Scootaloo buzzed out on his scooter, and soon found himself travelling through the eerily quiet streets of Ponyville. Eerily quiet because there was roaring and screaming all over the place in the distance, but here, there was... nopony here. There were doors closed and windows shuttered, hopefully ponies still in there who hadn’t seen it. A lot of the buildings were just... broken open, like some hoary behemoth had torn them apart to get the ponies within. As if... looking for something. This was definitely not going to be easy to clean up. It’d probably be at least a week before the town looked good as new again. A week after they defeated this thing, that is. It was getting kind of hectic towards the library, with ponies scrambling about, desperate to mount each other, but they kept running away from each other too, running in the direction of the beast. It was drawing them somehow. Nopony held out for more than a few seconds, before crying out and galloping the direction the monster was going. That was what saved Scootaloo from being jumped on and raped... repeatedly, is everypony being torn in that direction. And he’d already finished inside Sweetie Belle! He might be able to get a boner again, but he doubted he would enjoy the third time, or the fourth. Scootaloo might have been new to this whole putting your penis in fillies thing, but he knew it felt pretty terrible to try to keep going when you don’t have the foal goo all ready to go. And with how worked up ponies were, it might not just be his penis that gets up ending hurt... So he managed to dodge the few who tried to jump him, planing left and right as ponies came flying out of the woodwork. A couple who were both stallions for some reason both rolled together right in his path, so Scootaloo sort of used them as a ramp to catch air, shouting, “Sorry!“ behind him as his wings propelled him beyond their grasp. At last the library came into view, and Scootaloo couldn’t have been more relieved to go to a library in his life. That librarian was a real smart cookie, and Spike had said that she knew what to do, so he confidently slid his scooter to a halt and hopped off of it, trotting up to the front door and pulling the knob. It was locked. “Hey!” Scootaloo shouted at the door, as the scattered zombie ponies started to notice him. “Let me in! It’s Scootaloo! Miss Twilight, hurry!” It was unreal as he was trapped with his back to the door and the horny fillies and mares with him in their sights as they staggered towards him then started to run. The door opened, and Scootaloo was yanked inside before he could say your monkey’s uncle, surprised to find himself floating in mid-air as a certain purple unicorn slammed the door shut, leaning on it and engaging a hefty bolt lock that didn’t look like it was there the last time Scootaloo came here.