Sympathy for Scootaloo Pt 1

>wake up to smoke

>OMG THE HOUSE IS FIRE!

>rush out to the kitchen

>”Oops... sorry,” is the only reply from the little orange Pegasus

>Oh that’s right. You saw Scootaloo wandering around late at night dejectedly and let her crash on your couch

>Wait, why was she just wandering? Oh well, the bigger question “Why are trying to burn my house down?”

>”I wanted to thank you for letting me use your couch. I thought I could make you breakfast”

>You look at the mess. No cooking cutie mark for her.

>”Um that’s cool, I usually don’t...” Knock at the door.

>Oh gee, who could that be?

>Oh yes, Flutterape. “What is it today Flut?”

>”Oh, um.. I just wanted to.” She peers around you.

>Damnit Scoots! She’s rubbing her flank. CUTIE MARKS ARE NOT LIKE SCRATCH-N-SNIFF STICKERS!

>”Fluttershy blushes and looks back to you. “Oh my, I didn’t realize I must be too old for....” You don’t give her a chance to finish and slam the door in her face.

>You hear a muffled “Oh... ok.. later then..” From the other side of the door.

 

>Now that that’s over, you turn to the filly houseguest “Um.. do you need me to walk you to school or something?”

>She gives you a confused look “Uh no. My wings and board can get me there faster than you can walk”

>Well sheeet what the fuck do you know about kids?

>You chuckle awkwardly. You have to admit it was nice to have someone... p0ny around last night. You sad lonely bastard.

>She’s walking towards the door “If you want I guess you could come by AFTER school. Apple Bloom has to help on the farm and Sweetie Belle is helping Rarity with her filly fashion line”

>That makes you smile. Not that Scootaloo wants to hang out more, but that if Apple Bloom’s busy, so will Applejack. Chance of rape decreased by 50%.

>After she leaves, you decide to hit the market and replace some of the food she destroyed.

>”Hi Anon!” Oh lord! Oh it’s just Pinkie.

>You breathe a sigh of relief “Oh hey Pinkie” You wave and go back to shopping.

>Wait a second. Pinkie knows everything about everyp0ny in town.

>”Hey Pinkie. Do you mind checking with Scootaloo’s parents. It was late last night and she was wandering around. I took pity on her and let her stay at my place.” Better safe then sorry, don’t want to be labeled a filly p0ny pedo.

>Pinkie ponders for a second “I don’t think she HAS parents.”

>How horrifying “Well.... Where does she live?”

>”Ummmmmm THE CLOUDS! I wish I could live on a cloud. I bet it’s like sleeping on marshmallows. That gives me an IDEA.” And away she goes.

>You think back. Scootaloo isn’t a great flier. In fact you doubt you’ve ever seen her fly.....

>Is she? Is she a homeless orphan and nop0ny cares?

 

>Who are you to judge? maybe Pegasuses... Pegasi... Whatever, are different. Maybe they don’t have parents or are raised communally?

>Maybe you can ask. You only know of 2 though.

>DAMNIT! Why did Rainbro have to go to BoltCon this year? Well, you’re sure as hell not asking Fluttershy.

>Maybe you could just ask Scootaloo herself later.

>Tricky girl. Probably knew you’d be a sucker and let her stay over again.

>Poor kid.

>You take a little bit of extra time to run by Sugarcube Corner and pick up a cake.

>Who better to look after a kid then a bachelor? Cake for dinner? Why the fuck not?

>You’re feeling pretty good. You’ll be helping out a friend in need and all that good stuff Twilight keeps shouting about.

>You get to the schoolhouse just as a flood of youngin’s charge out.

>they part as they scurry around and past you

>You are a p0ny Moses

>Scootaloo buzzes up on her scooter. “You came!”

>That wasn’t expected

>She coughs nonchalantly

>Quick idiot, say something “I accidentally bought a cake for dinner”

>Ok, don’t worry. It’s not like you sound like you’re trying to get her into your van or anything.

>”Would you like some cake?” WHY ARE YOU SO BAD AT THIS?

>Shut up brain and let me think!

>”Ok, let’s go” She says as she putters off down the road at your walking speed.

>Either you didn’t do as bad as you thought, or she’s just WAY too naive.

>You shrug and catch up to her.

>Your Fluttershy sense tingles!

 

>You walk next to her silently.

>Why are you taking it upon yourself to look after her?

>Why didn’t you ask around town?

>There has to be a reasonable explanation.

>Also, Why do you feel like you need a shower?

>The bushes rustle, followed by your jimmies.

>”Damn it Fluttershy! Why’d I know...” *BAM* a fuzzy ball of anger hits you between the eyes and down you go.

>”Good job Angelbaby”

>Stupid ninja bunny. He gives you a boot to the gut for good measure.

>Oh god why’s he so strong?!

>”Now now, no need for that.” Fluttershy says.

>Thank goodness!

>Wait, did you just thank Fluttershy? You know what’s most likely next right?

>She stands over you and looks down with a not at all creepy smile “This was Angel’s idea. I’m so sorry, but at least I have you...”

>Scootaloo is behind her sobbing.

>”Oh wha.. I...” Fluttershy stumbles

>Scootaloo wipes her tears “Are.. Are you going to hurt him?”

>Fluttershy looks like she may cry too “Oh no, I wouldn’t. I’m just going to take him and...”

>A large sob from Scootaloo cuts her off “Please don’t take him! I have no where else to go!”

>Damnit, if you could just catch your breathe, you’d smack Fluttershy’s shit and run.

>But wait, she’s wavering “I.. oh.. I’m sorry. I guess I don’t have to today. Um have a nice evening I guess” And just like that she disappears into the bushes with her assassin rabbit of hate.

>You get to your knees and look to Scootaloo, make sure she’s ok.

>She has her back to you and her shoulders move up and down. You reach out.

>She turns towards you laughing her ass off. “I can’t believe that worked!”

>My nig-mare

>You straighten yourself out. “Good one. Let’s get that cake Scoots.”

 

>After you two get home and share a nutritious dinner of cake, you start looking through your modest collection of movies.

>Damn, nothing age appropriate.

>”So uh, need help with your homework or anything?” You ask. That’s something kids do right? Homework?

>She climbs up onto the couch and looks at you with confusion “Miss. Cheerilee doesn’t usually do that.”

>”Oh.” You sit in silence for a minute. “I could help with that Cutie Mark thing you like.”

>She frowns “That’s something me and my friends do.”

>Well this is turning out just swimmingly isn’t it.

>No time like the present. Just play this one smooth.

>”Well I guess I should get you home then. I’m sure your parents are worried sick about you”

>”She frowns and looks down “Ok I get it.” She hops off the couch and grabs her scooter. “Most p0nies don’t like to have me around either.”

>Ow damn. That.... Ow

>”Well....”

>What are you doing?

>“I guess if they wouldn’t mind”

>RED ALERT!

>“You could stay another night or so”

>Dumbass.

>Shut up brain, I made my choice.

>She’s so happy, look at her.

>Her little wings flail about and you swear she hovers a few feet off the ground.

>More than hover, hell she’s flying.

>Damn she’s fast and where’s she going?

>Why am I looking at the ceiling and why does my chest hurt?

>Oh that’s right... She plowed into you

>”Thankyouthankyouthankyou!”

>A wheezing cough is all you can muster.

 

>You spend an enjoyable rest of the evening. You decide that a PG-13 movie would be alright. Anything to keep her occupied and let your ribs maintain a not broken state.

>Hell, poor thing probably hasn’t seen many movies.

>She’s glued to the TV.

>Every so often she’ll exclaim or point out something particularly awesome.

>She’s so excitable and just all around daww inspiring.

>She’s like the little sister you never asked for.

>Halfway into the third movie, you notice she’s passed out.

>You probably have diabetes right now... Then again the cake for dinner probably didn’t help.

>You get up and fetch a blanket to drape over her before heading back to your own room

>Oh your poor ribs.

>Why is something so small so dense?

>You reflect on the events of the day and....

>MY GOD MAN! YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?

>Not now brain, I’m feeling pretty happy with myself.

>WELCOME TO FATHERHOOD ASS BRAIN

>Well.. that’s a little harsh.

>No it’s not! You are now taking a familial role in her life. You are now her family support structure. Good going hero.

>I... Well... Damnit brain! Why didn’t you say something sooner?

>OH! YOU! That’s it, I am sooooo going to ooze out of your nose while you sleep or something.

>No you won’t, you need me as much as I need you.... Wait, am I asleep already?

>Yeah man, that’s why you’re able to have such a detailed conversation with your brain.

>Makes sense.

 

>You awake with a start and try to keep your brain in your skull.

>No that was a dream.

>WAIT! No... nothing burning this morning.

>You check the front room.

>”Morning Anon” Scootaloo calls out from the dining table. “There’s still cake left over, so I figured I didn’t need to make breakfast today”

>Oh cake. You’re nourishing and prevented a house fire. Is there anything you CAN’T do?

>You grab a slice and sit down.

>”So you have school today?” That’s a good parent like question right?

>She giggles a little “No, it’s the weekend duh”

>You laugh it off.

>What? now you’re trying to make me look bad brain?

>You do that well enough on your own.

>Shut up brain

>”Have any plans today?” Oh yeah this caretaker thing is easy.

>She goes to take her plate to the sink, but you stop her. She’s too short to reach the counter anyways and you’re afraid if she flew again, she’d revert into a projectile again.

>”Well Me, Apple Bloom, and Sweetie Belle were gonna try to get our Cutie Marks in paintball!” She strikes a combat pose.

>That makes you chuckle.

>You take the two plates and place them in the sink.

>You turn around and see a blur of yellow and pink dive out of view from a window.

>That Pegasus ain’t right.

>You volunteer to walk her to town.

>She lets you this time.

>Thank goodness. Not for her safety, but for yours. You know you’ll be ok once you’re in a population center.

 

>Damn she has a big smile.

>She must really love paintball.

>Wow, she’s not shutting up either.

>Silly kid.

>You smile, nod, and occasionally laugh.

>You wish you could give her a bit more attention, but something still eats away at the back of your mind.

>Oh well, you know where you can find answers.

>You leave the three fillies screaming about something.

>Twilight. She should be able to help. She knows everything.

>You knock on the door to the giant tree and greet the small dragon that answers the door.

>Just a normal afternoon.

>Spike brings you in and like always, Twilight has her nose in a book.

>”Hey Twi”

>She looks up from her reading and perks up. “Oh! have you finally agreed to let me experiment on you?”

>You look to Spike and he just rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

>Damn creepy mare “Um, no... Do you have any books on how to raise a young Pegasus?”

>”Huh... that’s an odd request.” She turns to her book shelf “Let’s see... ‘How to deal with unicorn’s magic spurts’... ‘Earth p0nies and everyp0ny else’.... Huh, nothing about young Pegasus.”

>You curse silently to yourself and go to leave.

>”Why were you looking for such a specific book?” She asks.

>Oh yeah. Twilight = Smart. She could help. Thanks brain

>About damn time you.

>Shut up brain.

>”Hey, um Twi. Do you know what happened to Scootaloo’s parents?”

>She scrunches her nose in thought “No not really. Come to think of it... No that has to be coincidence.”

>”Any help would be great.” You plead

>She sighs. “Well, Rainbow Dash nor Fluttershy has ever mentioned parents. Maybe it’s a Pegasus thing.”

>You were afraid of that. Your next stop will have to be Fluttershy’s