Runaway Scoots
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>The rain, pelting you in the already chill blustery night.
>The ebony curtain, an echo chamber to whatever loneliness you already have inside.
>Not to mention the cold always makes you wish you had someone warm to hold.
>Rain to you has always seemed like god's divine trial, as if God were saying, "Let's see how you handle this."
>But it's never bothered you all that much.
>Suddenly, a shrill sound pierces the night.
>The sound of weeping echoing through a nearby alley.
>You stop noting that the sound is indeed the sound of crying.
>Grimacing you prepare yourself as curiosity persuades you you peer down the alley.
>The yellow street lamp paining the dark scene with a golden hue.
>A girl sits wearing a hoodie, haunched over and slumped up against the wall, sitting and crying in the rain.
>Immediately your mind assumes the worst.
>You carefully look around seeing that she's alone.
>As much as you'd rather not get involved, the somber tone of her sobs tugs at something near primal as you approach. 
>Splashing through the puddles along the way.
>You walk over to her looking down.
>She notices you looking up.
>Her eyes pink with crying.
>You're unsure of what to do..
"Do you.. Need some help?"
>"I-it's cold.."
>You notice, a black eye on her.
>The thunder rolls as if to heighten the tension of the moment.
>In her eyes you see her vulnerability.
>A puppy dog expression that could soften the heart of a demon.
"Do you, want to stay with me for the night?"

>No sooner do the words escape your lips do you realize what you've said.
>You've offered a young stranger your home..
>"C-can I?"
>Her raspy voice, soaked in the pitch of desperation. 
>Her words so soft and innocent play upon your heartstrings like a skilled harpist.
"Yeah, come on."
>You offer her your hand.
>She reaches up and takes it.
>You note how small it is, and how cold and clammy it feels.
>The feel of it makes you take it and give it a firm grasp, just to try and warm it up.
>Quickly you remove your coat and drape it over her.
>Her stunned expression in near awe at your gesture.
>She looks away saying,
>"T-thanks, it's.. So warm.."
"Come on, let's get you out of the rain, I'm Anon by the way."
>"I'm Scootaloo, nice to meet you."
>She walks holding your hand.
>She can't be older than 14..
>What the hell are you doing?
>You have so many questions for her, and yet, you'll save them till after you get her home.
>It's not like you have anything to gain here..
>It just.. Seems like the right thing to do.

You wrestle slightly with the keys as you find the right one.
>Sinking it into the keyhole you unlock your front door.
>A weary Scootaloo slowly walks in and looks around like a small child in a museum.
>"N-nice place."
"Nah, I just keep it clean."
>You say flicking on the light.
>Suddenly you hear her stomach grumble loudly.
>She turns away flipping up her hood and hiding her face.
>You try not to laugh.
>"Do you uh, want some food?"
>The embarrassment in her voice as she says,
>"Yes please.."
>You hurry into the kitchen flipping on the light as you yank a frozen pizza from the fridge.
>Not the finest cuisine, but you can't help but feel that the urgency calls for it.
>You pull it out ripping open the box and yanking off the plastic.
>Before throwing it into the oven you sprinkle it with cheese and bits of leftover sausage from the fridge.
>Scootaloo is sitting on your couch.
>She has the coat pulled over her shivering like an addict.
>Her entire body is soaked from the rain.
"Hang tight, I'll uh.."
>You run into the bathroom grabbing some towels.
>You walk in front of her.
"I don't have one of those space heaters, but hopefully.."
>You hand her one of the towels.
>She tries to dry herself off.
>It'll probably take some time..
>You can imagine she doesn't have any extra clothes.
>Probably ran from an abusive home.
"Are you, enrolled in school here?"

>"I.. I skipped town, left where I was at.. Please, don't call the police.."
"Where are your parents, or family?"
>"Please.. I don't have any, I've never known who my family was. I was just staying with some people and.."
>Her hand reaches to her black eye, which upon touching it she winces in pain.
"I-i.. Understand, I'll go get some ice."
>You grab an icepack from the fridge returning and handing it to her.
>Her stomach growls again.
"So uh.. Do you have anywhere you can go or.."
>She doesn't respond as she's wrapped in the towel with a doleful expression, holding the icepack to her eye.
>"I-i can be gone by morning, if that's what you want.."
"I just wanted to know if you had anyone else you could go to-"
>"I don't ok!?"
"Easy, look, I.. You don't.."
>Her eye looks to you with some curiosity.
>You sigh grimacing a bit,
"I'll let you stay, but.. As soon as your eye heals, I'm going to enroll you in school around here ok? What grade are you in?"
>"7th. A-are you really letting me-"
"I don't have time to look after you full time, but.."
>You sigh again..
"I guess for now it's ok."
>She jumps up and wraps her arms around you.
"Hey-"
>She looks at you with tear filled eyes as her little hands grip you.
>You embrace her.
>Her face now buried in your shoulder.
>Suddenly beeps from the oven.
"Ah, the pizza!"
>Scootaloo laughs letting go as she wipes a tear from her eye.
>You don't know if you've made the right choice..
>But you do know, you've made the life of a sad little girl so much happier.
>And that itself, is more than enough to risk whatever storm comes your way.

>It's later that night and Scootaloo has eaten over half the pizza.
"Do you have any clothes or-"
>"Nope!"
>Scootaloo hastily responds, mouth mostly full.
"So, you don't have a bag of belongings stashed anywhere or-"
>"I never really had much to begin with. The last family I was with never really bought me anything, and most of the kids at school thought I was homeless or something."
>She says it like it doesn't bother her, as if she were talking about the state of the weather.
>You sigh internally, as you try to grasp the cruelty the world has forced upon this little girl.
"Hey, listen, I'll.."
>Her eyes look up, as she's biting into another slice.
>"Mmmh?"
"I'll getcha some clothes and stuff so don't-"
>"R-really!?"
>She hacks almost choking.
"Yeah, don't worry about it, we'll go shopping tomorrow ok?"
>Her eyes go wide for a moment as if not quite grasping what you said.
>This is before she yells out,
>"WOW SO AWESOME! Thanks Anon!"
"Don't.."
>Her face so beaming with excitement right now.
"Mention it.."
>"You are totally like the coolest guy ever!"
>Her enthusiastic grin has you smiling too.
>Something about the way she looks right now..
>It makes you happy.
>Like, really oddly happy.
>You get this feeling like, you just want to see her happy like this all the time.
>What is happening to you?

>You wake up.
>You go to the bathroom as per usual of waking up.
>When you get to the living room, you find someone living in it.
>Your brain remembers, ah yes, I have someone living here now.
>You go to your kitchen.
>Well..
>You chef up some pancakes.
>Hearing a rustling you turn to see a roused Scootaloo rubbing her eyes, messy haired from haven just woken.
>"Mmm.."
>She stretches out her arms yawning.
>"Something smells really good."
"That'd be pancakes."
>"Ooh, sounds good, uh, you made some for me too right?"
"Of course."
>You get the feeling Scoots here wasn't exactly the favored child in her family.
>It disgusts you to think they may have done something as despicable as feed her the scraps of whatever was leftover, or maybe not even fed her on occasion. 
>Scootaloo gets up and walks to the table sitting at it.
>You serve her a presentable platter of pancakes with a square of butter and syrup on the top.
>Scootaloo licks her lips and begins to dig in.
>Her table manners leave much to be desired.
>For a girl actually, she really doesn't act very.. Girly..
>Maybe that's just how she is, or perhaps a product of underfeeding led her to consume her food quickly when she got it.
>Either way, she won't starve here..
>Not on your watch..

>You're driving her to the mall.
"Are you uh, excited about getting new clothes?"
>"You bet! I'm not really into the super frilly stuff, but I haven't gotten new clothes in like, ever."
>The way she says it with such candor pangs at your heart.
>You reach the parkinglot and drive around for a bit trying to find a parking spot.
>Scootaloo remains quiet but wears a small smile.
>Perhaps something else is on her mind.
>Painful memories maybe..
>You've never let your empathy affect you to such an emotional degree before but..
>You get out of the car.
>Scoots opens the door and gets out as well shutting it and following you into the mall.

>You get to the mall.
>You go into several stores.
>Scootaloo looks around like she's never seen such wonders.
>At first she seems almost nervous, thumbing her fingers along the new clothes.
>Suddenly your heart swells up,
"If you want em, you can get em. Anything you want, I'll pay for."
>"Are you sure?"
"You have no clothes, I.. The least I can do is start you off with a decent wardrobe. Pick out whatever you like."
>She fast walks up to you.
>"You mean it? Aww thanks Anon, you're the best!"
>She does a bit of an excited hop before darting around the store.
>She looks around at the clothing racks.
>Her style is something you would describe as, 'skater'.
>Not the most traditional of female attire as far as your concerned, but at least the douchebags should leave her alone at school.
>A few armfuls of clothing later you find yourself dropping dimes on someone you just met yesterday.
>But she seems so happy right now as she looks to you.
>You contain your sigh as you pull out that credit card.

>Next it's on to.. Eh.. Lingerie. 
>Your feelings right now could be closely compared to someone with a fear of needles touring a syringe factory.
>Though it isn't fear that grips you, more just being extremely uncomfortable buying a 14 year old underwear.
>At 26 you'd prefer not to be seen as a pedophile, or at any age for that matter.
>Scootaloo picks out some underwear, you don't really go with her.
>You wait around awkwardly.
>A store clerk approaches.
>"Hi sir, can I help you?"
"I er.. was just helping my dau-er I mean SISTER, pick out some uh.."
>"Oh I see.. Well, just let me know if the two of you need any help with anything."
"Actually, if you could just, maybe check on her, you know."
>"I understand, I'll go give her a hand."
"I would but you know.. Bras and stuff.."
>She laughs.
>"Must be totally awkward, I get it.. I'll give her a hand if she needs it."
"Thanks."
>She walks over and begins talking to her.
>You peer around at all the bras and stuff.
>In any other situation maybe you wouldn't feel so weird about this but..
>Something like a half hour later Scoots asks you to come pay for the stuff.
>All of her choices are splayed out on the counter as the cashier rings them up.
>You feel like you have worms crawling under your skin as you try not to look.
>"Thanks Anon."
"Yeah, don't mention it, ever please."
>The cashier laughs, and Scoots lets out a chuckle too.

>After that insane uncomfortableness it's off to pick out school supplies.
>As you help her pick out school stuff, you can't help but be met with that little rush of nostalgia.
>The fresh feeling of new supplies as Fall begins. Though it's almost spring now..
>Your mind drifts to what sort of experiences she'll have, what kinds of friends she'll make.
>With her new clothes, hopefully she'll be able to make friends.
>At least they won't think she's a bum or anything.
>Your childhood wasn't exactly perfect either but..
>The least you can do is help her on her way to maturity. 
>Even though life hasn't always been kind to you, you still want to try and be nice to someone else.
>She seems to have a bit of a somber look right now..
"What's going on Scoots?"
>"Scoots? Uh, well. It's just that, I mean, back in school I wasn't exactly the cool kid or anything.."
"Nervous about going back?"
>"Sorta."
"Heh, don't worry, you're gonna do just fine. You got new clothes, new home, and a fresh start."
>Scootaloo seems to have an epiphany sort of realization.
>She smiles,
>"You're right Anon, thanks."
"You just gotta have confidence, you're a tough kid, I know you can make it."
>She laughs somewhat nervously.
>"R-right, I dunno what I was even worried about!"
>Yeah, confidence suits someone like her so much better. 
>You imagine she could definitely pull of the cool kid act if this keeps up.

>You get home from work.
"Phew."
>You say as you shut the door.
>Scootaloo sitting on your couch doing homework.
>"Hey Anon."
"So how was your first day at school?"
>She looks up smiling.
>"Uh, it was awesome! I met two new friends today, and tons of people were saying that I looked really cool!"
"Very nice."
>You say stumbling into the kitchen.
>"You shoulda seen it, I was like a movie star, everyone was really nice. Man, I don't ever wanna go back to my old school."
"Did you tell everyone I was your Dad?"
>"I think I teacher asked me about it, and I told him. I dunno, I never knew my real Dad."
"Am I not cool enough to be your Dad?"
>"No, you're DEFINITELY cool enough to be my Dad. But, I mean, you're more like a big brother to me than a Dad."
"I guess I'll take that as a complement."
>"You should, you're super awesome!"
"You flatter me. Anyhow, did you already eat?"
>"I wanted to wait till you got home."
"Scoots, I don't get home till 8, I know you get off school at like 3, so theres no reason to go starve yourself like that."
>"I know. But.. I just, wanna eat together is all."
>She must be feeling really grateful after all that's happened.
>A rare trait for teenagers you're sure, so you'll take it.
"Alright then, let's eat."

>That night it was spaghetti. 
>You remember being poor and having to eat this meal a lot.
>But over the years you've learned to make it well, and Scootaloo had no complaints.
>It's weird to see her in your house now.
>Seeing specific toiletries, her blankets..
>The space in the living room has become her room. 
>It's messy but not entirely obstructive.
>If you were to have a girl over it may raise questions but..
>You could just use the ol' sister excuse again.
>You're happy she's in school now though.
>Your job keeps you busy most of the day so it's not like you have to deal with her all the time.
>She seems like a nice enough kid anyhow.
>Though you probably should assign her chores, even though before you hadn't thought to impose them on someone who'd been through such a sad state of affairs.
>Maybe even give her a little play money for a job well done.
>Couple bucks a week. 
>Might be interesting to see what she does with it if anything.
>She's just watching t.v right now.
>The t.v in your house has gone unwatched for some time.
>Mostly you find t.vs serve as the background noise for when people don't want to say anything.
>In this case it might give Scootaloo something to talk about with her friends.
>You wonder if she really did all her homework.
>Even if she didn't, she's a kid. 
>I mean you didn't do your homework and you turned out..
"Hey Scootaloo, did you do all your homework yet?"
>"No."
"I want you to stop watching t.v and get started on it right now."
>"Aww come on, homework is boring."
"You know what else is boring? Being unemployed, now get going on it."

>"Do I haave to?"
"Yes. And I also want you to start doing chores."
>"Ok, so what do I have to do?"
"Dishes, vacuuming, generally keeping your own area tidy. I'm at work most of the day, so I don't have time to always come home and clean up after you."
>She sighs.
>"I guess that's fair."
>More than fair really.
"I also wanted to uh, start giving you an allowance."
>"An allowance?"
"Yeah, but only if you do your chores, let's say, 20 bucks a week?"
>"Thats cool. I'm ok with that."
"Start tomorrow. Tonight, just focus on your homework, I want you to get good grades ok?"
>She smiles.
>"Alright."
>You expected more of an argument, but it's nice to see that for the moment she isn't being the stereotypical teenage brat.
>You know it's coming though, it has to be.
>Like the calm before the storm, next thing you know she'll be going to parties and getting in fights.
>And she'll be all grown up and everything.
>Ah c'est la vie.

>It's Friday, you've come home drenched from the rain.
>Scootalo rushes to the fridge and pulls out two plates setting them at the table.
>"Dinners ready!"
>You chuckle.
"What are we having?"
>"Mac and Cheese!"
>You've really got to teach her how to cook.
>You sit at the table.
>You notice the plastic wrap with water droplets that have condensed.
>You yank it off.
>It's grub, and you've eaten worse.
"Did you do your homework?"
>"Yep, and I did all my chores too!"
"Good. How was school today?"
>"It was good."
>That remark usually never coaxed much out of you either when you were young.
>No one wants to talk about how they go to the same classes every day.
>The only interesting part is if you do something cool in class or go to a friends house afterward.
>As she gets up from the table you notice a scrape on her knee.
>It's pretty bad, and there's dried blood running down her leg.
"Woah what's that?"
>You say pointing to it.
>"Oh, this is just, when I fell earlier. I got a scooter with the allowance money."
"Scooter for Scoots huh? We'll have to get you a helmet too."
>You get up inspecting her knee.
>"Hey-"
"Ah look at this.. What a mess, did you even disinfect it?"
>"Did I what?"
>You sigh grabbing her wrist and taking her to the bathroom.
>"W-what are we doing?"
"I'm just gonna clean it up, just sit on the seat over there."
>She complies and sits down while you grab the hydrogen peroxide from the cupboard.
>She kicks her feet about a little.
>You grab her leg holding it still as you pour it on the wound.
>"Ah, it stings!"
>Her leg tenses and kicks reflexively. 
"Easy, we've got to clean the wound."
>You grab a clean towel wiping away the blood.
>Getting up for a moment you grab a large bandage for the leg.
>Cleaning the rest of it up before putting it on.
>"Thanks Anon."
"Be more careful next time ok?"
>You say ruffling her hair.
>She puffs up her cheeks indignantly.
>"I'm not a kid!"

>She may say that but..
>She sure acts like a kid, what kind of person doesn't clean up a very obvious wound like that?
>Maybe more results of a poor upbringing.
>This kid deserves a proper parent, and you hope you'll be able to measure up..
>You're walking out of the bathroom.
>You decide to sit with her on the couch.
>Suddenly you notice a notebook that you didn't buy for her.
>It's one of those black and white spotty things that were a dime a dozen even when you were in school.
>You pick it up.
"What's this?"
>Scootaloo snatches it away quickly as she sits near her bag.
>"I-it's my journal!"
"You're keeping a journal?"
>She composes herself a bit as she looks somewhat contemplatively at the notebook.
>"It wasn't my idea. The teacher is making us do this project, we do one journal entry a day. Something about expressing ourselves or something."
"Hey, that sounds like a great idea."
>"Really?"
"Yeah, it may seem trivial now, but you'll look back on it years from now and probably be really surprised. Plus it'll help you learn a lot more about yourself."
>"You're probably right."
>Sounds like she's getting the help she needs.
>More stuff like this.
>A normal life, with friends..
"So, everything's going well at school then, no issues?"
>"Not really.."
"You know if theres anything you wanna talk about, I'll be here to listen."
>"I'm fiine, this place is way better than my old school. Trust me, I'm not some little kid or something."
"Well alright then, I'm glad to hear everything is going well."
>"Yeah, everything is.. Just fine."

>Weeks pass, everything has gone well.
>Scootaloo has been keeping her grades up and doing her homework.
>Maybe this parenting thing ain't so bad after all.
>Sure, she eats up your food and uses your facilities for free.
>But you never come home to an empty house, and she's almost always happy to see you.
>She asks you for advice and you get to play the part of the wise old master.
>Life is good.
>You get home after a particularly blustery evening.
>Getting inside, you see Scootaloo has prepared chicken and mashed potatoes.
>That smell is undeniable, just like ol' Momma used to make.
>You've taught her well..
"Wow, it smells great in-"
>"Welcome home Anon!"
"Uh, yeah thanks. I see you really outdid yourself this time."
>"Learned it from the best!"
>You feel so good right now as you walk over sitting down to eat.
>You bit into it.
>Yep, that's a step up for sure.
>She's gonna make some lucky bastard really happy some day.
>Which reminds you, you aughta be looking for someone right now.
>Scoots has got her life all in order, you should be looking for Ms. Right.
>And shit, if we're talking miracles, maybe... Just maybe, if you're like the Dad, she could be like the Mom, and then you'd have a complete little unit.
>Yeah, and then dragons would suddenly become real too.
>You sigh internally, if only..

>You're on the couch with Scootaloo after a filling dinner.
>"So uh, remember when you said I could talk to you about anything?"
>Shes shifting her arms back and forth between her legs.
"Uh, yeah? Got something you wanna talk about?"
>"I uh.. A boy asked me out!"
"Well alright then. Have you dated other guys before?"
>"No, never."
"Alright, well how do you feel about em, who is this kid, do you know em?"
>"Not reeally. But he's been really nice to me ever since my first day."
"Do you like him?"
>"I guess."
"Go for it then."
>"Really?"
"I mean what do I know? I'm not good at giving girls dating advice. But I know if someone asked me out in 7th grade I probably wouldn't turn them down."
>"I guess I'll say yes then."
"I'm not saying you have to date the guy, I'm just saying, if you want to, and you like him, give it a shot. Oh shit, and also, make sure he uses a condom too, you know how sex works right?"
>"I-i.. Yeah.."
"Alright be right back.. Geez."
>You rush to the bathroom pulling out a handful of condoms.
>You get the feeling this is about to get rather awkward.

"Alright, ground rules, you blindsighted me, but I'm ready now."
>"Wait what?"
"Rule one, always make sure he wears a condom, you aren't allowed to have sex without one. The last thing I want is two mouths to feed. And the last things you want are to be pregnant and then have to raise a kid at 14."
>"I mean, I wasn't planning on.. Well you know.."
"Ha, yeah, you wouldn't plan on it. Till whatshisface and you are two feet away and all alone, sparks fly, teenage hormones go off, next thing you know."
>You make a goofy smile and shrugging motion.
>"Uh.."
"Do I need to get you on birth control? I probably do don't I? Oh, and how are you on.. other feminine items?"
>"Probably need to get some pretty soon, like.. Any day now?"
"Gah.. I guess I'll go with you tonight."
>Scootaloo frowns.
>"I'm sorry. I know it's a big inconvenience huh?"
>You sigh.
"No, it's not."
>You place your hand on her shoulder.
"I'm gonna take care of it ok?"
>She cracks a little smile.
>"Ok."

>It's Tuesday at work.
>Newbie on the Job.
>Dumb blonde, even a putz like you can't screw this up.
"Hey there, you uh, new on the job?"
>Wait, hold on, is she wall eyed?
>Come on, she's gotta be just making a weird face or something.
>"Yeah, actually, is your name Anon? The supervisor said you were supposed to show me around."
>Nope, that's her real face. 
>Guess she's a retard.
>A very sexy retard with blonde hair and a bodacious bod.
>It's official, you're going to hell for this.
>You smile.
"Yeah, lemmie just give you the grand tour."

>Its Lunchbreak.
"So, you liking everything so far?"
>"It's great! So much better than my last job picking up trash."
"Heh, I bet."
>Ok, so she isn't actually mentally retarded.
>She has this eye condition thing, and her name is Derpy.
>As her name suggests she's a bit on the slow side, but she can still hold a conversation, which is good.
"Yeah, so I was thinking since you're new in town maybe I could show you around. Buy you some coffee after work?"
>"Ooh! And muffins too? I love muffins!"
"Y-yeah, sure, whatever you want."
>That was so easy you're glad you were able to get to her first.
>You're going to have to thank your supervisor for literally giving you a free date.
>You figure it's gotta be worth at least part of your paycheck.
>But after being such a good Dad, you deserve this kinda bonus.

>It's after the date and you feel like you're walking on clouds.
>Your mind is in the fucking clouds.
>Face probably looks like the cat who ate the canary.
>But you don't care.
>You open the door.
>Scoots jumps up.
>"Oh my goodness there you are! You're so late! Did the boss-"
"Man, I just went on, the best date."
>"D-date?!"
>You haphazardly shut the door practically skipping into the kitchen.
"Her name is Derpy, and she is just.. The sweetest little cornmuffin I ever laid my eyes on."
>"Gross."
"How'd your date go with what's his face?"
>"I-it's going ok.."
"Man, we're so lucky, both of us have someone we're dating. It's spring and love truly is in the air."
>"Y-yeah. We're both.. Really lucky.."

>Another week passes.
>Scootaloo has been more.. Gloomy than usual.
>She insists nothing is wrong.
>But you got a call from the teacher midweek that Scootaloo hadn't been doing any of her work in class, and that she'd basically shut down.
>As much as you want to take a rain check on the angsty teen drama, you know that as her caretaker this was bound to happen sometime.
>You half expect to come home one of these days to see her with half a dozen piercings dressed in all black telling you it's just a phase.
>Kids still do that right?
>You walk in, food still on the table.
>"Welcome home Anon."
>A forced sort of cheeriness in her voice tells you something is wrong.
>You close the door and walk over to her.
>"Dinner is on the ta-"
"We need to talk."
>"O-ok.."
>Scootaloo sits up straight.
>You sit next to her.
>She seems a little on edge for some reason.
"Look, I don't wanna get in your business too much. You're a teenager, you do teenager stuff. You've got drama and issues like every other kid your age, and I wanna respect your privacy and-"
>You hear a sniffling from her.
>Oh no..
>Tears building up in her eyes.
>Here it comes.
>"He broke up with me.."
>She sobs.
"Uh.."
>"He said he was gonna love me forever! That I was special, and that our love meant something!!"
"He really used those cliche lines- I MEAN, WHAT, A DESPICABLE, young man! Shame, on him for being such a jerk!"
>"He never loved me! No one loves me!"
>Shes bawling.
>You scoot over wrapping her in your arms.

"There there.. It'll be alright.."
>"I feel so used!"
"Douchebags like him will come and go, just give it some time. You'll find someone else."
>"I thought he really cared about me!"
"Let it all out.."
>Her little hands grip you as she sobs into you.
>"I-i've been so lonely. I feel like I can't do anything.."
"Easy there.. It'll be alright.. You'll get through it."
>"I wanna sleep with you tonight."
"Yeah, everything will be just- WAIT what did you say?"
>"I-i just.. Feel so lonely and well.."
"You're.. Really that upset huh?"
>That broken look in her eyes conveys her answer to you.
"Alright, just for tonight."
>Sometimes teenagers just need a helping hand.
>That's totally fine.
>Besides, it's not like she'd be attracted to a 26 year old.
>She just needs moral support.

>Dinner was eaten..
>Teriyaki Chicken and rice.
>Twas a good dinner..
>Yep..
>Scootaloo now snuggled up against you.
>Police aught to be knocking on your door any minute now..
>Yeah, hope it was worth it trying to play father, because someone in prison is sure to assume the role of yours very soon.
>Local 26 year old man sleeps with child, claims she was depressed and that he was just trying to, 'cheer her up'. 
>Why couldn't she be 18?
>Why does it have to be this way?
>Why did this-
>"Anon.."
"Y-yeah?"
>"Thanks.. For doing this.. I understand at least.. Even if he doesn't care.. I know, that you do.."
>You hold her ruffling her hair a bit.
"Get some sleep. I know the first breakup is hard. I know mine was.. It'll be alright.. You'll find the right guy someday, and he'll treat you just right."
>"I think.. You're right. Thanks Anon. I'll try and get some sleep now."
"Good, night Scoots."
>"Night Anon."

>You're on another date with Derpy.
>You slept with a child and you're dating a retard.
>A criminal like you is out on the streets, where are the police at a time like this?
"Yeah, the blueberry muffins are nice too."
>"And Banana Nut! Don't forget about those!"
"Hey, you know, coincidentally, I have Banana Nut muffins at my place!"
>"Wow no way those are my favorite!"
"Yeah, why don't we head on over there?"
>"Ok, sounds like fun."
>Oh it'll be fun alright..
>You wonder what Scootaloo is up to?

>You get home opening the door as you get a buzz from your phone.
>"Hanging out with friends won't be back till later."
>Perfect, see all it took was some borderline pedophilia and she's a regular socialite all over again.
>Derpy looks around like a confused pornstar as she wanders toward the kitchen.
"Just make yourself at home, muffins are on the counter."
>"Oh boy homemade!"
>Her name seems appropriate to describe her disposition.
>But then..
>Theres almost something, innocent, childlike about it.
>You walk over to her.
>As she's biting into her muffin you wrap around from behind giving her a hug.
>She unexpectedly swirls around and gives you a full frontal hug.
>Jimminy Christmas shes strong.
>Does she pump weights, shes got an iron grip on you here.
>She seems so happy.
>You run your hand through her golden straw locks.
>So messy looking, yet not unclean as your hand brushes through with no greasyness or tangles to be found.
>Her eyes the same with that Sunny hue, weirdly crossing, but gentle.
>You brush the locks out of her face rubbing your thumb along her cheek.
>Slowly you lean in for a kiss.
>Her lips so soft.. 
>Her taste sweet like the confectioneries she's been eating.
>Arms wrapped around you, and yours around her.
>You pull away but she pulls you back kissing you more.
>The make-out continues leaving you near breathless at her affections.
>You stumble toward the bed as somehow Derpy lands on top of you.

>You click a lamp nearby.
>Derpy smiles playfully.
"Did you uh, wanna take this to the next level then?"
>You rub suggestively at her waist.
>"Heheh, I thought that's what we came here to do."
>She slips her hand over your cock.
>Playing all innocent like that up till now..
>Clever girl.
>Dick erect pressing hard against the fabric of your pants.
>Derpy slides her soft body down as she shimmys toward your package.
>Her face eye level she runs her tongue along the still covered cock.
>Her playful wall eyed look has you near bursting through your jeans.
>Derpy unbuttons your pants and pulls them and your underwear down swiftly.
>"You got so hard for me!"
>She says with some level of surprise, rubbing it up and down with her hand.
>"I bet you want me to suck it now huh?"
>Your eyes roll up in your head.
"Yes please."
>All at once Derpy slides her mouth over your cock like a python consuming it's prey.
>This heavy slurping sound as her mouth hits the base.
>Oh wait that's gagging.
>Oh Jesus..
>The hot pressure of her mouth covering your dick.
>Her wall eyes staring in your direction.
>Oh god it's too much..
>You cum deep in her mouth.
>Theres a bit of a gagging before she swallows what you give her.
>She sits up smiling wiping her lip.
>"That was fun! I hope you can get hard again so we can have sex."

>Delivered with the elegance of a pornstar your staff is at full mast once more.
>You adjust your position getting Derpy rested upon a pillow as you remove her pants.
>The cute muffin pattern on her panties only makes you harder as you slowly slip them off.
>Derpy is unshaved and her thighs are well proportioned with maybe a little extra in the rear.
>You can't decide if she's closer to a model, a pornstar or a sex goddess, but either way..
>You press yourself against her mound before you slip it inside.
>Her tight wet gap sliding along your dick as you begin the motion of thrusting.
>With each big thrust her eyes seem to bounce around in her head.
>You slip your hands under her shirt.
>Her body seems to tremble as you slide them along her stomach and toward her breasts.
>Your hands slip under the wire of her bra, and you feel the squish of her mounds run along your palms.
>Your dick still inside as you thrust in her.
>You can't contain yourself as you fuck her, faster and faster.
>Her hands pulling at your sides with this goofy pleased expression on her face.
>Just seeing how much shes enjoying it makes you that much more into it.
>As much as you want to hold on, you can't take it..
>You shove yourself as deep as you can for one last thrust as you cum inside of Derpy.
>Derpy with a pleased expression as she ruffles your hair.
>"Hehe, that was great. We should do it again sometime."
"Do you script this stuff?"
>"Not really, I guess you could say I'm a natural."
>She says knocking her fist against her head.

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>Over the course of a few weeks, Derpy broke up with you.
>If you had to guess, you'd say it was a lack of interest.
>As innocent as they seem, all women have their own darkness to look after.
>You had your hopes up, at least for Scootaloos sake, that maybe they'd be able to meet.
>But life has a way of crushing the ambitions that we don't have the ability to see all the way through.
>Like trying to stop a bee from taking the pollen from a flower.
>If you don't do something to hinder it, it will take the path that nature designed for it.
>But in this case, there may have been no way to hinder, or slow the inevitable break up.
>You ponder again and again different actions, but it all seems meaningless.
>It's midweek.
>You have the day off, and Scootaloo comes home.
"Welcome home Scootaloo."
>"A-anon.. You're here."
"I thought I told you this morning I had the day off? Or maybe I forgot."
>She closes the door walking over to you.
>The rain pounds from the outside, reverberating off the white walls in the home.
>Everything is a colorless grey painting the scene with mostly monotone.
"How was your day at school?"
>"Boring. I didn't learn much."
>She walks over sitting next to you.
"Sorry to hear that."
>"I haven't heard you talk about Derpy in a while, did she break up with you?"
>That obvious even to a kid..
"Yeah, we aren't seeing each other anymore, but it's ok."
>"Don't lie."

"What?"
>Scootaloo gets up peeling off her wet sweater in front of you.
>She stands illuminated in the greyish-white light from the windows behind her.
>"Breakups are painful, you said it yourself."
"Heh, I said the first one is always painful. After a while, going through a breakup is like dropping an ice cream cone. It sucks in the moment, but you get over it."
>Scootaloos head is facing down, the tone of her voice becomes more serious.
>"It doesn't have to be this way."
"Heh, what do you mean? You think you can change the rules of dating or something?"
>"What if.. Instead of dating, you could be with someone.. Forever?"
>You notice Scootaloo is hugging her journal.
"Uh, well I mean, that's what we all want I think."
>She must still be upset about that breakup..
>Poor kid must be taking it really hard.
>And her empathy toward you, while a bit silly, is still sort of sweet.
>"Do you want that?"
"Of course."
>"I see.. In that case.."
>Scootaloo peels off her wet shirt.
>It happens so quickly, so out of left field..
>You're not sure whats happening as Scootaloo strips completely naked in front of you.
>"I'm yours."

"Scootaloo! Put some clothes on, jeez! What the hell are you doing?"
>"I want to be with you Anon."
"What the heck are you talking about?! I'm 26! Why the heck would you want to be with me?"
>"I don't care if you're 26, or 100. From the moment you pulled me off the street you've been my guardian angel. I tried to think back to any moment in my life, that I've been happier, but I can't find one.."
"No.."
>"You gave me everything, a home, clothes, food. You taught me how to cook-"
"No-"
>"Bandaged my wounds-"
"No, stop it-"
>"Took care of me, and stayed with me when no one else would! You gave me hope, you gave me everything. There were times.. Before when I wanted to commit suicide, but you've always been there. You said to me that someday I'll find the right guy.. But I think I already have."
"You're making a mistake, I'm not-"
>"I know, I'm not as.. Big as she is.."
"How would you know what she.."
>She places her hands on her chest.
>"But I'll do anything I can.. I know how.. I've seen videos, I'll do whatever you want. You saved my life, and now my life is yours. Do with me, what you want.."
>You're stunned.
>How did this happen?
>It went, from caring to her, to somehow building this obsession with you.
"I can't. I'm sorry Scootaloo."
>"But why!? Am I not pretty enough? Not smart enough, I can learn-"
"STOP! Don't you have any self respect at all, throwing yourself to me?"
>"I don't care!"
"Feeding me this stuff about being together forever-"
>"It's true!"
"It's teenage bullshit! Everyone says stuff like that when they're a kid! But then you grow up and see how the world works! Why stuff like that just doesn't work out!"
>"But I want it to-"
"Well tough shit! You don't always get what you want in life! I've already tried.. To be the best father figure I could.."

"I gave you everything.."
>"I know."
"And now you want me to be in a relationship with you? Like lovers? You're 14! I can go to jail for being in a relationship with you!"
>"I swear on my life I would never tell anyone!"
"I won't do it! I'm not going to be in a relationship with you and that's final, and if you can't handle that.. Then maybe it's time you left."
>Scootaloo stands there nude.
>Fists clenched, tears dripping down her face.
>"Fine."
>Scootaloo puts her clothes back on.
"You need to understand that-"
>"Then I guess I'll leave!"
>She runs out the door slamming it behind her.
>You sigh.
>She just needs time to cool off.
>You knew the teen drama would come sooner or later, but not like this.

>Hours pass in silence.
>Milling around the empty house.
>Curiosity strikes you to pick up the notebook she left behind.
>You read through it.
>Almost all of these entries mention you.
>At school, she's talking about all the things there that remind her of you.
>Learning it for your sake.
>Doing her homework, and chores, all for you.
>And the latest one..
>Theres other stuff in here too..
>It's been a few hours and it's getting dark.
>Unless she's staying with her friends, you doubt she has anywhere she can go.
>Some of these talk about after the breakup she felt like committing suicide.
>Geez, being a teen drama case isn't easy is it?
>Wait a minute..
>If most of these document you, and most of the stuff leading up to her confession..
>Nah..
>She wouldn't really commit suicide just because of this would she?
>You rush out the door without closing it and race to your car in the pouring rain.
>Goddammit!

>You're driving out in the rain.
>The one location that sticks out is the bridge near that area you picked her up at.
>It shouldn't take her long to get there, even by walking.
>You hope you aren't too late..

>The bridge is mostly devoid of cars and people on the rainy night.
>Scootaloo stands on the ledge.
"Scootaloo!"
>"No! Don't come any closer! I'll jump I swear."
"Take it easy, come on! You don't need to do this!"
>"It's pointless to live anyway, if I can't be with the one I love."
"There are plenty of other things to live for!"
>"I don't want to live in a world without you!"
"You don't have to! We can still be friends! I can still take care of you-"
>"But I love you more than that! Why don't you understand? I want to be with you, like we did that night! Don't you see?! Nether of us has to be alone anymore! We can always be together! The day you came into my life was the first time I felt like anyone ever cared about me. And you stayed with me.."
"As your parental figure! Not a lover! You're getting the two mixed up!"
>"And then what!? Boot me out at 18, forced to be just parent and kid forever? To try and find someone who cared as much about me as you did."
"I can't be your caretaker forever!"
>"Then be my lover instead! I promise I'll do whatever you want, I'll learn as much as I need to so I can make you happy!"
"Why are you doing this? Why do you want to force this on me?"
>"I'm not trying to force you, I just want to be with you, no matter what.. I guess that means, I'm selfish but.."
"I.."
>Save for the rain all is quiet.
>She'll never learn..
>All you wanted to do was be a good father figure..
>You get up there and climb on the ledge.

>"Anon wait!"
"I should've known it was too good to be true."
>"Anon, come on, we can still be together!"
"I did everything I could, tried to give you the best advice. Somehow I thought I was doing a good enough job. But all I did was get caught up in my own ignorance."
>Scootaloo makes her way toward you balancing over to you.
"I didn't even realize you were in love with me.. I led you on in some ways. I'm sorry for that."
>She wraps her arms around you nearly causing you both to go over.
>"It's not your fault! Please, don't take it out on yourself, it's my fault!"
"I guess, theres only one thing I can do now huh?"
>"Anon don't please!"
>You grab the back of her head, and kiss her on the lips.
>Her eyes wide in surprise.
>You embrace her kissing in the pouring rain.
>You and her step down off the ledge.
>"Anon, I'm so sorry!"
>You smile brushing her wet bangs out of her face with your thumb.
"It's alright, come on, let's go home."
>Scootaloo sticks close as you both get to the car.
>You open the passenger door letting her in.
>You walk around getting in the drivers seat.

>You're both home now, dripping wet.
>You begin to peel off your clothes.
>There isn't any turning back.
>You made a decision, and now you're going to stick with it.
>This is your responsibility for taking her in.
>You gave her the hope to keep on living. 
>You'll be able to provide for her this way even after she turns 18..
>Trying to rationalize being her father may have been selfishness on your part.
>It seems clear that she needs more than that.
>Not to mention, you did give her the ok to start dating that guy. 
>This whole mess is undoubtedly your fault.
>You strip nude along with her.
>Your eyes both look over each other as the goosebumps from the cold cover you both.
>You walk with her to the bathroom flicking on the light.
>You both get in and shower together.
>It feels wrong to be with her like this, and yet..
>She seems fine with it.
>You grab the soap..
>Before you quite realize what you're doing you begin to lather her body with it.
"Let me, wash you up.."
>Scootaloo leans her bare back against you.
>She blushes.
>"Alright."
>You feel the curvature of her adolescent body.
>Slender waist.
>Perky cone tits.
>Lathering her up.
>You feel yourself stiffen.
>You stop.
>"Go on, touch me anywhere, it's alright.."
>She should be too young to be saying stuff like that..
>Here you are lathering up this 14 year olds body.
>Consumed in lust like an animal..
>You lean over her shoulder and nibble upon her ear lobe.
>She gasps moaning a bit.
"Do you like this?"
>"Yes.. Please.. I love you Anon."
>You turn her head to you rubbing your hand through her soaked hair.
>Before you may have only said this in the paternal sense but now..
"I love you too, Scootaloo."
>Your lips meet hers as your tongue touches around her adolescent mouth.
>Her small tongue pressing against hers.
>Leaning into you..
>Bare bodies soapy and touching.
>It's so fucked up and yet..

>You're both mostly dry as Scootaloo is played out nude on your bed.
"Are you ready?"
>"Yeah, put it in."
>You slide your cock along her little slit.
>You press hard.
>You don't even know how you're going to fit it all inside of her.
>Shes so tight..
>You're pressing hard.
>Scootaloo cries out.
"Are you ok?"
>She grips the blankets.
>"I'm fine, keep going."
>You feel something give way as you feel yourself slip further inside.
>Scootaloo gasps hard.
>"It's so big! Are you really gonna put that whole thing inside?"
"Yeah, are you ready?"
>You grab her little hand.
>"A-alright.."
>You thrust inside Scootaloos tight teenage pussy.
>Her hot walls clamped around your dick as you force yourself inside.
>Scootaloo inhaling and exhaling heavily and you try to put the full length inside of her.
>"Anon you're so big I feel like you're splitting me apart.."
"Should I stop-"
>"Don't stop!!"
>She says gripping your hand tightly.
>You thrust vigorously inside her.
>She moans wildly taking your length.
>You feel up her perky little breasts now as you continue to fuck her.
>It feels so wrong and yet so right to violate someone this young.
>It's so hot and tight inside of her.
>You feel her legs throb as you cum inside of Scootaloo.

>You get home the next day from work.
"Hi honey I'm home!"
>Scootaloo walks up to greet you.
>"Welcome home Anon."
>You bend down and kiss her on the lips feeling that sweet little tongue of hers.
"What's for dinner tonight?"
>"Spinach Salad."
"Sounds great, how was school?"
>"Totally boring as usual. Can't wait till get into high school."
"Don't get your hopes up, it's only marginally better, and after high school its really all downhill from there."
>You say as you walk over to the table sitting down to eat.
>"Come on don't say it like that, you make it sound like there's nothing good for me to look forward to."
"Well, I guess you have a little more freedom to do what you want, but you've got to be responsible or it'll bite you in the ass."
>"Sounds like being an adult sucks."
"It does."
>You say as you calmly take a bite of your salad.
>Scoots is sitting across from you eating hers.
>"How do you feel, you know, about us being together?"
"I already told you last night. I'm alright with it, it's not exactly what I planned, but.."
>"But?"
"You're a really sweet girl, and, I like you."
>"I-i like you too.. Oh, and about last night, we didn't use a condom!"
"Now see that's where the birth control comes in. You didn't think I put you on that stuff for nothing huh? Of course, I didn't expect I'd be the one to, well."
>"Heh.. Yeah. Last night was good, and of course I haven't told anyone about it."
"Yeah, if you could just not, for like 4 more years, that'd be great."
>"My lips are sealed!"