Title:           AiE #1 (It's about Scootaloo)
Author:          Coinpo
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/n5bY1iXT
First Edit:      Friday 20th of December 2013 09:31:16 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 20th of December 2013 09:31:16 PM CDT

>Chilling on the grassy plains of Equestria you take a deep breath
>Everything is quiet and peaceful
>Suddenly you hear buzzing
>You wave your arms around for a second before you spot the source
>Scootaloo is emerging from a small gathering of trees
>She's flapping her wings as hard as she can muster, inches above the ground
>She doesn't notice you, so you just sit and watch hope it doesn't come near you
>Wouldn't want to ruin this nice time you're having
>She climbs one of the trees, like you remember seeing horses do on Discovery Channel back on earth
>She does a leap of fate off the top branch and majestically rides the wind
>Things turn ugly quickly as she runs out of juice and flails around
>With a wince you watch as she plummets to the ground
*snap*
>You squint at her, shielding the sun from your eyes with one hand
>She's out cold
>Time to work
>You take your time and stretch out of your comfy spot on the grass
>You slowly walk towards her, hands pocketed
>Standing beside her, she lies still, though her hind legs are deformed
>You nudge her side with your shoes in disgust
>she doesn't respond so you pretend she's a football, and it's time for a field goal
>she jumps to life with a ear piercing cry
>After the siren attack you remove your hands from your ears and look back down at her
>She's sobbing uncontrollably heaving for air
>With a smirk you crouch beside her
>making sure not to touch it you try to comfort her in the softest voice you know
>She quiets down some and looks up at you with big pearly eyes, glistening in the beautiful day
>NOW!
>You stand up and plant your heel where it looks like her bone fractured
>She screams, but it turns mute when you apply even more pressure
>She is shaking uncontrollably and you can't keep this boner hidden no more
>With a hand as swift as typhoon you unzip your skinny jeans
>You grab your bratwurst with a firm grip and start stroking the tiger
>Her confused and pained grimace  does wonders, but you need more
>You life your specially fit leather boots and bring your heel down on her other leg, actually breaking the skin
>Shit, you'll have to fucking polish for hours to get that blood out!
>With new-found anger you do a heel-turn on her wound and plant the back of your other heel in the side of her cranial
>With a whimper, followed by a gasp and more crying she lies on the grass trembling
>You're nearing the edge but you don't want to finish yet
>You walk up closer to her as she frantically pulls herself away form you
>The noises she's making are unintelligible
>You take a big step and land it on her tail, demobilizing her
>She still struggles to pull herself forward with her front hooves
>You gently put your other sole to her fragile rump
>Then push away on it with all your might, tearing off a lot of her tail
>She shrieks like a banshee
>Your dick is barely able to handle it
>You decide against your will and control yourself, concluding that this is enough for now
>Like a oil pump on full throttle you milk your sack dry
>You shoot it all into your right hand, bend down and slap her as hard as you can with it
>Disgusted that you actually touched her with your skin, you wipe your hand on the grass next to her and walk away
>As you look at the ground walking, you're reminded that you need Rarity to shine your shoes
>The sobs of Scootaloo fade as you're getting closer to town