Sympathy for Scootaloo Pt 2

>Thank Celestia Twilight needed Spike to drop something off with Fluttershy.
>”Hey Spike, can I ask you something?”
>He looks up at you, waddling adorably comically. “Yeah of course.”
>”What do you know about your parents?”
>He stops and for a second you think you might have offended the guy. Instead he has his chin in his claw “Hmmm. Nothing. I was hatched in Canterlot and I’ve been Twilight’s assistant for as long as I can remember.”
>Dang, was hoping for inspiration here. “So no idea where baby dragons come from eh?”
“He picks the pace back up. “Well, when a mommy dragon and daddy dragon like each other...”
>Are you really getting the ‘birds and the bees’ talk from what everyone describes as a ‘Baby Dragon’?
>Loser
>I think I’ve had enough of you brain.
>What are you going to do bitch?
>”...And then they lay an egg. and a baby dragon comes out.” Spike finishes his educational lecture.
>And what fortuitous timing because here’s Fluttershy’s house.....
>Damn feet, why you so cold?
>Fuck you body, that’s why.
>Don’t you start too feet.
>You look down at Spike “Maybe you should go first.”
>He snickers at you “Hahaha baby”
>Low blow little dude, low blow.

>Don’t let him show you up. Don’t hide in the background.
>You stay next to him as he approaches the door and knocks.
>The door swings open and you look down to see a hitman of a hare staring up at you.
>SHIT BAIL!
>Spike rolls on the floor laughing.
>He doesn’t know man, he wasn’t there.
>You crawl out and compose yourself. “Ahem, is the lady of the house available?”
>He stares. Why is something so small so scary?
>After a moment he hops away.
>Damn, she appears at the door like a cartoon. She wasn’t there one second and then BAM there she is.
>”Oh... um... hi.. are you... I...”
>This was a bad idea.
>Indeed it was
>Glad we’re in agreement brain
>Spike breaks the awkwardness. “Here’s the book Twilight wanted you to proof read” Thanks for the assist little dude. “A Theory on Human Reproduction.”
>God damn shit balls ass!
>No, now’s not the time to waiver. You came here with a purpose.
>”Fluttershy, I need to talk to you about something.”
>She turns red “Yes of course, come in.”
>You start to step through the doorway
>AWOOGAAWOOGA!
>Whoa, good save brain
>”Let’s uh... walk and talk, it’s such a beautiful day.” Close, too close.
>She smiles “Oh my yes, please after you.”

>The three of you walk in silence for a bit. You decide to wave Spike away.
>As much as you don’t want to do it, you wave Spike away.
>Fluttershy looks like she’s walking on air.
>Oh wait, she is. She’s using her wings to bring herself to eye level with you.
>“So... um... what did you want to talk about?” Damn, she’s so excited she put a little bit of volume in her voice.
>”Tell me about your parents” Direct approach, best approach
>Maybe not, Shocked her so much she forgot to flap and is back on the ground.
>”Oh my.. I... Oh...” This is more than just her usual semi-adorable faltering.
>”If this is a touchy subject, I can wait until Rainbow gets back.”
>She gets back up “Oh no, I WANT to help you. To be honest, I don’t know.”
>Oh man, Fluttershy’s an orphan too?
>“Pegasus don’t have families like everyp0ny else. We’re raised as a group especially after joining Flight School.”
>Wow, that actually makes things better. Just wait until Scootaloo gets into flight school... But why’s she here?
>Why isn’t she “communally raised” in an approved Pegasus living commune?
>Why isn’t Dash here? She could help a lot better.
>What’s that feeling on your butt?
>Damnit Fluttershy. You give her a stern look and she pulls her hoof away with an “eep”
>Wow, she ran just from your stare... Oh no, Scootaloo’s running up, covered head to hoof in paint.
>Tie-dyed p0ny lawl.

>Scootaloo regales you with tails of bravery on the field of battle.
>Daring assaults and harrowing defenses.
>All very exciting stuff. You actually forget the very pressing concern in your mind.
>Unfortunately, no Cutie Mark
>She leaves dirty hoof prints on your floor as she enters. When she notices, she looks up at you apologetically
>Dang, the pain makes them all technocolored
>You laugh to yourself. “Don’t worry Scoots, No big deal. Hit the showers”
She manages to figure out your freakish custom shower on her own. It would be awkward to see her naked.
>She’s a pony dummy, she’s always naked.
>Shut up brain, you know what I mean.
>Hmm, guess it’s time to be responsible and make some food for the two of you.
>Still cake left..... No, not today
>You pull out a large bowl and quickly throw together a salad.
>You keep some flowers around for when you have your Rainbro over.
>Dang she needs to hurry back. Maybe you’re way in over your head.
>You throw the Daisies into her bowl and set her place.
>Well look at you Mr. Responsible-adult-dad-man.
>.......Spot on brain, spot on. feelsgoodman.jpg

>As another day draws to a close, you don’t even keep up the ploy of asking if she wants to stay the night.
>”I guess I should see about getting another room built on.” You idly muse to yourself.
>Scootaloo looks at you somewhat puzzled.
>”Can’t have you sleeping on the couch all the time. That’s rude. Especially if you’re going to be staying here from now on”
>That damn smile she has is taking up her entire face.
>”How’s this Scoots, you take the bed tonight. The couch will be fine for me.” You tussle her mane.
>The only thing keeping her down this time is your hand on her head. “Ohmygoshreallythankyouthankyou”
>Uh-oh, she’s slipped your grip.... Oh... well, she’s hugging you.
>Affection, what is this?
>You put her arms around her and return her hug “Ok ok Squirt, go get ready for bed.”
>She’s still smiling, as she rushes off.
>You lay back on the couch and reflect.
>Well, I have to admit, you might be able to do something right.
>Thank you brain, that means a lot to me right now.
>Oh you’re still going to mess it up somehow.
>Stop being such a downer brain.

>Damn couch. Now you feel awful for making Scootaloo sleep on it 2 nights in a row.
>Maybe you’re just not as young as you thought you were.
>Oh not you too body.
>You get up to use the bathroom.
>As you pass your bedroom door, you hear something.
>Is that... crying?
>You peek in.
>She’s curled up against your pillow, muffling her sobs.
>Damnit... what do you do? just let her be?
>No, she’s a kid. You’re taking responsibility for.
>You slowly walk in and sit on the edge of the bed.
>”Hey kid, you ok?” You reach out and put a hand on her back.
>Oh man, those tear drenched eyes. It breaks your heart.
>And your heart’s been such a bro this whole time too.
>”Did... did you have a bad dream?” Man you’re bad at this.
>Despite your terribleness, she nods.
>You lay next to her and she immediately latches onto you.
>”It’s ok Scoots. If you want, I’ll stay with you tonight.”
>You think you hear her squeak “thank you”
>”Ok ok. I won’t leave you, I won’t go anywhere”
>Well that just made her cry harder, good job.