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!tedl177Zx2 02/10/12(Fri)00:03 No.34143586>>34143210
>Her voice cracks as she tries to explain, “I wanted to fly. I wanted to fly so badly. I tried to use my scooter to gain speed. For a moment, I thought I was flying . . .”
>Moved, you pull her into your arms. “It’s alright. At least we’re lost together.”
>As you look up, you see another being has noticed you. A timber wolf. It stares silently at you and then eyes Scootaloo.
>”Scootaloo. . . into my arms. Now!”
>Scootaloo obeys and climbs onto you.
>You sprint as hard as you can away from there. You hear the timber wolfs chasing. You hear Scootaloo screaming, frightened. You see lights.
>Ponyville lights.
>You run as fast as you have ever felt you could.
>The wolves are faster. They’re surrounding you. But you’re almost there.
>”Scootaloo?”
>”What?”
>”Time to fly.”
>Doing your best football impersonation, you heave Scootaloo through the branches. Scootaloo flaps her wings. For a moment, you think she’s flying.
>The wolves descend on you.
>You awake the next day to a pony that looks very much like Caramel. Your body is in a cast, but out of the corner of your eye, you see Scootaloo, safe and sound.
Got a pretty good roll, I think! |
