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04/26/12(Thu)02:22 No.1543568>>1543429
>”Sc-Scootaloo, stop! This isn’t right!” You try to free yourself, but it’s no use. The little filly is unnaturally strong.
>”C’mon, you know you like it” she coos, leaning in for another kiss.
>Just as her lips have almost reached yours, an orange-and-pink mass rockets into her, knocking her to the ground.
>”Get off of him, you imposter!”
>Getting back on your hooves, your eyes widen as you sees two Scootaloos, completely identical, wrestling in the dirt.
>For some reason, your wings still refuse to go down.
>Eventually, “Scootaloo” is forced to retreat into the forest. Chrysalis can’t afford to blow her cover over something like this.
>Victorious, the real Scootaloo runs over to check on you.
>”Hey, Rumble, are you okay? Say something!”
>”Uh…ah…”
>”Aren’t you going to thank me for saving you from one of those changeling things?”
>”From a what?”
>”A changeling, they’re monsters that take the form of people you lo…well, uh, they can change themselves to look like other ponies.” Scootaloo answeres, shuffling her hooves nervously.
>”Well, uh, th-thanks, I guess. You could’ve shown up a little sooner, though! She almost…um…uh…I should get home now."
>You turn to run off, too flustered to continue this conversation.
>You’re stopped by Scootaloo placing a hoof on your shoulder.
>”Hey, wait up, what if it comes back? We should stick together, f-for safety…” Her orange coat is slowly coming closer in color to her bright-pink mane. |
