Title:           The Wonderful Misadventures of Scootaloo and Kid Anon
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Thursday 19th of November 2015 10:29:36 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 19th of November 2015 10:29:36 PM CDT

>Be kid Anon in Equestria.
>Be attending your thirteenth birthday at your adoptive mother’s crystal castle.
>Twilight, the princess of friendship, is your adoptive over protective parent pony.
>Everyone is there, and everyone brought you a present… Twilight made sure this would be the case.
>She invited everyone from Ponyville herself, and had her friend Pinky decorate and throw the party.
>Subsequently everyone arrived bearing gifts for their princesses’ adopted little human… but no one talked to you.
>No one except for your only friend in the world, Scootaloo.
>The rest just kind of looked at you in a strange way, as they always did, because after all you were the freak show, the only human in all of Equestria, and all of Equestrian history.
>And there you were in the middle of it all, a mountain of colorfully wrapped presents behind you, a crowd of gawking colorful ponies in front of you, and an itchy colorful hat atop your shaggy head.
>At least Scoots was there
>”Anon, won’t you open another present? Rarity spent all day making it for you.” Twilight floated a rectangular box onto your lap
“Oh heh, yah. I was just, you know, thinking” You shift your bleary gaze from the purple maned little Pegasus that was smiling at you to the equally purple package resting on your thighs.
>You already knew what it was going to be, some kind of cloths, because what else would Rarity of all people make for you?
>”Oh go on darling, open it. I know you’ll just love it” The marshmallow mare poked you with her magic.
>You oblige, putting on your best excuse of a smile.
>You rip into the decorative paper ferociously, like you had the past fifty presents.
>Once you open the box within your greeted with something unexpected… but at the same time in a way expected.
>It’s a mostly black hoodie with some red swirling patterns on the arms and the red silhouette of a skateboard on the back.
>For the first time a present you could actually use, not some gem or “special” ticket to the local spa… whatever that meant
>You could wear this, and best of all you could see yourself wearing this.
“T-Thank you Rares. I’ll wear this all the time!”
>”Oh it was nothing Anon, it should fit you like a doll, at least if you haven’t grown much since I made your current attire.
>It’s true, Rarity was the sole designer and fabricator of all your clothes since you’d arrived in this wonderfully weird land of talking ponies.
>She never even charged you, ever. Always said she’d “make anything for my best friend’s child”.
>Still you suspected that Twi was paying her back some way.
>You look behind you and catch your pony mom giving a weird half lidded glance at Rarity.
“Hrm…” Strange you think to yourself.
>You let out a somewhat loud, and very visible yawn.
>Your party had been going on for the past five hours, and it was becoming late.
>You’d noticed some of your less familiar guests were becoming somewhat ancy. You guessed they were wanting to get this over with even more than you.
>You glance behind you again… and you’d hardly put a dent into the mountain of gifts your guests had brought for you.
>Your common frown returning to your face, you look at Twilight with pleading eyes
>She just sort of cocks her head at you
>She never was very good at reading body language.
>Not wanting to let your melancholy known to your guests you arise and whisper to her.
“Ummm Twi, can we end this. I think the guests are getting tired… and so am I.”
>Her ears droop instantly, and she gets this sad look on her face
>”A-aren’t you having fun Anon? We haven’t even played pin the horn on the Unicorn yet.”
>At least she had the good sense to whisper this to you.
>You glance back at the waiting crowd.
>You see a few earth ponies chatting among themselves, a few pegasi look like they’re about to fall asleep, and Dimond Tiara and Silver Spoon were shooting you the most wicked “Let us leave already” look they could muster. Then there was Scootaloo and her other friends… they looked bored, but Scoots was still giving you that encouraging smile
“Twi, I did have fun.” You were lying… you didn’t think she could tell “But we have to let our guests go home, all of Ponyville is here. They have lives too.”
>”Y-yah, your right Anon. If it’s what you want.”
“It is. I want to go to bed” You weren’t lying this time, you were very tired from all this excitement.
>”o-Oh-k-kay now” Twilight was trying to use her commanding voice, but it wasn’t working.
>You give her a little poke in the foreleg and her horn begins to glow as her voice amplifies over the din of the party.
>”Everypony, can I have your attention. Anon and I would like to thank you for attending his thirteenth birthday, and his first in Equestria, but he’s tired out, and would like to go to bed.”
>You thought you could hear some sighs of relief throughout the crowd.
>Great, just a real reason for the denizens of Ponyville to dislike you. You could honestly care less.
>The ballroom seems to clear out in a matter of minutes with just you, Twi, the rest of the Elements of Harmony, and Scoots left in the enormous sparkling room.
>One by one the elements say their goodbyes and file out. They always were a lot kinder to you than the rest.
>You honestly can’t tell if their friendly to you because your Twi’s adopted son or if they actually want to be your friends.
>”Hey, hope you had a good birthday kiddo. Swing by my place oneday if you want to play with that new hoofball of yours
>”Ohhhh wasn’t this just the best party EVER!? How will we even do better NEXT year?”
>”I do hope you enjoy that, errr, hoo-die, Anon. I’ve never made anything like it before, but Twi told me you talked about how you missed them so.”
>”Ahh iffen you ever want more of mah families home cookin, just stop by Sweet Apple Acres”
>”o-oh Anon, when, oh, if, you want your free pet, I’m always at my cottage… always”
>Flutters almost seemed to choke on that last word. You thought nothing more about it
>You hugged each of them before they left, and Twi thanked them all for coming to the party.
>All of them had left before she noticed little Scoots quietly waiting in the corner, still smiling, and throwing you quick little glances as she tried to distract herself by looking around.
>”Umm Scoots, what are you still doing here?”
>”Oh, um, I – I just wanted to give Anon my present.”
>Is she blushing a little?
>You walk over to her, and plop your butt on the ground and go cross legged. She does the same, plopping herself in the ground.
>She looks into your eyes for a second, you see your reflection in her magnificent purple orbs.
“… So, what was it you wanted to give me?”
>”Oh, heh, yah, that’s right” She whips her head around, and takes a roughly wrapped package from behind her back.
>It’s a long, relatively thin, and somewhat wide box with a little red bow on top.
>There’s a tag on it.
>’To Anon <3 From Scoots’ in poor hoofwriting
>You smile up at her
“Thank you Scoots.”
>”Well aren’t you gunna open it?” she asks, almost a little flustered.
“Haha, yah I guessss if you want me to so bad” You love teasing her, it’s the only thing you know which gets her flustered, and you love seeing the feathers on her wings get all fluffy
>”Oh come on Anon, I spent everything I had on that for you” She’s blushing a little again… you’ve never seen her blush this much in your three months in Equestria.
>Your devilish smile suddenly vanishes as you realize what she said.
“Y-you didn’t have to do that, you know you’re my best friend. You could have given me a carrot, and it would be better than anything all these other ponies gave me.”
>”Just open it already stupid! A-also do you really mean that Anon?”
“Of course Scoots…” Were you blushing now? Ahh probably nothing.
>Not wasting another second you rip off the wing decorated paper loosely wrapped around a stiff cardboard box.
>You inspect the box trying to guess what’s inside, just like you used to when you celebrated birthdays back on Earth.
>It’s entirely blank. You shake it, and there’s just the slightest little thump from inside.
>Your entirely at a loss. You never asked for anything this birthday, just letting the ponies do whatever they wanted.
>You give Scoots a curious look.
>”Just open it already, yourrr killing me” She plays with her mane a little
>You oblige and rip open one end to some packing paper.
>Removing the paper your greeted with a familiar sight.
>Metal trucks, plastic wheels, and the rough grit of gripe tape.
>Your eyes go wide as you look back up at Scoots. She’s just smiling at you.
>You return your attention to the package, yanking your new board from it’s box.
>It’s beautiful. You spin each of the wheels, inspecting the bearings, they twirl for well over a minute. You flip it over and inspect the underside. There’s a crudely pained pony skull surrounded in flames on the bottom.
>You stand up, hoping onto the board, leaning left, leaning right, feeling the resistance of the trucks.
>”Go on, give it a spin!” Scoots encourages you
>Kicking off you feel the wonderful, nearly forgotten, sensation of gliding over the polished floor of the palace.
>You do a little circle around the mountain of lesser presents, eventually ending up in front of Scoots.
>Hopping off, you sit back down facing her.
>Tears forming in your eyes from memories of days long past you wrap Scoots in a great hug which she returns to you.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you Scootaloo. You’re the best friend ever.” You whisper into her ear.
>”Haha, well you wouldn’t stop telling me about how you rode one of them everywhere back when you were… you know…” She trilled off.
“Alive?” You finish her sentence.
>She breaks the hug, looking at you in a sad, weird way.
>”But, but you are alive, I’m alive, what do you mean?”
“Yah, your right, anyway do you want to break this in with me tomorrow?” You want to change the subject.
>”You know it bro!” She perked up again
>Suddenly Twilight is right next to you inspecting your new board with a worrisome look upon her purple muzzle.
>”A-anon, is this… Safe?” She asked in the most worried voice you’ve ever heard from her.
>You smirk
“It’s safe as long as I don’t mess up.”
>”Ohno ohno ohno ohno!” She pops out of existence in a purple spark
>”That was weird” Scoots comments, playing with her hair again.
“Yah she has a way of doing that sometimes.” You comment in a normal volume
>”Hay Anon, t-that wasn’t the only thing I wanted to give you.”
>Now you can tell she was definitely blushing.
“What el-mmmhmmm~”
>Scoots leaned forward so quickly you couldn’t have dodged or blocked if you wanted to… but why would you want to?
>She had her lips pressed against yours, her eyes squeezed shut and a wicked blush across her face.
>Your eyes however were wide open in surprise. An equal blush growing on your face. You couldn’t do anything but sit very still in shock at this new experience.
>You mean you had been kissed before, by family, but usually on the cheek, but this, this was a whole new thing. And it gave you all new kinds of feelings all over your body, but mostly in your pants for some reason.
>You two remained like this for roughly ten seconds, but it well could have been an eternity to the two of you.
>Suddenly, hesitantly, Scoots peaked open one of her eyes to look at your face. Than peaked open the other one, and saw you were staring into her purple mane.
>Backing up quickly, and blushing furiously she stood up, wings beating a little.
>”Oh, um, bye Anon, see you tomorrow!” She practically runs out of the palace.
>Your just left there on the floor, stunned, not sure what to do.
>You sit there for a few minutes before you notice a hardness in your pants. This had only happened some mornings recently, never during the day… but then again you’ve never felt like this before.
>Suddenly there’s a flash of light and Twilight pops back into existence before you with a red helmet in her mouth.
>She flutters over you placing it upon your head of shaggy hair.
>”There, perfect fit! Now I know nothing will happen to my little Nonny”
“Twiii, can you not? I’m thirteen for Celestia’s sake, enough with the baby names.”
>”Oh, I-I’m sorry Anon” She looked hurt, which hurts you more.
“Oh, it’s okay Twily, you poke her foreleg”
>The name elicits a little giggle from her which makes your soul feel a little better.
>”Where’d Scootaloo go, I was only gone for a minute”
“She had to go home, we’ll be hanging out tomorrow.”
>”Oh, well I want you to wear the helmet whenever you ride that, that, thing.” She glances over to your new skateboard, idly resting next to you.
>”Do you promise?”
“Yes Mooom. Stick a cupcake in my eye and the works” You roll your eyes a little, but you’ll obey her. She’s the closest thing you have to family these days, and seeing her hurt or disappointed hurts you deep in your soul.
 >”Thank you Anon, it means a lot… What say we get to bed?”
“Sure” *yawns* “I’m so tired”
>You give one last inspection to your pants to make sure everything is back to normal before you stand up.
“Hey Twilight, can I ask you a question?”
>”Sure Anon, you can ask me anything.” She answers with the most motherly loving tone she can muster
“W-what are you supposed to do when a girl kisses you?”
>This stops Twilight in her tracks, but she quickly regains her posture, and continues walking with you to your chambers
>”W-well Anon, if you like her, you’re supposed to kiss her back”
“Oh… but I mean what else?”
>”Did Scootaloo kiss you?” She pokes you in the shoulder
>The blush returns to your face, and you feel a stirring in your pants again.
>Please no, not here, not in front of Twilight, this feels wrong… but Scootaloo won’t get out of your head.
>”Hey, I have a book for you Anon.”
>Again she pops out of existence, thankfully.
>You rush to your chambers, strip to your boxers, and fling yourself under the covers before Twi can pop back.
>A few minutes later she pops back next to your bed with a book in her magic.
>”Here Anon, this should tell you everything you want to know.”
“thank you Twi” you say in your smallest, most embarrassed voice.
>”Just do me a favor, and actually read this one.” She jokes, placing it on your nightstand.
>”Anyway I hope you had fun today, sleep well birthday boy.”
>Twilight slips out of the room, leaving you with a lit candle and the mysterious book that will ‘tell you everything you want to know’.
>Wearily you glance at the cover. Above a picture of two stylized ponies touching noses the title reads ‘Growing into Yourself: Pony Love, Romance, and Sexuality’.
>Just the title makes you blush, and you decide to allow yourself to sleep for the night.
>Blowing out the candle, you pull the covers over your head and drift to sleep dreaming of the wonderful bronze filly who kissed you and made you feel as you never have.