"Anon, I'm bored."
>>25714893
Why are you my house
>>25714893
arise more, chicken
>>25714893
Here, let me show you the mating habits of horses.
>>25714893
Killing yourself is always an option
>>25714901
Scootaloo is your house?
>>25714893
Here scoots, this should keep you busyhttp://www.videoszoofilia.org /video/25417/mare-cumshots-compilation
>>25715035
I genuinely want to see Scoots reaction to this
>>25714997
Yeah I'm so poor I live in an orphan's ass
>mfw I'm a tapeworm
>>25715071
>>25715095
>not being a flea living in her hair
>>25715102
Full image?
>>25715113
>being some fleafag
>living in that hairhole you call a neighborhood
>not living in a warm pone rectum
Stop stealing my newspaper you underclass faggot. I hope you get the steel comb
>>25715165
Fite me irl m8
>>25715116
https://derpiboo.ru/929112?scope=scpe5aa6fdadc6e4ddaa39da505e783336870cbfd13d
>>25714893
Hi board, im anon.
>>25715247
iaght bitch. meet me here. I'll rip your fukin head off
>>25715277
Thanks anon
>>25715356
No cutie mark.
>>25715277
>>25715640
What does that have anything to do with anything?
>>25715277
>>25715035
>All those small dicks.
How can a mare be pleased with that?
>>25714893
Why don't you go flying with your mom and dad?
>>25714893
You could always learn a skill? You know, maybe one that pegasi are particularly good at. One that a lot of them know already, hint hint.
>>25716574
Its called using your arms, nonny~
>>25715277
Good shit.
>>25714893
Tough shit
>>25715356
Don't you have anything better to do silly parasite
>>25715095
>>25720124
He's literally lived his whole life in Scootaloo's ass
>>25714893
Let's go to the mall then.
>>25714893
Want to go shooting?
>>25722200
>"no, it's noisy and you always win, and end up yelling i'm holding it the wrong way, and the weather is ugly."
"What about exercising your wings then?"
>"exercising my wings? Why for?"
"So one day you manage to fly? If you never use them, don't ever expect a skilled doctor or surgeon to fix them. Come on."
>"Because you're a doctor now?"
"Nah but I'm far from being a fatass barely able to move his arse from the couch."
>get close to her on the bed
"Alright, deploy them, as wide as you can."
>help her with it. carefully expanding her wings
>"Like this?"
"that's it. now start flapping them, I'm going to apply presure on them to simulate your weight and you gotta push back against them."
>"Yeah, lift"
"For us earthlings it's called push-ups. And that's gonna make me exercise a bit too."
>She's waving her wings up and down
"Not bad at all."
>"Gimme five minutes.You're heavy."
>start sweating so I take my shirt away
"alright tell me when you're ready. There. place yourself in the middle of the bed."
>"Ready?"
"Let's do it again, but don't just flap your wings up and down, try to plunge them back and forth. like swimming, like this"
>"Heey!"
"Let me show you. imagine bringing air, and throwing it back like this."
>i guess that's how pegasus are flying, i've seen videos explaining how birds can fly versus how man-made machines does.
"You see, you start getting the movement, that's good!"
>"I dunno, it feels weird?"
"Haha Why? Because I'm over you on my bed and.."
>"Just continue"
"Okay I'm gonna apply more pressure and you have to push back against it."
>"Hgnnn"
>try to follow her movement and she's progressively managing to almost lift my weight.
>"Okay stop two minutes. I'm tired."
"me too. Phew."
>"Can you take your jeans away?"
"....Aha..."
>"Well you keep scratching your legs against my flank, and you don't need that anyways."
"Oh okay. Sorry."
>take them off. then goes to the kitchen and brings something for us to drink
>she's stretching
"Ready, Scoots?"
>>25722515
>"Yes! (pants)"
>she's jumping on my bed
>start understanding that it's a pegasus' parents who are there to teach them how to fly, just like with birds or many creatures.
>Scootaloo didn't had this chance, being raised in Ponyville by earth ponies essentially.
>I'm gonna do my best.
"Oh guess I won't need this anyways"
>throw my shorts away
>"Haha, you're naked again!"
"Hey you're always wandering naked, and I too usually remain naked when I'm alone here."
>"I don't judge!"
"Okay let's go."
>damn she's strong
"try to deploy them more now, there, perfect"
>i'm now standing on her whole back, with my arms over her whole wingspan
>she's going faster and faster, which is impressive
>herself she's impressed.
"okay! ..okay, i think that's not bad at all for a beginning. wanna drink something?"
>"(pants) sure! We did things like that with Rainbowdash, I'm sure once I come back to Equestria, she'll be proud of seeing me progressing!"
"RRRrrrrainbowdash. You know what? I'm gonna make sure you manage to at least sustain static flight when you come back there, but I wonder when."
>she's smiling again
>"Cool!"
>>25722606
"Let's flip positions and try something else. You're going to stand over me. I'm gonna hold you and you'll try to lift me, okay?"
>"I.. Won't be able to do that!"
"Trust me, just one last thing then we stop. I'll hold you so you won't go through the ceiling."
>hold her front hooves
"okay now flap your wings like I told you."
>she's doing so, slowly. and the view is quite amazing.
>as she flaps faster and faster, the wind she created threw a couple of books off the cupboard, and the bedsheet's are floating like an ocean's waves
"super, excellent, keep going like this, try like if you're swimming in the wind, which actually is pretty much like it."
>i feel that she's starting to take off
"Keep going, better like this."
>"Really?"
"Also try breathing deeper, you're wasting your energy like this."
>"Okay..."
"Oh yeah and try to keep your tail straight, you will only use it to turn and dive."
>"Speaking.. Of... Why don't you... have ...a tail?"
"It's a long story! Woohoo! You're almost lifting me up!"
>She's really putting an effort on flapping faster and better, the whole room is shaking
>she's slowing down and eventually crashes on me, exhausted.
>I can feel her heart beating at 200 over my chest
"That was awesome, I'm sure after a few sessions like this you'll be able to fly. At least, stationary"
>"aha... Water."
>pick the bottle and give it to her
>she's sitting over me
>"Can I sleep with you here tonight? I like your bed, it's so smooth... "
"Why not, if you see nothing wrong about it."
>she's looking at me
>"Do you think I'm cute Anon?"
>She's taking a somehow sexy pose.
>need to hide my hard on under the bed layers
"...Well you're the definition of the standard unit of measurement of cuteness."
>"Is that what you're working on?"
"Yeah it's boring."
>"Do you prefer me or Rainbow Dash?"
"Well... It's a hard choice, without Dashie I would have never met you. She insisted for you to come live at home while things gets better in Equestria"
>caress her
>>25722864
This story is comfy af tbqh fâm
>>25722864
>keep on fondling her legs, hips, wings.
>she seems to enjoy it
>Scootaloo's picking back her RD plushie
>"You like me, Anon"
>nod
>"You know, there's something Rainbowdash is doing with her pussy to attract stallions, she showed me how to do it"
>sweating intensifies
"..aha? no I ... don't know..."
>she's making her clit winking through her vulva
>keep looking at it going in and out
"if I catch it, it'll be mine!"
>bitch, she's fast.
>"nice try."
>poke it
>"Eeeep! Anon you're not a stallion!"
"So what? I think it's cute. Just like the rest of you. Scootacandy."
>fondle it gently and rub it between my fingers
>she seems to enjoy it a lot.
"So, Rainbowdash showed you how to pop your clit in and out like that?"
>"Yes but you know it's a secret - Hey! I bet you can't do something like that with your wang"
"Really?"
>try to make the same cute pose as she does, and shows her that I have some kind of control over it too.
>She's laughing out loud.
"what?"
>"Silly anon.. Hey! Even your balls are moving!"
>like I could see this
"It's muscular of course. It's not the first time you're seeing me naked."
>she's poking it out of curiosity, then sits over me, poking its tip with her winking clit.
>pull my foreskin back, unsheathing my glans.
>we're caressing our genitals like that for a moment.
>I'm sliding the surface of her vulva for a while with my cock, while petting her back
"One day you'll tell Rainbowdash her technique of stallion seduction does work."
>"Anon, is your dick actually inside of me?"
"nah just at the entry"
>"Don't put it inside right now, I don't know it's ... Just not yet."
>screaming WHYYYYYYY inside of me
>"...okay. "
>keep on frotting my cock against her clit.
"You prefer it like that?"
>"Yes!"
>she keeps flapping her wings whenever I'm arousing her
>some of her fluids are dripping from the front of her vulva down her clit, flowing down the tip of my cock. I'm eventually pushing it against her urethra and can feel her marecum filling my dick
>>25723209
>she's looking at me
>"Anon are you alright? Sweet Celestia I hope I didn't gave you the HIV or some unknown disease"
"Nah just keep doing that.. Like"
>"Oh. okay... I like how it feels thee. Hnf-"
>she's now like, cumming inside of me.
>I'm grabbing on her, and can feel her hot marecum burning inside my urethra
>I can even tell her fluid is reaching my balls at every pulse.
>I wonder if I'm gonna manage to cum but she's the one in dominant position somehow.
"Y..You're cumming inside me!"
>"Is it bad?"
"I love it."
>"Do you mean I could get you pregnant? And we'd have foals that are half pony half human?"
"That's not how ponies are made"
>"I'm just kidding anon"
>My balls strikes back
>push my dick on her
>burst my load on her peehole
>I think I came like I never came before
"RHAAAAaaaaaa!"
>"What's that? Hey!?"
"I think it should have.. A name. Like, natural events, Tornadoes, typhoons, or .. emerging volcanoes. Dies Iraes!"
>almost faints
>Scootaloo's crashing on me.
>we're both exhausted. including our bodies.
>take back the bed layer covering us
>wrap my arms around her as she's wrapping her wings around my chest
>"that was..."
"sensational."
>>25723286
>>25723286
I like it
>>25725109
yeah i should continue it.
...should we?"
>>25723286
>"W..What time is it?"
"8AM."
>she's getting up, finally.
>we're having a breakfast, well luckily i've got plenty of stuffs for ponies too, even if i'm not sure if our ponies actually eat other things than grass or hay.
>scootaloo just doesn't understand why she can talk and communicate with humans, but besides interpretating their expressions, cannot actually talk with ponies or horses. we checked.
>"What's the plan for today? You gotta go to work?"
"Ahm."
>finish my coffee
"No I'm completely free today but if you want, I know a place where it could be safe where you could train up your flying."
>she's finishing her bowl of cereals
>"okay."
>about one hour later, we're on an ancient football field far from the city and Scootaloo is practicing her movements.
>explain her that she has to rush against the wind to get a maximum of lift
>she's almost making it, gliding, but panics as soon she manages to flutter and looses the control
"no no no don't stop don't stop! try to get ..."
>and here she falls again.
"it's all about concentration, once you manage to coordinate your movements, it's all good!"
>"naw, I have small wings, and I'm just not strong enough. ...I just don't think I'm even a pegasus actually. Like some say, I should just accept being how I am and stop trying."
>watching Scootaloo like that is almost painful
"so the problem is... physical, for you, right?"
>look at her
>her expression's got nothing anymore, all the joy she had this morning has disappeared again
>"let's go back home, or let's go shoot things with your weapons Anon. I'm much better with a fighter rifle"
"an assault rifle you mean? ahaha!"
>"you humans have strange things and a strange vocabulary that goes with."
>she just gave me an idea
"get in the car, we're going somewhere else."
>>25725807
>>25725807
>"Where exactly are we going again? You know, I just want to go home. I'm feeling ridicule."
"You know my job essentially is to teach humans, very determined with no wings into flying. I'm going to teach you how humans does it."
>"Anon, humans can't fly."
"Just... "
>stop the car
"take my seat. that big thing here controls the direction. left, right. when you stomp the pedal there, the car goes faster. that other one is the brakes, it decreases the speed of the car. there's nobody on that road. go ahead."
>she's not understanding anything
>"You want me to... Drive your car?"
"that's the beginning."
>she's accelerating, braking. accelerating, slowly orienting the steering, then continues doing so for 10, 20 minutes, progressively begins to apprehend the controls of my car.
"keep your eyes on the road, like this. not too fast. not too fast, smoothmy . yeah. Yeah now you can go faster."
>she seems to enjoy it so much she can't hide her wingboner.
>Scootaloo's testing the possibilities and braking capabilities of the car, sterring , turns left, right...
>"I can DRIVE! Anon! I'm driving a car! I'm ...Do you think I will get a new cutie mark as a car driver? What are you doing?"
>search for a badge on the glove box
"always the eyes on the road. turn left at the next exit."
>i'm surprised how she manages to almost instinctively control a vehicle.
>change of plans again.
"stop there and go on the back seat, I've got something to do."
>approach a control gate
>salute one of the officers
>"welcome back sir!"
>they're opening the gate and we're entering an air base. i exactly know there's at least one training jet available on a hangar.
"stay in there, i gotta discuss with some guys there."
>"okay."
>discuss with the staff about making a sortie, borrow one of the cessnas for a few hours
"You know what? We have one Alphajet and a F1 refueled."
>bring the documents about a theoretical pilot in training i still had
>get back in the car
>...passenger seat, actually.
>>25726262
"continue next to the big hangar there. you know, that game you loved to play on the PS2, Ace Combat, well, i've been thinking... ah stop the car, we're there."
>"been thinking what?"
"just like with the car it's clear you know how to deal with those things, so you'll drive something bigger."
>we get out of the car and enter the hangar
>she's staring at the monster of steel standing there
>"Is that a real aeroplane?"
"it's a jet, baby."
>"Ow"
>bring in a ladder
"and i'm gonna show you how to control it. it's a mirage F1, it's been retired last year, but actually it's not bad at all, gets the job done. You have the security belt there, and if anything goes wrong you pull this thing. these pedals controls the tail, left, right, this stick is up, down, left and right, that's the power, thrust... you follow?"
>"airspeed, AOA, radar, radio, ...can this thing really go supersonic?"
"yeah. i'm gonna follow you on another jet. you'll be alone and i just want to see what you can do up there. that's all."
>"You mean, I can have this plane, just for me ?"
"temporarily. you have the radio here, we'll stay in contact. I'm on another one I know better."
>she's looking for the ignition button
>a whistling noise makes me know she found the way to start the engine
>"aha!"
"oh shit. ...you'll wait for me okay?"
>"okay!"
>she's closing the cockpit, attaches her security belt, revs up and down the throttle, certainly throwing a mess of old shit gathered on the hangar
>rush out of here, and open the doors, to another hangar and jump on the Alphajet
>no time to even put a suit or anything
>put a helmet
>there's a mechanic looking at Scootaloo exiting her hangar
"bitch bitch bitch"
>mech:"I don't get it, he's taking the F1? Whre is he going?"
>Scootaloo's wandering randomly with the plane.
"She. I'll explain later."
>try to reach her.
"Scoots, this is anon. y'hear me?"
>she's waving at me
"alright, follow me, and press the button on the joystick to talk on the radio"
>"okay!"
>>25715277It's still rape if she's mind controlled.
>>25726529
>we're heading to the landing track where we're supposed to take off
>everything's ok for the control tower
>scoot seems to be concentrated this time
>wait for her to decide to take off
>okay she's putting the sauce.
>we're taking off together
>her takeoff scared me, but i knew she'd make it
>"ANON IT WORKS! I"M FLYING! HAHAA HAHAHA"
"yes sure. now just take some altitude and try to familiarize yourself with that jet, and watch out for some angles of atta-"
"I KNOW... This thing is almost scary but I'm controlling!"
>sigh...
>>25726681
Good stuff
>>25714893
Hi Bored. I'm Anon.
>>25714893
Go to fucking sleep
>>25727241
okay, bumpan
>>25726681
>no fucking way.
>her take-off was catastrophic but now it's like she's learning on her own and makes one with the machine, minute after minute. i thought she were crashing for a minute earlier but she's just testing that old jet.
>she's not giving a damn about the instructions i give her by radio anymore, she's really into her stuff
"Scoots watch out for your kero, think about the way back, if you need to do more than one approach on the landing... Oh alright you don't care."
>control tower:"November, who's that new recruit?"
"not a new recruit, i don't have her info, all top secret."
>control:"Hahaharf, Come on Anon quit being a gentleman, and show her who's the boss."
"roger. engaging"
>this is an army's pilot training center anyways, which includes air combat.
>put on my mask
"and let's rock and roll. "
>Control : "HQ to Scootaloo, the combat evaluation will begin in five seconds, over. "
>Scoot:"C..Combat?"
"It's just a game, I'm gonna pretend I'm attacking you and you'll have to defend yourself."
>Scoot:"Alright... You asked for it!"
>i guess she turned off her radio.
>she's diving. Holy shit she's crazy.
>try to follow her, i know she's behind
>see her again, turning on the direction of the mountains
"this is going to be interesting."
>go after her. i'm trying to anticipate her moves
>just impossible. she has already piloted one of these things before.
>i just wanted her to try that thing for five minutes, even doing like, a drag race on the landing track but this totally wasn't planned.
>lost her visual track
>pick the radio
"scoot?"
>climb again, looking for her
"Scootaloo, you alright?"
>can't find her... fuck, i hope she eje-
>control:"anon watch out there's a dot coming on your six."
>how did she...
>homing alarms beeping in all direction
>maneuver to escape her
"bitch. bitch. BITCH"
>how is she bearing... all those negative Gs?
>it's all my fault. i challenged her on doing this.
>maybe i was fucking naive.
>>25730586
>been in mission in Chad an;d Afghanistan, and formed guys who are now in mission in Syria, it's not a little pony who's gonna take me down...
>begin a barrel roll and try to escape her
>she's still hanging.
>dive, and maneuver the best to get on her tail
"haha, yes. almost there..."
>she's climbing.
"oh no you..."
>she's not. she's doing a Pugatchev. Fucking impossible.
>like if i could anticipate this.
>she's on my six now.
>homing alarms again
>control:"Is that your ex, Anon?"
>she's often lowering the engine, taking AOAs to make it stall, on purpose and fall like a brick, but just to go facing me, and recover it.
>i'm shitting bricks for the first time.
>no fucking way i ain't playing that game.
>let the homing alarms ring as she's letting herself fall down on her Mirage.
>is she still faking it?
"fuck you."
>control:"PC to Scootaloo, you're losing altitude, eject now! I say again, eject! do you hear me?"
>she's finally taking the control again.
>"stop trolling me PC, we know who's the winner here."
>base commander is yelling at her to come back to the base
"it's okay, i'm down anyways. Scoot, we'll have to have a discussion once we're down here."
>she's trying one approach
>fucked her first landing
>she's managing to put her mirage on a stall again to decrease speed
"what the fuck are you doing?"
>scoot:"trying to land, i forgot the landing gears."
"yes indeed."
>she's landing first, but holy shit i saw her crashing
>all lthe crew is outside, but instead she's rolling on the track, and just... drives the jet in direction of the hangar.
"you know, there's something called tractors for that."
>stop my jet. get down with a ladder and run after her.
>there's a forklift barring the road
>make her sign to cut the engine
>she's opening the cockpit
>"what is that thing doing here?"
"just leave it there okay? it'll need a ..."
>she's throwing her safety belt, and gets down from the jet, fluttering her wings to land smoothly on her four hooves
>>25730688
>she's sweating, but smiling. she knows she was ahead of me most of the time.
>"are... are you mad at me, Anon?"
"no, it's just... besides playing videogames, you've had some training in Equestria or something, right? there's something else."
>"Er... Just me and Rainbowdash, you know, just her doing things like that, sometimes she's letting me fall before picking me again, and I have to do my best for a short period of time, but it's not really flying"
>my back hurts
"aha. okay."
>we discretely sneak into the car, and then move on, leaving our planes behind.
>still feel drunk and disoriented after all that
>leaving the base
"Scootaloo, want to drive? I'm really, like... "
>"nah i'm tired."
"It's like, you were very goofy first, then progressively you've been experimenting and grew from rookie, then to experimented, then it was like, i was fighting against an ace pilot recovering amnesia. so tell me, what did you felt up there? is gravity a sixth sense with you pegasus?"
>"i suppose, yeah. now you're mentioning it there was something very familiar with that sensation, it's really like, I could fly on my own, at supersonic speeds but... i think you're right, I really felt a feeling of déja vu, being up there. I had the same sensation yesterday when I was deploying my wings"
"maybe you had a trauma when you were younger and ... i don't know"
>"nothing I recall."
"because, how to explain, the way you controlled that jet today was totally not human... heh.. it was even more than what the plane could handle, even the wings are bent now! I mean, man... really, now I know i don't know who you are anymore. "
>"okay..."
"i ..take that as a compliment."
>what i'm not telling her is that i'm terrified.
>she's not a cute little pony. there's something else i don't know about
>and with that it's true she's an orphan, supposedly.
>i'll have a word with Twilight about her.
>>25730760
>get back home
>not talking much
>scootaloo is bored again.
>she just unpacked the Fender and plays some random riffs
>i'm just getting back on my job as consultant in defense systems
>i'm fucking glad that old jet was a trainer version.
>phone's ringing. i know it's Cdt Berthiaux from the airbase wondering what the hell am I doing running away like that, and who the fuck is Scootaloo.
>fuck that.
>being recalled what Twilingt and Celestia asked
>"take care of Scootaloo for one month, a great danger is approaching and it would be great if you, Anons went away with some ponies. We'll keep up the good fight don't worry."
>a great danger. that's all.
>a few other anons through the world have been selected. I got Scootaloo. Applebloom is in Carlton, Minnesota and Sweetie Belle is in Severnaya, Russia.
>no much infos.
>maybe i should discuss about that with other anons. but the idea is that we have no contact, and i'm not even supposed to know where the two others actually are.
>it must be a strategy or something.
>phone's ringing
"Yeah?"
>someone from the airbase wants me to do a debriefing
"sorry i cannot, like i said this is a skilled pilot, she... comes back from a mission and is recovering amnesia"
>"Well, there's nothing about her. Any name or something? We've been reviewing the embeded video, and, well, it's just.. "
"Look Christian, I don't know much about her. That's all. I took her in the forest where two agents of the DGSE were waiting to pick her, and she was just like, nothing personnel kid. You saw the kind of girl she is right?"
>"There's just ground crews who reported seeing some kind of orange cat plushie with pink hairs parking the F1"
"yeah, i'm telling you she's not human. now excuse got a lot of work but you know I cannot do a debriefing, just ask the superiors to do something okay? Bye."
>i really expected something worse.
>>25722606
>and I too usually remain naked when I'm alone here.
what an awkward as fuck way to phrase that
>>25733390
okay i'm doing a few more paragraphs, since i'm getting caught in my own game.
>>25732306
>that night, sleeping with Scootaloo, ...I just don't know but there's something strange going on.
>wake up
>Alarm clock - 2:00
>Scootaloo's likely having a nightmare
>she's sweating, rolling on the bed..
>i'm trying to hug her
"Scoot? What's going on? Don't worry I'm here"
>"aaahng... ...Anon."
>her eyes are wide open
"T'was certainly a bad dream"
>"No, it happened."
"What happened? scared about our trip over the Alps yesterday?"
>she's sweating
>"what? no. It's me."
"...You alright?"
>"No I'm not alright Anon."
"Wanna talk about it? ..Scootaloo?"
>shit, that's scary.
>"Anon... I'm trapped under a spell ...since a long time ago. ...I used to fly. With my father and my mother."
>holy shit that's not a nightmare and I'm here, sitting naked on the bed
"continue! go on, I'm listening."
>"It's a war. Far away from Equestria. We're fighting against monsters. I just remember her eyes, some things are coming back..."
>she's closing her eyes
>hug her
"okay, take your time."
>"One day they're no longer there, but there's unicorns taking me away. I'm screaming because my parents are dead and I don't know if it's them who did it or if they rescued me, but... "
>>25733651
>"They are all gathering around me keeping me down. I... think I managed to fight them. I was so mad... It was during a storm. It was like my anger could... kill these ponies with storms."
"aha."
>"They captured me. and one of them came to me with a scepter, an old unicorn, speaking a strange language, or something I cannot understand, he did a magic attack with four other unicorns combined and that's all I remember. i think ... that's why i'm so different..."
"....holy shit, I mean.. come over here."
>she's snuggling with me
>nah i won't tell her 'it's okay' or anything like that. because it's bullshit. who could have the right to do such a thing...
>i'm both filled with hate and compassion
>now i kind of know why they made sure she's here with me, maybe these unicorns are looking for her.
>i'm almost certain that's about it
"i'm gonna help you break this spell."
>>25734043
>keep on cuddling her
>"Anon... am I some kind of freak?"
"no, you're an angel. ...you know what... It's the right moment now you start remembering who you are."
>dress up
>put some clothes
>"Wait, Anon... Tonight?"
"Of course!"
>rush to the kitchen, get on the fridge and drink the remaining of a coke bottle
>she's picking something to drink, too.
"follow me."
>we're leaving the house, move outside on the road
>the sky's clear, the air isn't really cold, no noise, no cars, nobody, just her, me, some distant city's lights.
"i think it might be crazy, but i think it's now or never for you."
>"I don't know how to break that spell. And there's no magic around"
"Yes, it's here, right here, it's in you! You gotta fight it and get rid of it and that's how you'll be free!"
>"I don't even know my name, I just had that dream, or um, a flashback of a time I knew I could.."
"DO IT!"
>she's looking up
>"okay.."
>she's spreading her wings, starts flapping
>she's taking off.
>her teeth are clenched. she's closing her eyes.
>something even stranger happens.
>there's some green aura leaving her
>looks like she's in pain, but she's fighting it.
>"Hmrrrrr....."
>looks like she's managing to create her own counter-spell which, for a non-unicorn is usually very hard.
>the storm on her cutie mark's glowing
>all the lights in the house turns off, same for the lighting in the street, and beyond, everything around is in darkness
>there's like, electricity in the air, a magenta-ish plasma, or force of field is surrounding her
>she's levitating, not flapping her wings anymore
>that's just surreal. I'm looking around me, she's the only source of light and heat
"that's beautiful! haha, AHAHAHA! YOU MADE IT!"
>i notice the neighbor's awake and also look at the scene. they're closing their window back.
>>25734737
>power comes back, finally
>it's like she changed, she no longer looks like a little pony at all. Might be those big wings.
>she's opening her eyes, glowing of a pink color, like reflecting the sky
>then she's looking at me, smiling, grinning. this makes me happy, as i'm holding a mug that was left of the garden table that's been blown away but.. nothing really important.
>she's folding back her wings and her hooves are delicately touching the floor.
"You can fly!"
>"I'll be back, I need to try out."
"Wait!"
>rush inside in the living.
>pick my camera, turn it on
>full battery, 20+Gb free on the card
>put it on record, and put it around Scootaloo's neck
"there, it's filming. just have fun practicing flying on your own, whenever you're tired I'm leaving the garden's lights on!"
>she's winking at me.
>she's deploying her wings and takes off again, and dives into the sky, blowing everything in my garden, again, including myself
>look up in the sky and see her, disappearing, followed by a double bang, triggering some car alarms around.
>ten minutes after she flies again, she's breaking the sound barrier
>that's just crazy.
>pick a sunbathing seat, and stay there, looking at the sky.
>>25734944
Keep goin
>>25734944
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQ-sKXuauTY
>Scootaloo's standing at a few kilometres of altitude then goes on for a while, diving, doing some maneuvers with the moonlight illuminating the clouds.
>at a fair distance, the lights of the nearby cities.
>she's taking some rest, then looks up again, and continue climbing.
>Scoot's doing so over 10, 15KM... 20Km. 30Km inside the stratosphere.
>it's freezing but doesn't looks like stopping her. she's going on.
>not like she's even trying to breathe or flap her wings without air, she's still have enough, freshly opened magic energy to propel herself.
>she's stopping at a given altitude, observing the very distant sunset rising, warming her from the negative temperatures.
>she's dominating the world. above her, only the ISS's crew.
>she's certainly falling down for sure, but so slowly it's like she's in zero gravity.
>her mane and tail are waving in the near vacuum, but she seems not much affected by it.
>just like a very experimented diver or a dolphin, she's surviving in a place devoid of oxygen for several minutes
>she's falling at several hundreds of kilometers per hour anyways, but from there it's just happening very slowly.
>scoot's picking anon's camera. filming the sleeping cities down there, contrasting with the distant sunrise.
>the LCD obviously couldn't handle the extreme pressure or speed and obviously had damages but looks like it's still recording.
>she's grinning. even though she barely manages to keep her eyes opened up there.
>she's coming down faster minutes after minutes back on earth. trying to locate roughly the place she took off from
>it's the night again. sun will rise down here in approx. 3 hours.
>she can hear the wind flowing around her again
>takes a deep breath and deploy her wings slowly in order to stabilize herself, gliding back towards Anon's city.
>tries to locate it, gets closer and closer again
>gets down and lands somewhere in a park.
>"phew."
>>25735762
>it's 5AM
>she finally made it back home flying over the streets
>drops the camera, and climbs straight to the bedroom
"so, after all these years how do you feel like?"
>"Maybe some kind of deity doing her comeback. I'm only barely tired but I got hours of sleep to recover. "
"alright."
>"also my vulva's frozen since I peed in high atmosphere, can you heat it up gently for me?"
>really?
"...at your service, almighty one"
>begin massaging her labia, alternating with clitoral masturbation
>"hrmm that's perfect!"
"i hope it is!"
>her clit stopped bouncing
>she's fallen asleep obviously
>look at the time
"okay guess it's my turn"
>snuggle her fluffy body and have some sleep as well.
(to be continued, maybe tomorrow. )
>>25736154
That face. what the fuck is up with her
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