Title:           Scootaloo Fic Attempt 1
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Sunday 15th of April 2012 01:19:48 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 15th of April 2012 01:19:48 PM CDT

You're near the edge of the Everfree forest gathering firewood for your place on a damp fall evening. The wind has begun to pick up, making the ends of your tailor made scarf from Rarity flap in the wind. You're ready to head back when you hear a faint noise on the wind. You can't quite make out what it is, but you decide to investigate. You bundle up your firewood and carry it on your back as you set out towards the sound.
It's not exactly easy going. The trees are sparce at first, but after a minute or two the trees loom around you, the light playing an eerie glow across their branches. You're a little unnerved but you press on towards the sound.
Another few minutes and the sound is getting louder. It sounds like...crying. Fearing that someone may be in danger you quicken your pace, stumbling over some roots sticking hazardously out of the ground.
The sun is waning now and you begin to wonder if this is a good idea. You've never been in the Everfree for very long, let alone at night. The thoughts of terrifying creatures plays at your mind, weakening your resolve. You swear that if you don't find anyone within the next five minutes, you'll turn around and head back home as quick as possible.
The sound of body wracking sobs grows louder. Surely they're just moments away.
You quicken your pace even further, reaching a sprint.
Unfortunately this causes you to stop paying attention to your footing. You leap an overturned log only to fall into a pit.
 
You collide with something at the bottom, something living. You cry out in surprise as the other cries out in terror, a girlish peal ripping through the air. The two of you disentangle yourselves from one another and stand as far apart as the meager pit will allow. The light is fading but you can still make out a coat of orange with a purple mane rather clearly. It's Scootaloo.
She's shaking in fright, covered in mud and her eyes are bloodshot. Tiny rivulets of tears break wet paths in the mud covering her cheeks as she sniffles.
You give a great sigh as you realize she's not a predator of some sort. A relieved laugh escapes you as you slide to a sitting position. Your muscles hurt a bit from the fall, but nothing feels damaged.
Scootaloo is still frightened out of her mind however. You can't blame her, the two of you really never met. She doesn't know you too well and you only hear about her exploits from AppleBloom on the rare occasion you see her.
"Hey, you're Scootaloo, right? God am I glad to see you instead of some monster." You're almost giddy with relief despite the situation you find yourself in.
"W-who are you?" she mumbles, sniffling again. Her tears have stopped for the time being but she still looks like hell turned over.
You briefly introduce yourself before looking around the hole you managed to fall in. It doesn't look man, or pony, made. Maybe a shallow sink hole or somesuch. Doesn't matter, you decide, just have to find a way back out.
Not wanting to give away your own misgivings about how you're going to get out of this, you ask Scootaloo what she was doing out here in the Everfree.
"I was j-j-just practicing on m-my scooter," she points to somewhere outside the hole, "I went over a l-log and next thing I knew..." she breaks off as tears well up in her eyes again. "I've b-been out here for who knows how long, crying for h-help!"
She's crying freely again, burying her face in her front hooves and collapsing onto the ground.
"H-hey it's ok, I'm here now. I can help you get out of this mess don't worry." You reassure her. Admittedly you don't know how you're going to get out of the hole yet, but you need to calm her down first. You take the few steps between you and put your arms around her, one arm wrapped around her in a comforting hug with your other hand running through her leaf and stick infested mane, while whispering "It'll be alright." in her ear.
She wraps her hooves around you and buries her face in your chest, getting mud all over you and soaking a spot on your light windbreaker clean through to your T-Shirt underneath. You sit like this for a while, you running your hand through her mane while she grips you ever tigher, sounds of her muffled crying echoing in the space around you.
You're near the edge of the Everfree forest gathering firewood for your place on a
damp fall evening. The wind has begun to pick up, making the ends of your tailor made
scarf from Rarity flap in the wind. You're ready to head back when you hear a faint
noise on the wind. You can't quite make out what it is, but you decide to investigate.
You bundle up your firewood and carry it on your back as you set out towards the
sound.
It's not exactly easy going. The trees are sparse at first, but after a minute or two
the trees loom around you, the light playing an eerie glow across their branches.
You're a little unnerved but you press on towards the sound.
Another few minutes and the sound is getting louder. It sounds like...crying. Fearing
that someone may be in danger you quicken your pace, stumbling over some roots
sticking hazardously out of the ground.
The sun is waning now and you begin to wonder if this is a good idea. You've never
been in the Everfree for very long, let alone at night. The thoughts of terrifying
creatures plays at your mind, weakening your resolve. You swear that if you don't find
anyone within the next five minutes, you'll turn around and head back home as quick as
possible.
The sound of body wracking sobs grows louder. Surely they're just moments away.
You quicken your pace even further, reaching a sprint.
Unfortunately this causes you to stop paying attention to your footing. You leap an
overturned log only to fall into a pit.
 
You collide with something at the bottom, something living. You cry out in surprise as
the other cries out in terror, a girlish peal ripping through the air. The two of you
disentangle yourselves from one another and stand as far apart as the meager pit will
allow. The light is fading but you can still make out a coat of orange with a purple
mane rather clearly. It's Scootaloo.
She's shaking in fright, covered in mud and her eyes are bloodshot. Tiny rivulets of
tears break wet paths in the mud covering her cheeks as she sniffles.
You give a great sigh as you realize she's not a predator of some sort. A relieved
laugh escapes you as you slide to a sitting position. Your muscles hurt a bit from the
fall, but nothing feels damaged.
Scootaloo is still frightened out of her mind however. You can't blame her, the two of
you really never met. She doesn't know you too well and you only hear about her
exploits from Apple Bloom on the rare occasion you see her.
"Hey, you're Scootaloo, right? God am I glad to see you instead of some monster."
You're almost giddy with relief despite the situation you find yourself in.
"W-who are you?" she mumbles, sniffling again. Her tears have stopped for the time
being but she still looks like hell turned over.
You briefly introduce yourself before looking around the hole you managed to fall in.
It doesn't look man, or pony, made. Maybe a shallow sink hole or some such. Doesn't
matter, you decide, just have to find a way back out.
Not wanting to give away your own misgivings about how you're going to get out of
this, you ask Scootaloo what she was doing out here in the Everfree.
"I was j-j-just practicing on m-my scooter," she points to somewhere outside the hole,
"I went over a l-log and next thing I knew..." she breaks off as tears well up in her
eyes again. "I've b-been out here for who knows how long, crying for h-help!"
She's crying freely again, burying her face in her front hooves and collapsing onto
the ground.
"H-hey it's ok, I'm here now. I can help you get out of this mess don't worry." You
reassure her. Admittedly you don't know how you're going to get out of the hole yet,
but you need to calm her down first. You take the few steps between you and put your
arms around her, one arm wrapped around her in a comforting hug with your other hand
running through her leaf and stick infested mane, while whispering "It'll be alright."
in her ear.
She wraps her hooves around you and buries her face in your chest, getting mud all
over you and soaking a spot on your light windbreaker clean through to your T-Shirt
underneath. You sit like this for a while, you running your hand through her mane
while she grips you ever tighter, sounds of her muffled crying echoing in the space
around you.
 
 
After a time she finally stops crying. Sniffling and apologizing she withdraws from
your embrace. You brush off some of the mud on your chest before giving her a small
smile of reassurance. With that you take a look around the pit again.
In the haste of your first look around you missed that your lumber bundle made it down
here too, more or less intact. Smaller branches you collected are smashed and useless,
but the larger ones remain. You look at the walls of the pit, deciding they're just
barely too tall to scale with  your hands. But if you had some hand holds...something
to hold onto....
It comes to you in a flash. The firewood! Those nice medium sized ones could stick
into the wall of the pit, the walls being made only of dirt!
"I've got it!" you shout, causing Scootaloo to flinch but look on in anticipation.
You grab a handful of the branches at your feet and tie them together with the
remnants of thin rope you used to bundle it originally. The rope snapped in a few
places, but it's still able to be tied in knots.
Once you've made two smaller bundles in this fashion you walk to the side of the pit.
You reach up and jab one into the wall. With an extreme effort you raise yourself up
on one before jabbing your left hand's bundle into the wall a little farther up. They
hold your weight.
"Scootaloo, get on my back!" you instruct, face turning red from holding the position.
She scrambles up your pant legs and wraps her hooves around your neck, careful not to
choke you.
You pull yourself up a little then quickly let go of the right bundle, grasping for
the top of the pit. Your hand finds the ledge and you raise your right leg onto the
bundle your hand was previously on. You push yourself and Scootaloo a little higher,
hoping to grasp something above the pit to pull the two of you up.
Your hand waves in empty space and you fear this won't work when you swing it farther
right and feel a branch or some offshoot. Whatever it is you grab it, letting go of
the bundle in your left hand and pulling for everything you're worth.
Both hands are now on this branch and you're pulling on it, kicking at the dirt wall
below you to push yourself farther. When you get the upper half of yourself over the
ledge you shift your hands and keep pulling. Scootaloo jumps off your back onto solid
ground and turns, pulling on your arms to help you up. With a final tug you get your
legs up over the ledge.
You lay there for a while, the two of you catching your breath. After a while
Scootaloo gives a nervous chuckle of relief that builds into a deep bellied laugh.
She'd probably be dancing with joy if she weren't so tired.
 
Despite the feeling that hours have passed it's only been half an hour tops if the
sun's waning position is anything to go by. That doesn't mean it's not getting dark.
Night is fast approaching and you want to get the hell out of this damned forest
before something worse than a pitfall happens to you. So you and Scootaloo search
around the edges of the pit for her scooter, being careful not to fall back into it.
You've come across it when a noise behind the two of you makes your blood run cold.
 
It's the sound of something growling.
 
Scootaloo begins to turn around in terror as you grab her in one arm much like a
football and sprint directly away from the pit and the growling as fast as your legs
can carry the two of you. The light is truly dim now and it's getting hard to see but
you're sprinting as fast as you can, Scootaloo screaming the entire time. You stumble
a few times but regain your balance and charge through the smaller branches that seem
to be reaching out to stop you. You're charging through the brush in a mad panic when
suddenly it's gone. You're out of the Everfree.
 
You keep running.
 
Who knows if the thing that growled is still chasing you, you're running for your
life. Fate has smiled on you however and you exited the forest about where you entered
so you aren't far from home. Another moment or two passes as you run and your house
comes into view. You make it, flinging the door open and tossing Scootaloo inside
before taking the moment to look behind you, anticipating some great beast to fall on
you as you turn. It never comes. The area around your house is as empty as you're
accustomed to. This doesn't stop you from quickly entering your house and slamming the
door shut, throwing every lock you have into place to keep whatever horrors may or may
not still be out there away from you.
 
Eventually it becomes apparent that nothing followed you, so you begin to relax. It's
as you plop yourself into your favorite chair that you remember Scootaloo is still
here, sitting on your couch looking nervous. You tell her that the two of you are in
the clear and she gives a huge sigh of relief, sinking further into the couch as she
finally relaxes. You take a look at a clock on the wall, and find it's suddenly rather
late. How long have you been sitting here?
 
With this thought you come to the conclusion that you need a very hot bath. You draw
one up and offer Scootaloo first use since she's far dirtier than you. She tentatively
accepts, but asks that you join her. "It's uh...really hard to reach my wings and
clean them. I usually have to have someone do it for me." You aren't sure what to
think of this, but go along with it. You slap on some swimming trunks before heading
into the bath with Scootaloo since you aren't sure that it'd be ok to be naked in the
tub with a young filly. Not that anyone would barge into your home and find out, it
just doesn't sit comfortably with you.
 
You both ease yourselves into the steaming hot bath water, feeling the warmth work
it's way into your muscles while you give audible sighs of relief. For a time you just
sit there soaking while Scootaloo dips her head under the water and starts working
some of the debris out from her mane. You grab a scrubbing pad from beside the tub,
lather a nice foam of soap on it, and set out scrubbing her back for her. She gives a
small squeak of surprise before gently moaning as the firm bristles brush across her
back. When you feel her back is sufficiently scrubbed and soap covered you move onto
her tiny wings, which prove to be quite sensitive. As the bristles work their way over
the tips of her wings she gives out a cry of pleasure before covering her mouth with
her hooves in embarrassment. It's no use however. Every time you move the brush ever so
slowly across her delicate wings a muffled cry can be heard. You hate to admit it but
it's getting you really turned on. You shake your head quickly, as though to dispel
the thoughts now creeping into your mind. She's just a filly! And...and it just
feels...wrong somehow.
"P-please...don't stop," she says softly, "my wings aren't clean yet, I can feel it."
Her wings look clean to you, but at her insistence that they aren't clean you start
scrubbing them again. Her hooves don't cover her mouth fast enough to stop an emphatic
"Ah!~" from escaping. After another minute of deft scrubbing she lets out a muffled
cry and shudders for a moment, and you're almost certain the now tepid bathwater the
two of you are in got warmer very briefly. She has a shocked look on her face as she
looks at you. "I-I'm sorry! My wings are clean now!" she says emphatically as she
jumps out of the bath.
"Did that just happen?" runs through your mind as you turn the scrubbing brush on
yourself zealously, as though you could physically wash away this strange feeling you
have.
 
After you finish washing and clothe yourself in some pajamas you find Scootaloo in
your kitchen, no doubt hungry after everything she's gone through today. She blushes
as though caught doing something she shouldn't be when you enter. Before she can say
anything your stomach growls loud enough for both of you to hear. "Guess you aren't
the only hungry one" you say with a small laugh. She giggles a little, but can't seem
to look you in the eye. You decide on some warm milk and pb&j sandwiches for the both
of you and start up a short movie for the two of you to watch as you eat. Scootaloo
sits on the edge of the couch while you're in your chair.
When the movie ends you look over to where Scootaloo is lying only to find her asleep.
It's no surprise really. You feel weird taking the bed and forcing her on the couch,
so you gently pick her up and carry her to your room. Her eyes open wearily as you lay
her down and start pulling the covers over her. "mm....Th..Thank you..." she whispers.
You quietly shush her, pulling the blankets up to her chin. With a look of complete
comfort she closes her eyes and quickly falls asleep. You tiptoe from the room with a
spare pillow, shutting the door quietly before heading to the living room to sleep on
the couch. You lose yourself thinking about what happened today and fall asleep
rapidly.
 
You awake to a warm feeling all over your chest. You snap open your eyes only to see
Scootaloo laying on your chest, blanket draped over the both of you. You wonder how
she got on top of you without waking you up, but disregard it in favor of the
wonderful sensation of having someone hold you. You raise a hand slowly and run a few
fingers through her mane, marveling at how the light plays off it's purple sheen. She
begins to stir awake at your touch, so you scratch her behind one of her ears with a
finger making her smile as she wakes up. Once fully awake, she hops off of you in
embarassment apparently realizing what was going on. You get up to make the two of you
breakfast as she says "H-hey Anon. If you see Rainbow Dash, can you...not tell her
about this? Please?" You remember in vivid detail what happened last night and
promptly swear to never tell anyone what happened.