There is always a Choice Chapter 2

>You arrive at your house a few minutes later, with Scootaloo following behind you on her little scooter
>You open the door and she darts inside before you even have a chance to invite her inside.
>hehe inside, she came inside… kek
>Damn it Anon, keep your mind on the situation!
>You head inside and close the door.
>Scootaloo is resting happily on your specially made couch.
>Your whole house was made to your very specific specifications.
>It was much larger than most pony homes, and you liked it like that.
>The bed in your room was almost queen sized and the shower in your bathroom was made with your height in consideration.
>The refrigerator was packed with lots of goodies that ponies would never have in their house.
>Everything from raw beef to bacon… oh god you were happy to have bacon!
“Are you hungry?”
>You asked, partly because you genuinely worried for her help, mostly because you wanted a chance to put your full story together for her in your mind.
>”I wouldn’t mind a salad if you don’t mind…” her head hung a little low.
>It was obvious to you she was feeling ashamed she need a hand out.
“One salad, coming right up!”
>You shout, causing her to jump a little bit, making you smirk.
>She glares at you for a moment than laughs at your antics.
>Good job Anon, you have broken her tension, now to show her you actually care.
>You head inside the kitchen and get to work on her salad.
>The Ponies that stocked your kitchen had the forethought to make sure you had lots of pony friendly food in case you had company.
 “If you want to take a shower, there is a guest bathroom upstairs and through the hallway on the left!”
>You hear an affirmative noise from the living room and the soft clop of hooves as she made her way upstairs.
>You finish with her meal, a mix of lettuce, spinach, carrots, and a dandelion garnish, and begin the construction of your own dinner.
>You didn’t want to shock her too much so you weren’t going to cook that steak you got from your favorite griffon butcher, such a nice guy, and decided to finish off the nice quiche you had yesterday.
>Right as you got done warming it back up, Scootaloo came downstairs.
>She looked much better now that she was cleaned up.
>Her pinkish-purple mane was now clean and free of knots.
>Her tail was straightened out and no longer stained with… god knows what it was stained with.
>Her orange coat was no longer matted and covered with mud and, other, things.
>You had to admit, she looked very pretty like this.
>You had nothing against ponies, you even had a few flings that didn’t work out, but you have yet to find that one pony that is truly special to you.
>You gesture for her to sit at your table and she picks a specially made spot for ponies.
>It was essentially a bench that was higher off the ground than usual, and allowed for ponies to eat in comfort at your table.
>You take a seat and the two of you relax and eat dinner.
>She seems happy to have some real food in front of her and you were happy to provide.
>Ever since you started working for Vinyl, money was not a problem.
>”Anon, I wanted to say thanks… for everything, nopony has ever been this nice to me in a while…”
>You had to admit, it stung you to hear that you were the first to offer her basic hospitality to her in a long time… it made you angry.
>But that was in the past, you were here to help now… and that’s just what you were going to do.
“It’s no big deal… I am just doing what everyone else should have done a long time ago.”
>”Well I don’t care about them, I care about what you did, and you helped me when I couldn’t even help myself… so thank you!”
>She was very earnest with her words and her emotions shined like the sun in the sky.
>If you were angry before about the other apathy towards her, you were furious now.
>Tomorrow, you were going to find out why all the hate towards her you decided.
“Well, you are very welcome. I have lots to spare where you have none, it’s only fair that I help you out in your time of need.”
>She frowns for a moment and replies, “But… you don’t even know me. Tell me, why do you even care?”
>This was as fickle a pony as you have ever met.
>One moment thanking, next moment interrogating.
“Truth be told, I have no clue. I generally have no idea why I do anything. I just deal with the consequences, good or bad, when I can!”
>She gives you a curious look, like she had never heard of someone living that way… she probably never had.
>”But that’s crazy! Everypony has a reason for doing what they do!”
>You had to admit, for a prostitute, this mare was pretty smart.
“Oh I do, I just haven’t figured out the reason I helped you yet… it’s just a big a mystery to me as it is to you!”
>She seems content with this answer, but gives a huge yawn.
>She tried to hide it, but you could clearly see she was tired, and to tell the truth, you were getting sleepy as well.
“You look like you could use a real good night’s sleep…”
>”No! Not until I hear the story you promised me!”
>Her face was adamant, there was no changing her mind.
“Fine, but as soon as I am done you will go to bed… yes?”
>”Are you… offering me a place to stay for the night?”
>Her head was down, but her eyes looked to you hopefully.
>It was so cute that, even if you hadn’t been planning of having her stay, you would have offered.
“Yes, but not just for the night, you will be staying with me until you get back on your feet, or hooves, whatever turn of phrase you enjoy most.”
>She smiles so widely, you could have sworn her muscles were screaming, and there were tears in her eyes.
>It brought a few tears to your eyes seeing a pony so happy just from such a simple act of kindness.
>Tears of sadness.
>You pick her up and give her a hug, trying to bury this sadness with something happier.
>She returns the gesture and the two of you enjoy a companionable moment with the other.
>Finally you stand up, still holding her and walk upstairs to the guest bedroom.
>It was a quaint affair, simple but elegant, and perfect for any pony guests you had.
>You carefully laid her on the bed and sat beside her.
“This story will take some time, so get comfortable!”
>She snuggles into the bed and pulls a pillow behind her.
>Once she was adequately tucked in, she nodded to you, ready for your tale.
“This is the story of a man named Anonymous.”
>You looked at her, giving her a smirk, which she returns.
“This man was a simple guy, he woke up, ate, went to work, came home, ate, relaxed, and went to sleep.”
“That’s how many of his days went.”
“For all intents and purposes, he was happy with his life.”
“He never complained about his crappy pay, he never said a word about his leaky roof, and he never bothered his friends about his personal problems.”
>You were getting a rhythm going and were actually enjoying telling her something you had never told anyone… not even Vinyl.
“But, secretly, Anon wanted more from life…”
“He wanted a well-paying job, a house he would be proud to call his own, and friends he could talk to about anything.”
“But he said nothing about any of this, until one day…”
“He met a stranger, a tall man with yellow eyes.”
“This stranger seemed to understand Anon’s troubles, and offered a chance for something new.”
>”You need fulfillment… I can offer this too you. I understand the want... the need for more.”
“Anon didn’t know how this man knew these things, but he didn’t want to ask for fear of learning something he truly didn’t want to know”
>Scootaloo was enraptured by your tale, hardly even breathing.
“What can you offer to me that would fulfill me so much?”
>”I can you offer you a second chance in a new land full of interesting inhabitants…”
“And in a fit of randomness, or perhaps insanity, Anon accepted the strangers offer.”
>Scootaloo was sitting up now, full invested in your story.
>”What happened next?”
“Well, Anon felt a bright blaze of heat and a searing bright light.”
“When he opened his eyes, he was in a colorful world full of amazing ponies that could think and talk.”
“This was completely new to him and something he had never even heard of before outside of works of fiction.”
“It took him some time, quite a bit of time, but he was eventually able to get a nice job, a nice house, and some great friends.”
“So, in the end, the stranger had kept his promise, and Anon lived happily ever after… the end.”
“Now, it’s time for bed!”
>You were dog tired, and ready for bed.
>You stand up and make for the door.
>”Wait!”
>You turn to look at the mare.
>”Thanks for sharing that with me Anon, it means a lot to me!”
>You nod and reply,
“No problem Scootaloo. I had fun telling it.”
>”Call me Scoots. My friends used to.”
>You nod again, wish her a good night and head to your room.
>Lying in bed, you took a moment to contemplate just what happened today.
>You didn’t know exactly why you helped this mare… maybe because no one else would?
>You always had a soft spot for the homeless community in Equestria.
>Probably because you spent time as one of them.
>You liked this Scootaloo, she was funny, witty, and easy to get along with.
>In your mind, it was a Greek tragedy that she had been treated this badly.
>Hopefully, tomorrow you could shed some light on the matter.
>You drift off to sleep, still thinking about this strange day you just went through.