>Alright.
>Don't worry.
>It's only your first night here working at the mental institution.
>To be honest, tards terrify you.
>But the pay here is incredible and you're working at night so you don't have to see any of them.
>Which is pretty cool.
>You bend down in the hallway to pick up a dime when the sound of wheels rolling along the tiles is heard.
>Turn around and see Scootaloo coming down on her electric scooter.
>Her head rests on one of her shoulders and she drools a bit.
>"ME SCOOT SCOOT!"
>You're frozen in fear of the fucktard and just watch as she approaches at a whopping 3mph.
>She kicks the scooter into maximum scooterdrive and smashes into you.
>The impact sends you tumbling forward.
>You slam your head against the wall, but don't pass out because that's a really overused plot device.
>Grab your head and groan in pain.
>Then turn around to see Scootaloo coming up in her scooter.
>With your cat like agility, you manage to still get hit by it.
>She now pins you against the wall with it.
>WHY DID THESE FUCKING THINGS HAVE TO BE SO HEAVY?!
>WHY ARE YOU SO WEAK?!
>WILL LITTLE JOHNNY EVER GET OUT OF THAT WELL?!
>Wait, wrong story.
>She lets out a bestial tard roar, the entire time slobbering on herself and sending spit flying all over your face.
"W-WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"
>"WAN SCOOT SCOOT ANON!"
>She pushes her scooter harder against your throat.
"ACK!"
>She backs up a little bit.
"JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!"
>"SCOOT ME SCOOT ME!"
>Although her head remains stuck to the side, her eyes motion down to her crotch.
>You look as well and Jesus Christ someone forgot to turn off the faucet before they left her vagina.
>Her sexual juices run down her scooter and droplets land on your chest.
"YOU'RE FUCKING CRA-"
>She slams your throat again.
>Fuck that doesn't tickle.
>"NO TALK, SCOOT ME!"
>She backs up and waits for your response.
"YOU-"
>Wait a fuck.
>Think about this.
>If you say no, she'll probably destroy what's left of your adam's apple.
>If you say yes, you'll have to do something groth.
>Thhuper thhuper grothh.
>Eh, being gross is better than pain.
"Alright!"
>"YAY! SCOOT ME! SCOOT SCOOTALOO!"
>Slowly bring a finger up to her pussy while looking away.
>She slowly comes closer to your neck.
>"WATCH WHILE SCOOTING SCOOTALOO."
>You turn back to her and watch as your fingers come up to her pussy.
>When you rub her drenched snatch, she lets out a noise similar to that of a crying dog.
>Assuming that's just her retarded ass trying to moan, you continue.
>You slip in a finger.
>She slams you against the wall again.
>"SCOOT SCOOT, NO INSIDE."
"ALRIGHT FUCK! STOP DOING THAT!"
>She rolls back a little and you pull out of her.
>Then you continue rubbing the wet pussy of an underage mentally retarded pony.
>What has your life come to?
>All of the sudden, she screams at the top of her lungs.
>Did she just-holy shit someone better check her fault lines, MT Scootacunt has erupted.
>She squirts her juices out onto your face.
>You try your best to not get any in your mouth but it somehow does anyway.
>It tastes like salty spoiled milk.
>You vomit on yourself.
>Then you look up at Scootaloo.
"There! I did it! Now let me go!"
>No response is heard.
>The fuck?
"HEY!"
>Still nothing.
>Wait, no.
>There's some noise.
>A snort.
>Wait a second...
>SHE'S SLEEPING!
"NOOO! GET UP!"
>But she doesn't.
>Fuck.
"At least it can't get any worse-"
>The scooter vibrates.
>*BPTLPLLLPBLLLHLLHTH*
"OH GOD DAMN IT! FUCK! SOME OF IT GOT IN MY MOUTH!"
>...
>It's been all night of this near defecation being shot out at your face.
>You've thrown up more times than you can count.
>The sound of hoof steps is heard.
"HEY! HELP ME!"
>The pony rushes over and takes Scootaloo's scooter off you.
>"What in the world happened here?!"
"She came after me and forced me to finger her!"
>The pony looks at you.
>You look back at the pony.
>...
>You're now sitting in a room wrapped in a foam tube.
>Through the bars in front of you sits Scootaloo in her room.
>Her tongue hangs out of her mouth.
"Fuck."