hard inside of her, feeling my own burning stickiness as it pools in her and leaks out onto my groin. “Ohhh, Scootaloo! Jeez, this feels so good!”

“Ah, that's real hot! Real hot! Take it out, it's hot!” she squeals.

“No, I can't! Just let it stay in for a minute! It'll be over soon!” I grate, grabbing her and forcing my dick as deep into her as it'll go.

It feels like a whole hour passes as we both keep cumming hard, our moans, screams and grunts disappearing into the whipping wind. Finally we finish climaxing and relax on the bench. I slip her off my and feel my penis flop down between my legs, small strings of semen and marecum, I guess you could call it, connecting our genitals.

“Oh, Mister Mike...I never did that with Dad...that was the first time that happened to me...oh thank you so much Mister Mike...” she pants. She climbs over me and plants her lips on mine, kissing me deeply.

I pull her off and quickly pull up my pants, zipping and buttoning them back up. “Oh, don't ever talk about this to anybody. What we just did was very very bad. Not as bad as what your father does to you, but still bad.”

“I won't Mister Mike. I won't tell anypony. We really need to get me to Dad now. He probably won't hurt me since the weather's this bad.” She crawls under my hoodie and hangs over my shoulder, sharing her warmth with me.

I stand up and quickly walk up the street, going to the house she pointed to earlier. I knock on the door as thunder cracks and rain starts to pour down on us. A form inside move toward the door drunkenly, most likely her father.

The door swings open and his horrid breath hits me. “Whadda ya wan?” he slurs.

I cough. “I have your daughter. She was having trouble in the storm so I helped her back here. She's a very good little girl.” She pokes her head out of my hood and looks at her Dad, her body shaking from both cold and fear.

“Hi Dad...” she whispers. I feel her place a hoof on my chest and I hold her slightly tighter.

“Ah, Scootaloo! I was wonderin' where ya went!” He nearly trips, but catches himself and stand upright again. “Get in here, darling, I've got a little somethin' for ya!”

The sing-song voice is evil. I can tell he has nasty plans for her. I am not going to let him abuse her, not tonight, not while I'm here. I clear my throat and call out. “Excuse me, sir? If it wouldn't be any trouble, could I stay here until the storm is over?”

He whips around and nearly falls again. He grins. “Sure, why not? Not like I beat my kid or anythin'...” He chuckles. “I love her too much for that....isn't that right Scootyloo?”

She nods frightfully. “Yes Dad, you love me a lot.” She clutches me tighter and I let her.

He waves me in. “Come on...there's a couch righ' 'ere...”

I walk in, shutting the door behind me and revealing a large room with a fireplace and a couch nearby. He stumbles out of the room and I quickly sit down with her, slipping my hoodie off and placing it on the floor near the fire to dry. She darts to it and spreads her little wings, absorbing the heat before coming back to me and wrapping her wings around me, instantly warming me.

“Here, Mister Mike. Feathers keep you real warm.”

I chuckle inwardly at the cute gesture. I lift her up and hold her close. “You’re so cute,” I tell her. “Despite the things you’ve done, you’re still an adorable filly.”

She giggles quietly. “Thank you, Mister Mike.”

I stroke her back, just letting her and the fire warm me up and dry me off. Still holding her, I tap my jacket, seeing it’s already almost dry. I sit back and relax my body, just letting the sheer pleasure of loosening my muscles take me over.

I groan softly, Scootaloo laying her head on my shoulder. I can feel her breath as she inhales and exhales. Each breath become slightly slower than the last until they finally pace out, equal in distance and length.

I smile. She’s asleep. That’s just adorable. I wonder what this looks like to people...

I stroke her mane gently as I, again, lean forward and check my jacket’s dampness. Finding it dry, I grab it and slip my shoes off, laying down the couch and putting her next to me, letting my hoodie cover her body.

“There you go. Just sleep and dream, Little Scoot. I won’t let anybody hurt you.”

I stretch out finding with happiness that my body still has room. I put my hand on her small frame and yawn. “No, don’t go to sleep Mike. Gotta stay up to...watch over her...”

My eyes start drooping and I yawn again. The warmth of the fire and the sex tired me out. Well, there is a storm going. Might as well just rest for a little bit. I yawn for the last time before I let sleep take me away to a land of dreams so odd, vivid and wonderful that I’d rather be up and face real life.

Instead of cold water or sunlight jolting me awake, it’s a loud scream. It’s a filly’s voice. “HELP ME MISTER MIKE!” it bellows.

I hop up and look around for Scootaloo. I don’t see her and knock the sofa over. I dart about the house, looking for her. “HELP ME MISTER MIKE!” she yells again.

I find a door. I throw it open and see a long descent of stairs. I fly down as fast as I can without tripping. She screams my name again and I twist at the bottom to see the long basement. She’s tied to the ground and her father is beating her senselessly.

“Shut up you little bitch! You’re getting no help!” He slaps her across the face, a small cut destroying her beauty.

I can feel rage boiling my blood. I growl like a tiger and charge forward. I slam into him and flatten his body against the wall.

“You’re going to die!” I roar. I grab his throat and squeeze tightly, cutting off his blood and air circulation.

His neck spasms as my grip tightens. He coughs and gags, flailing his hooves and trying to get out of my grasp.

“No! Don’t kill him, Mister Mike!” Scootaloo squeals.

But I ignore her pleas and tighten my hands even further. He gasps for air and smacks against my chest with steadily weakening blows. “You shouldn’t have abused your daughter! I love that filly like she’s my own and I won’t let you hurt her!”

“Please, Mister Mike, stop! Don’t kill Dad!” she pleads.

I can't hear her begging. All I can hear is the rasping of her father as I choke him to death. “You're going to die and you're never going to hurt her again!” I growls. I spit in his face and let go of his neck. He collapses to the ground, gasping for air.

Before he can get up to run, I slam him back to the ground and wrap one hand around his throat and smash his face with my other fist. “Die!” I grate, hitting him over and over again. I grind my teeth as his blood trickles down his face and soaks his fur slowly.

“Dad, no! Mister Mike, please!” she whines.

I squeeze harder, watching his tongue loll out as he finally gives up on life. I hear a crack and his neck twists to the side, his eyes roll into his head and his body goes completely limp. I let go of him and stand up, my anger slowly fading.

It takes a full minute before I realize what I've done to the blue Pegasus. I killed him...I'm a murderer...

I put my hand on his snapped neck, looking for a pulse. Nothing. I pull on his short yellow mane to see if he reacts. Again, nothing. I tug at his tail, still nothing. I turn to Scootaloo in complete horror. “I...I'm sorry,” I whisper.

“No...Dad...Dad, get up...you'll be okay...” Her voice breaks and tears start to fall.

“Scoot, I'm so so sorry...I snapped...I couldn't control myself.”

She looks back at me in horror, but happiness as well. “You killed him...but it's over. I'll never have to let him hurt me again. I know he hurt me but...but he was my Dad. I'm gonna miss him,” she says.

I untie her and pull her close, hugging her and trying not to cry. “Scooty, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to kill him. It was an accident. I...I just snapped when I saw what he was doing to you...”

“No, it's okay. You saved me.” I hear her sob into my shoulder and I caress her small head. “Thank you for stopping him. He was so mean...”

“Shh, shhh...quiet down Scootaloo...just quiet down...” I whimper. “It’ll be alright. It’ll be fine. Just….oh, I’m so sorry…I don’t know what came over me...I just couldn’t sit here and let him do that to you.”

“It’s okay Mister Mike, you saved me.” She hesitates then adds, “Should we call the cops and tell them what happened?”

“No! We can’t inform the authorities! I’ll end up in prison and who’s knows where you’ll end up! I…we have to get out of here. We have to get out of here now.” I carry her back up the stairs. I slip her into my jacket and leave the house, closing the door quickly and listening to the whipping wind.

“Where are we going?” she yells in question above the wind.

“Twilight’s! It’s the only safe place I know that you and I will both be protected!” I yell back.

The rain pours down heavily and thunder cracks above. I move my legs as fast as they’ll let me, which is pretty fast since I’m on the track team, but I constantly slip in the forming mud. I see perhaps only one other braving the storm and it looks like a normal horse…pony.

I can see the large tree in the distance and quicken my pace, doing my best not to slip. The unexpected happens and a large slab of mud comes and knocks me down, plunging us into its murkiness.

“Shh! Mister Mike, help! We’re gonna drown!” the filly squeals.

“No we won’t!” I grunt, pulling my upper body from the muck. I lift her higher in my jacket and lean forward, using one hand to push me upright. I sigh in relief and squish through, finally extracting my feet from the sludge.

“Oh, finally!” I shake most of the dirt from my body and keep walking to the library. Wait, isn’t a tree the last place you should be in a storm? Ah, she’s probably got a lightning rod. Why else would she live there?

I reach the door and pound on it, yelling the mare’s name. “TWILIGHT! TWILIGHT! OPEN UP!”

In an instant the door swings open and the warmth from inside hits me.

“Oh my goodness, Mike! Come in here, right now! You had us worried sick!” I watch her disappear for a moment, coming back with a towel. She lifts me through the air, keeping it under me until I'm far enough from the door.

It slams behind me and I drop to the floor, quickly kicking my shoes off and getting started on my socks.

“Hurry up and get undressed. You'll catch a cold. Let me get you a towel first,” she says, disappearing and coming back with a green towel with flower designs across it. I hand her Scootaloo and she tosses it to me and quickly turns around, giving me my cue.

I quickly strip down to my birthday suit and wrap the towel around my mid-section tightly. “I'm decent Twilight,” I call. I make sure my feet are dry enough and plop down on the couch.

“Why did you leave?” she asks, walking over and sitting next to me.

I reach out and take Scoot from her. “Well, you had fallen asleep so I made you go upstairs. I didn’t want to leave you alone so I went up and laid next to you. Not long after I heard this little filly getting into a fight with another foal, but he was pretty big.”

I rub the Pegasus’ head gently and smile when she cuddles closer. “I went out and helped her out with a little bit of my magic.” I watch her frown, but I ignore it. “That's when we started walking to her house. Then there was a storm on the way there. We came back this way and that's when we got smacked by some mud.”

I haven't lied, we did go toward her house and we did come back, but I didn't tell the truth because we made it there and I killed her father. I shudder at the memory, unable to believe I did such a thing.

“Well, at least you're back in one piece. Oh, I have to go get her! She thinks you're lost somewhere or dead! Excuse me while I tell her you're back.” She stands up and quickly goes up the stairs, most likely getting Fluttershy.

“Oh, thanks for not telling her about the things we did.” I look down at her smiling face.

“I won't tell. It felt real good and you saved me from Dad. I don't have to worry anymore.” She clambers up and kisses my cheek and hugs my neck. “Thank you Mister Mike.”

“Anything for a cute filly,” I respond. She giggles and blushes, smacking me playfully with her hoof. Hmm, wonder if she's ticklish...

“Hey, Scoot? You ticklish by any chance?” I ask deviously.

“Yes...why? Wait, you better no-”

I poke my fingers into her sides and she's cut off by a laugh. Before she can protest, I keep going, throwing her deep into a fit of laughter as joyful tears stream down her face and her body shakes violently from my hand movements.

“Hey! Stop!” she gets out barely.

I pull my hands away, not wanting to cross the line. “Oopsie,” I say innocently.

“You're a meanie!” she squeaks, slapping my chest and rolling off me lap.

“Mike? Oh my goodness, Mike, you're okay!” a voice behind me yelps. Before I get the chance to turn around, I'm tackled to the floor in a warm and tight embrace. “Don't you ever do that to me again! You had me so worried!”

“Calm down, I’m fine,”  I insist.

“I don’t care,” she counters. “You could have gotten hurt or killed out there! Don’t you ever leave me like that again!” She lets me go and I sit up chuckling. “You know I care about you, Mike.”

“I know you do. That’s why I came back.” I smile and pull her head down and peck her nose. “And because I care about me too. I don’t know what I’d do without me.”

She snickers and slaps me playfully. “You’re so funny, Mike.” She holds me again and I pet her calmly. She sighs and cuddles close to me. “I love you, Mike.”

“I know. I know.” I breathe in her mane and let her go. We stand up and smile at each other. Done with me, she walks over to Twilight and strikes up a conversation, leaving me to plop back on the couch. The filly bounces back into my lap, looking at me.

“Mister Mike?”

  “Yes?”

“What does she mean?”

“What do you mean what does she mean?” I ask.

“She said she loved you. Does she love you like...like I love me friends or like...Mommy and Daddy love?”

“Mommy and Daddy love,” I say, turning my head back to look at the two mares, not paying attention to me. Turning back to the orange Pegasus, I lower my voice and add, “But don't tell anyone. We're trying to keep it a secret. There's a whole bunch of things you and I can't say. Like what we did on that bench or what happened at your house.”

“I promise I won't tell.” She looks down. “I'm sorry I asked you for that. But I didn't know how else to say thank you. It...it didn't feel like enough...you know...just saying it...can you forgive me?”

She doesn't look back with begging eyes that win most people over. She doesn't add an adorable ending. She doesn't try to sweeten it. She wants true forgiveness. I slowly force her to look at me. “You have no reason to be sorry, but I forgive you. Just don't do it again, okay?”

She nods. I let her face go and let her crawl up and hug my throat. “I won't. I'll be a good girl.”

She sniffles and whimpers, trying to hold back tears. “I promise I won't be bad anymore. I promise Mister Mike...”

“Shh. It's okay, Scootaloo. Just quiet down.” I pet her gently, resting her head on my shoulder. As I hold her, calm washes over me and an idea pops into my head. “Would you like for me and Fluttershy to be your mom and dad?”

She shakes her head as best she can. “Please!” she whinnies.

“Please what?” I hear from behind.

“Oh, nothing!” I squeak.

“Mike?” I hear the hooves clicking up and know automatically it's Fluttershy. She bends down and looks me in the eye from the side. “What does she want, Mike?” Before I can open my mouth, she adds, “And don't lie to me, baby.”

“Well, since Scootaloo won't be able to get back home for a while, how about she stays with us? Just until she can go back home.” It's so much harder to tell a white lie to her than a normal lie to someone back home.

“Of course! I foalsat her and her friends one time...but they did cause trouble...” She directs a stern look at the filly in my arms who cuddles closer to me.

“Leave her alone. She's only a little girl. She doesn't know any better.” I poke the filly's side and make her giggle. “But are you sure you're up for it?”

She nods.

“So, I'm going to live with you until...” She falls silent. I know she's trying not to spill the secret. As long as she doesn't say anything about her dad, we're in the green.

“Until all this mess is taken care of,” I quip, finishing it for her so no one asks what she meant to say. “Hopefully it'll be soon. But it might be fun having a filly of my own. Our own, I should say. How's that sound? You can be our daughter for a while.”

She grins widely, saying nothing. Fluttershy wraps us in a hug. She lets go and walks with Twilight to the basement. “We’ll be back in a few minutes, Mike,” Twilight states before disappearing.

“Alright.” I lift Scootaloo up and bring her into a tight hug. “Never tell anyone what happened at your house. It’s best for both of us if they never find out,” I whisper.

“I promise not to ever tell.” She pulls back and looks down. “I’m sorry I made you do that earlier. It was bad. I’ll sleep in the box tonight.”

“No, no more box. No more of anything like that. Now you’re my daughter so you’ll never go through any of that ever again.” To comfort her more, I press my lip against her cheek gently. “I love you, Scoot.”

“I love you too Mister Mike.”

“Call me Dad, please. I think you’ll enjoy having someone you can call Dad without being afraid. Now, just be quiet and let the storm blow over.” I pull her tight, her body keeping mine warm and my body keeping hers just as nice.

“Thank you Mister….I mean, Dad. Thank you for saving me,” she whimpers as she starts to ease into my hold. I can feel as her body relaxes and she slowly melts into sleep, weak snores escaping her.

“And now I shall relax and let the storm pass…”