Anon in Eq oneshot Scootaloo

>You're Anon and you've got nothing to do
>decide on going out for a stroll
>walking around for about half an hour when you see a filly with an orange coat plop down on the grass.
>she seems upset
>walking up to her, she notices you.
Hey, what's got you down, kid?
>getting up and brushing herself off from grass
>"it's nothing anyone would care about"
Well hey, I've got nothing else to do so lay it on me.
>she hesitates for a moment then opens her mouth
>"it's just that I've got these tiny wings and whenever I try to fly, they get too tired to carry me any longer than a few seconds.
>she pouts and covers her ears with her hooves making the flop over her head
>"I'll never be good enough to fly with Rainbow Dash"
>you contemplate for a moment and think of anything to cheer this kid up
I hang out with Dash all the time an-
>"YOU DO?!"
Yep, like I was saying; whenever Dash gets back from weather duties she always makes me massage her wings, she says it's to keep her wings relaxed and ready for when she needs to fly next.
>"c-could you do the same? Massage my wings I mean."
Sure, why not? No harm in helping out a friend in need, right?
>she seemed to be surprised and a little excited for some reason.
>"I'm your friend? But I barely know you, mister!"
Then let me introduce myself, my name's Anonymous.
Anon for short.
>she smiles before giving out her own little introduction
>"Scootaloo, Rainbow Dash's number one fan!"
>you chuckle at her self-proclaimed title
>you swore to yourself you'd have to introduce her to your bro
>if she didn't know her already
Alright Scootaloo, time for that massage.
Get on my lap and we'll get started.
>she seemed confused for a moment
>"Your what?"
My lap, you know?
>you get up and walk over to the nearby bench and pat your laps
>"oh, I get it. You want me to get your hind legs"
>seemingly proud at her realization
Yep, get on
>she climbs on, forehooves past one side of your lap and her hind legs on the other.
>you start by massaging her neck looking for any tense spots you can get rid of
>feeling the little Pegasus relax and sighing with content you move down to her back saving her wings for later
>suddenly hearing a soft thump on the ground in front of you
>looking up, you see none other than your bro.
>she seems pretty stiff, maybe she needed a massage too.
>"Anon, what are you doin'?"
Just giving Scootaloo here a massage, I'll get working on yours when we get to my place, hm?
>Scootaloo seemed to perk up when she saw who you were talking to
>"HI, RAINBOW DASH!"
>the little filly absolutely beaming at her idol
>"hey there, Scoots"
>giving the filly a smile of acknowledgement before turning to you with a completely different face.
>"uh, can I talk to ya for a minute over there?"
>confused by her actions, you comply.
What's up, Dash?
>"You can't give her that massage, bro."
>Now you're really confused
Why not? She seemed like she needed it.
>your bro is sporting a small blush as she mumbles
>"mhmmbbm mhmgm mhmmm"
I'm sorry what was that?
>"mhmmmn mmbbhmm mmmn"
>leaning in closer to her mouth to hear
Didn't quite catch that
>"BECAUSE PEGASI WINGS ARE AN EROGENOUS ZONE"
>she managed to blurt out
WHAT.
>you lean in closer to whisper to her
So all those times I massaged you after you got off duty, I was jacking my bro off?! What the hay, man?!
>"uhhhh yeahhh, sorry?"
>looking over to Dash's shoulder to see a confused Scootaloo
Well, I gotta go over there and tell her I can't give her a massage.
>"yeah, you go do that, imma go home and think about everything and try to forget any of this ever happened."
>walking towards the little filly you think of how you're gonna tell her that you can't give her wings a massage due to Equestrian Law.
Heyyy there, bucko...
Uh, I can't give you that massage because,er,
>idea
because dash would get jealous that her special massages are being given out to everybody and she'd cry
>she looks up at you with widened eyes
>"these must be real special massages if Rainbow Dash would cry over them..."
Oh yeah, definitely. You wouldn't want Dash to cry, now would you?
>looking down on the ground clearly upset that she couldn't get a "special" massage
>"no..."
Maybe when you're older, kid.
>she perks up at this
>oh god why
>"w-well, my birthdays coming up in 2 weeks! Ill be having my party at sweet apple
Acres! Promise me you'll be there!"
Alright then, I promise
>"c-could yo-"
No sorry, kid. I can't give you that special massage then
>her ears droop at hearing that
But I can bring Rainbow with me to make up for it.
>she smiles and runs up to hug your leg as hard as she can
>with her face still in your pant leg you hear her say
>"Pinkie promise?"
>you reach down and ruffle her man
Pinkie promise.

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