Title:           Sympathy for Scootaloo Pt 4
Author:          TheScooter
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/Te8scWdk
First Edit:      Friday 16th of March 2012 09:36:09 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 16th of March 2012 09:36:09 AM CDT

>Dumbstruck.
>Quick you fool! Say something.
>Well then stop yelling at me and do something brain!
>”It’s because I’m a human isn’t it?” Sweet, pull that species card.
>”What?!?” Aha got her now. “Not at all!”
>”You don’t want your ‘pure P0ny children’ interacting with lowly Homo Sapiens”
>Miss Mayor stands from her desk. You know she doesn’t have a hoof to stand on. “Now see here, I have nothing against you Homos.”
>Wait what? That’s not right, do something!
>”Uh... Hey, that’s OUR word.”
>Smooth
>Not now.
>Miss Mayor grunts disapprovingly. “Who is this regarding? You must have a specific Colt and/or Filly in mind.”
>Ok, time to drop the offended act, it’s not working.
>”Scootaloo....”
>”Oh my,” She interupts. “Yes, I understand... My hooves are still tied, but I understand.”
>Stupid laws
>”Listen, it’s ok if she stays with you. Nop0ny will stop you. Actual adoption is reserved only for couples though.”
>Well, you guess that’s ok. Not the marriage thing, the ‘it’s ok if she lives with you’ part.
>You change the tone and ask for permission to conduct home extension. After everything, she agrees and you slink your dumb ass out.
 
>Ok, so you’ve made progress today.
>Scootaloo inadvertently prevented a rape attempt.
>You got the go ahead of sorts to let her stay with you
>AND your bro should be coming home any time now.
>Yup things are coming up Anon.
>On your way back home... What’s that in the sky? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? NO it’s Rainbow Dash.
>You give a friendly wave, doubting she even saw you.
>To your surprise, she banks your way, does a few loops and lands like a feather right next to you.
>Brohoof.jpg
>”So? How was it?” You ask excitedly, almost bouncing like a schoolgirl.
>Damn, the mayor was right.
>She takes her hooves and holds your face. She’s staring directly at you with a deadpan stare. “It.... was AWESOME!”
>The two of you squeal a bit and do a little jump.
>Yup, looks like you’ll be needing that word.
>In your excitement, you almost forgot. “OH wait to tell me until we get to my place. I kind of have a guest over and they’d LOVE to hear all about it.”
>She lets you go and the two of you start walking home.
>Yup, Scootaloo will love this.”
 
>You walk. Dash keeps herself occupied by doing loops and rolls in the clouds.
>Yup your bro’s back, Scoots will be ecstatic, all around a good day.
>You get to your door and pop it open.
>Scootaloo was busy trying to clean and helped herself to the last of the cake. Whatever, she deserves it.
>Dash trots in and the second Scootaloo sees her, she’s bounding around the couch
>”Oh my gosh you’re back! What was it like? Was it fun? I wish I could go!” bounce bounce bounce
>Rainbow chuckles “Heh yeah... Um Anon.”
>She pulls you in close and whispers “What’s she doing here?”
>Oh that Rainbro, you should have told her sooner. She probably never took you for a kid person.
>”Well, I let her stay with me for a bit... She was all alone and well... I guess I’ve adopted her for a while.”
>Dash gives a half smile. “After she goes to bed, I think we need to have a talk.”
>Well that was cryptic.
>You make a nice dinner and Dash tells of all the sights and wonders she experienced at BoltCon.
>Through the whole thing you get the distinct impression that she’s just mildly putting up with the added presence.
>Soon enough though, the excitement proves enough for your young filly charge.
>With a warm smile, you carry her to your bed and tuck her in. You can withstand that couch for a little bit longer.
>When you get back though, Dash has a solemn look. “Anon.... Don’t get too attached to her.”
>WTF?
 
>”Whoa bro, that’s a little harsh isn’t it?” You sit on the couch, man the tension is REALLY thick right now.
>Dash shakes her head. “It’s complicated. It’s a Pegasus thing.”
>Oh now you get it. “Listen, I know you all don’t have a nuclear family structure, but I think this is for the best.”
>She sighs again “No, that’s not it... She can’t fly.”
>Huh? These p0nies are weird. “All because she can’t really fly doesn’t mean she can’t be loved Dash.”
>She face hoofs and growls. “You just don’t.... Ugh you wouldn’t understand!”
>You get up angrily. How dare she. “I’m a lot smarter then I look Rainbow, give me SOME credit.”
>”No no,” Hah now she’s on the defensive. “I know you’ll understand, but you won’t UNDERSTAND.... Damnit, I need a drink.”
>You let her raid your stash. She doesn’t even bother with a glass and takes a long pull straight from the bottle.
>”She... She’s not here because she’s trying to lead a normal life.”
>Damn cryptic p0nies “So?”
>”She’s here to find her place... Weak fliers have no place in the sky. If she can’t find her place on the ground like Fluttershy.... She’s going to.... The Factory.”
>You gulp hard “What ‘Factory?’”
>She collapses on the couch. “The Rainbow Factory.... In there, not a single soul can get through alive.”
 
>Welp... let’s take inventory.
>This morning you were the happy father figure to an abandoned adorable little Pegasus. Now you’re apparently just an in between until she gets shipped off to a Pegasus death camp.
>Whatthefuckiswrongwiththisplace?
>You sit in stunned silence for what feels like forever. You snatch the bottle from Rainbow and start chugging.
>Hey buddy, you might want to take it easy
>No liver, not today
>Okay
>Rainbow breaks the silence. “Well, it’s not like it’s a guarantee... there are loopholes”
>”You bitch,” you cough as you supress angry tears, yup totally manly tears of anger. “you knew... You of all p0nies knew the most.”
>”Anon, I...”
>You don’t let her finish. “Don’t justify this. Don’t you DARE say this is ‘just your way’”
>Watch it dude, you’re getting pretty tense.
>I know body, can’t help it right now.
>”She needs somep0ny, someone, ANYONE... She needs a hero. A real one, not an idol fad like you.” Venom drops off of every syllable. “I think you need to go before I do something I may regret.”
>She slips out, head low.
>Once again, you collapse on the couch. All your emotions come pouring out of you.
>Hate to say I told you so.
>For the love of Celestia brain...
>I know, we’ll figure something out, together.
>Thanks brain.