Title:           Sympathy for Scootaloo Pt 6 Finale
Author:          TheScooter
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First Edit:      Saturday 17th of March 2012 10:45:58 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 17th of March 2012 10:45:58 AM CDT

>”Well wait wha...” You start as you begin to process
>Rainbow takes a deep breathe. “She must have just wanted a ‘birthday’ with friends. Her real birthday wasn’t a few months ago... it was a few days ago.”
>”Wait... why didn’t she tell me?”
>”NOT IMPORTANT! They have her, the Rainbow Patrol’s taking her now!”
>All the no’s
>Wait a second dude.
>Fuck off brain, now is the time for action.
>NO! I need to tell you.... I’m with you man.
>Thanks brain, let’s do this.
>You bolt to your house, the door had already been kicked in.
>In your room.
>YES
>You grab the small wrapped package and head out down the road.
>You’re running faster than you’ve ever run.
>Take off!
>Wait, what?
>Dash has you by your armpits....
>”You... you’re going to help?” You shout up to her over the noise.
>She looks down at you and smiles. “I’m your bro, you know I got your back.”
>“What about ‘tradition’ and all that stuff?”
>Her gaze is stern and set in stone. “Fuck tradition, this is a family matter.”
 
>Ok, this is bad, but you’re sure things will....
>Damn that cloud’s low to the ground.
>that’s no cloud, that’s a zeppelin.
>Dang that thing is huge, how did you miss that flying outside of P0nyville?
>Dash looks down at you, “You’ll get one free shot. I’ll try to land you close by.”
>Free shot? Free shot at what?
>Whoa! that’s a dive... The ground’s getting pretty close.
>What’s that?
>Shit, 2 Pegasus guards and 1 Scootaloo. Now you get it.
>Perpendicular angle to them, buzzing the grassline, getting close.
>You raise your feet up and brace for impact.
>Damnit! the first guard spots you and hits the dirt.
>No such luck for the second.
>BAM! DOWN GOES FRAZIER!
>Dash whips around and you’re back on the ground not 10 feet away.
>Oh man, that guard that ducked is back up.
>”What do you hope to accomplish?” He booms at you. “Even if she were to try to run, it would just fail!”
>”“The only guaranteed way to fail,” you say as you toss out the package you were so set to grab. “Is to not even try.”
>The scooter you’ve worked so hard on rolls to a stop just in front of Scootaloo.
>She looks at it for a second and smiles.
>Now you got it kid.
 
>What’s that move where you grab the handlebars and whip the scooter/bike’s body around?
>Whatever it is, Scoots does it.
>The remaining guard falls to the ground as his foreleg gets smacked out from under him.
>You don’t need to say it, but you do anyways. “RUN!”
>Damn you forgot how fast she could be on one of those things.
>Two more guards pile out of the zeppelin.
>Dash, damn that magnificent mare.
>She buzzes them hard and fast and they take off after her.
>All that’s left is Captain Killjoy who’s recovered and starts off towards Scoots.
>Oh hell nah!
>10 feet? You close that easy.
>Want to fly ass? Well you have a hold of his back legs and.... uh-oh
>Dummy, Dash could lift you, why did you think he couldn’t.
>Carry? I don’t care!
>FALCON PUNCH!
>You rolled a nat 20 on your called shot, his balls.
>Ok, new problem, gravity.
>You grab him around the waist and twist your body.
>You saw this in a movie once.
>In theory, his body will absorb most of the impact and your kinetic energy will.....
>Hello ground.
 
>You cough and spit the blood out of your mouth.
>You pray you only bit your lip.
>Now, have to make sure...
>AH MY LEG!
>A hoof knocks your leg out from under you.
>A second sends you to the ground sprawled on your back.
>Damn, this asshole’s still alive and kicking.
>He’s on you. Pinning you to the ground with his fore hooves.
>He rears back and...
>Crack! There goes a rib or two.
>”Couldn’t just let the little waste go, could you?” He growls as he rears back.
>Sorry Scoots, Hope you can find some other family.
>What’s that noise?
>Damn, your girl CAN fly.
>She leans back.
>A backflip, ballsy move.
>The rear wheel of Scootaloo’s scooter makes contact with the homicidal guards face.
>He sprawls across the field.
>She swings back around.
>Why isn’t she smiling? She should be ecstatic.
>You look over your shoulder.
>Oh, may have something to do with the small army behind you.
 
>Well, it was fun. You did your best.
>Least you can do is go down with some dignity.
>”Company!” You hear a cry from somewhere. “CHARGE!”
>Welp....
>The first few ranks stop. They don’t just stop, they hit something, like an invisible wall.
>Are you a wizard?
>Wait, what are you seeing?
>A boulder flies out of left field and breaks the ranks.
>From the rear, it looks like bodies are flying.
>Is that? Is that really Pinkie Pie sucking p0nies into a cartoon dust cloud?
>You turn to run, but you notice that at least 3 guards had found their way around the shield, guess it wasn’t a bubble.
>”You hurt my friend, I will be. YOUR. END!” Fluttershy impacts the ground between you and them.
>Are they just running from her stare? Damn.
>Rainbow pops down next to you. “Get Scootaloo and get out of here Dash.” You shout.
>She doesn’t question you. She takes the kid and zooms off.
>You turn back as the last of the dust settles. Aside from Fluttershy who’s now next to you and Rainbow Dash, you see Twilight, Rarity, Pinkie, and Applejack.
>You... you helped me.
>”Well duh silly, we’re your friends.”
>”And we couldn’t possibly let poor Scootaloo suffer any heartache.” Rarity adds.
>Damn, that was... damn.
>An unfamiliar voice calls from the battlefield. “Bravo, my little ponies.”
 
>Fluttershy starts shaking next to you and her eyes are nothing but pinpricks.
>You put a comforting hand on her shoulder. It doesn’t help much.
>“Th...th....the Director....” She spits out.
>Through the smoke walks a muscled, older Pegasus with an eyepatch.
>Why an eyepatch? Oh that’s right, because he’s evil.
>You puff out your chest and stare him down. “You’re not taking her.” You warn.
>The bastard laughs. “What? Will you use the ‘Elements of Harmony’ to turn me into a sunflower or something?”
>Oh man. Brain you with me?
>Fuck yes.
>Feet? What’s the temperature like?
>Hot bro.
>Body?
>I’ve seen better days, but I’ll manage.
>Heart?
>Do you even need to ask?
>”They could use the elements.” You start walking towards him, picking up a stick as you do. “Or I could just beat on you until you beg me to stop.”
 
>The ass is just smiling at you
>You start walking fast. Just before you break into a run, you hear Rainbow.
>”Stop!”
>What the hell? She’s supposed to be getting Scootaloo out of here, why’s are they back.
>The Director looks up at her. “Ah finally, somep0ny with a sense of tradition.” He points to the ground with a hoof. “If you’d be so kind and bring the child here please.”
>Ha, like she’d ever.... What? Rainbow? why are you going to him?
>Her head hangs low “you’re a p0ny of tradition and rules huh?”
>Bro, why are you doing this?
>With outstretched hooves, she presents Scootaloo, poor Scootaloo. She’s not even struggling.
>The Director pauses, examines the filly.
>He just shrugs and turns away leaving Dash with Scootaloo.
>”Oh well, traditions are tradition. I’ll spare any repercussions seeing as though you all are the Princess’ special favorites.”
>What’s happening?
>Twilight interjects. “Oh don’t worry, she’ll hear all about it and this factory!”
>The Director turns and raises an eyebrow. “My dear, who do you think authorized the facility in the first place?”
>And like that, he takes off.
 
>That’s it.
>You fall back into the dirt, sitting in stunned silence.
>”Th.. Thank you.” Is all you can muster.
>They’re all looking at you with smiles.
>Friends looking after friends. Can it get any better?
>Dash flutters over and lets Scootaloo down in front of you.
>She has her mark... She found her place.
>A scooter overlayed on what appears to be a painted human hand.....
>No helping it, you’re crying and you don’t give a damn.
>She smiles, her own eyes misting over. “You... you came for... for me.”
>”Didn’t I say i wasn’t going to just leave you?”
>She flies into your arms and presses her face into your chest. “Daddy!”
>Well that just made you cry harder.