>>43520230
>Pans over to Sweetie Belle with gigantic tits

Anon in Mall Discount is so non-discreet that there are so many times where people should've figured out he was fucking a kid.

>page 9 in 30 minutes
Fuck, we've got another slider

>>43519422
cover?
that doesn't even look like AI

>>43520813
Cover as in the OP image.
It's AI because of the artefacting and warping you see on lines up close. Not as prevalent nowadays which shows how advanced newer models are getting.

>>43520869
ohhh I've always heard that called OP image. Cover is a good term, I'm gonna adopt that.
>artefacting and warping on lines
huh, not only do I not see it, I thought a LACK of those is what makes it AI
for the most part, I just look for shit like... are the eye shines the same on both sides? Are there pieces of hair sticking out from behind other pieces, as if treated like a halo in a renaissance panting? that kinda thing. This all looks like real pen scribbles to me.

>>43520869
>>43520976
The image filename literally says "Illustrious", only a retard wouldn't be able to tell.

>>43520982
that doesn't mean anything to me

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>>43520976
Here, take a look at this. It's a zoom on the part to the left of her elbow. A human is going to use cleaner lines than this.

Also, Illustrious is an image generator.

>>43521358
... no? a computer is going to use cleaner lines than that.

>>43521411
... yes. A human would never have clean lines in so many other places but leave a mess like this untouched. Artifacts like this are an image generator giveaway.

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Have you seen the new remake of Ocarina of Time? Imagine living in a village of never aging lolis without turning into a stalfos of course

>>43521515
imagine looking at characters without vomiting

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>>43521515
kokiri uoh

>>43521515
As long as you stay out of the lost woods, you will not become a stalfos.

>>43521358
>Illustrious is an image generator
It's called a diffusion model.

Quick question for the anons doing image generation. What sort of models/loras/general setup combinations do you generally use? I want to try to get into it so I can contribute more.

>>43522225
I don't generate locally so there's no way in hell I'm trying to gen this kind of stuff, but I generally use YiffyMix, WAI-ANI-NSFW-PONYXL, WAI-Illustrious-NSFW or Prefect Pony, depending on the aesthetic I'm looking for. This is all just for goonslop though, I don't use AI for anything more serious than that since I don't have the setup for it yet.

A lot of people also like Yiff in Hell, but I don't like its aesthetic. As the name implies, it's a furfag model, but it can do humans as well.

>>43522225
Oh, I'll give you one quick tip: SDXL is the base model, Pony Diffusion is a finetune, Illustrious is another (separate) finetune and NoobXL is a finetune of Illustrious (and the go-to model family right now). All the base models (besides PDXLv6) suck balls, so you generally want one that just uses it as a base. Those are called "checkpoint merges" (compared to "checkpoint trained" which the base models are). All the models I mentioned are merges.

Oh and there's also Anima now but I haven't tried it yet. It's a completely different architecture (not SDXL) so it uses a different prompting technique (not tag-based but NLP if I'm not mistaken).

>>43522358
>>43522364
do those sites let you gen loli content or they are restricted?

>>43522367
Restricted. They'll block the prompt (even something like "flat chest" will get blocked) but sometimes you can slip something through with tricks like using words like "shortstack" and words that trigger younger character generation (like using a character that is young such as Flurry Heart or Cozy Glow and using the tag "dress" for some reason makes characters a lot younger also). Your output will also get blocked regardless of prompt used if it triggers the CSAM filter but that normally should only kick in if you're trying to generate realistic stuff (cartoony style generally won't be flagged, but I'm sure there's some cucked sites out there that will flag it).

>>43522364
I tried Anima many many threads ago. I really liked the idea of NLP instead of tags. At the time I tried it, there weren't any Loras. It did seem to do a decent job obeying the prompt, except there was a strong tendency for characters to just look like generic anime girls. I couldn't get it to reliably generate anyone recognizable. The situation might be better now, but I haven't tried genning in a long time.

>>43522380
I believe Anima is specifically trained on Danbooru data, so it likely has worse knowledge of pony characters than the other models do. Sometimes it helps to add some specific character details to "jog the model's memory" so to speak (for example, for YiffyMix it helps to add "pink body" for Cozy Glow, otherwise it will often get the coat color wrong). Illustrious is also generally worse at recognizing pony characters - it recognizes the obvious characters like the Mane 6, but a character like Celestia will just end up looking like some regal animu character with white hair (so it seems it does have SOME data about the character, but not enough to accurately reproduce it).

>>43521658
Between the two, they have around 108 rupees, and one heart.
Deku shields are around 40, so they can buy one for each.

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>>43521515
I'm not a fan of the new visuals. I've heard it's supposed to look similar to old puppet shows.

>>43522225
I generate locally with Stability Matrix from the ai thread. Here's an old tutorial I made when I first started https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/41950612/#q41956346 If you do it this way, I wouldn't recommend pony diffusion anymore unless you want to test your computer to see if it can handle image generation. The other steps still show where shit needs to go if you use a different checkpoint. If you use something else like Illustrious, you'll probably need loras for each specific character.

>10
Good age, bad page. Up you go.

So how hard is it to run AI locally with zero programming knowledge? I might need it for... reasons.

>>43520155
So why exactly is this image so soulful?

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>>43523373
I don't know jack shit about programming.

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>>43522900
>old puppet shows
figures, the people who brought you "hey you wanted zelda to be more anime, we found a BIZARRE obscure old anime to model it after, that the director watched as a kid, but that looks nothing like other anime" would look to something retarded like old puppets.
JUST MAKE IT LOOK LIKE 90s ANIME. that's all we want. No fuckin nostril corners, cheek dimples, none of that garbage.

>>43523373
I've saved the instructions multiple times and I could never make sense of them. I just assumed at some point, someone would make a little shell program to run so it's like a normal program. doubleclick it, access its menu, press buttons. No idea why that is not the default after all this time.

>>43520155
>https://ponepaste.org/11815
Damn, didn't even realize this got an update. I like it though, very cute and kinda sad.
Pretty bummed it didn't get much attention this time but I guess OP posting it so late in the thread is mainly why.

>>43523612
Well, he said he could post it again this thread, so let's hope he does!

>>43523621
OP here, will be back home on Friday. I'll post the first part again, alongside the second part.

>>43523663
Yay!

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Speaking of Zelda

>>43524153
cuuute. cosplayyyy. what's Bloomy dressed as?

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>>43520248
You rang, Mr Addams

>>43524407
Sweetie Paibelle

>>43524167
Scootaloo is dressed as Luz.
Applebloom is dressed as Twilight (probably because Zecora doesn't appears in EqG).
Sweetie Belle is Zelda.

>>43523600
What exactly are you having trouble with? It's easy as pie nowadays. Just install Python and Git, which is a breeze even on Windows nowadays, and run one or two commands and everything auto-installs. If there happen to be any hiccups, just paste the error message into Gemini and get the answer instantly. Talking about ComfyUI here btw, which is the recommended setup nowadays.

Seriously, just read the installation instructions on the Github page and follow them, what's the problem?

>>43525297
Also, I just saw ComfyUI actually does have an easily installable desktop app nowadays, so there's really no excuse any longer. Unless the problem is you're trying to get into local generation without realizing you need a dedicated GPU for it (and a rather beefy one at that)?

>>43523612
The sex scene in the new chapter was pretty fucking unf

>>43525052
how does dressing as twilight make sense here
>>43525297
firstly, that's what I thought until i looked at it, and it turned out to be more complicated than that
secondly, I just don't like typing things in as command lines. give me a button.

>>43525301
ah okay, there we go then
iunno there was some kinda thing with a google doc or whatever..
i have a pretty good GPU. this thing can run cyberpunk at least, according to the previous owner.

>>43525633
I hope we get some gen goodies of this chapter (and the next half when we get that)

>>43525782
What are we talking about?

>>43525992
How big Sweetie Belle's ass looks

>>43526072
Could be bigger.

>>43526072
We know the only thing big in Sweetie Belle are her boobs.

>>43526731
Certainly not her brain

>>43526731
The only thing big in Sweetie Belle is my dick

>>43523663
I'll be posting the full next chapter in a bit (30 min). Dealing with IRL shit atm.

>>43527307
Easy, man. There's no rush.

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I'm prepping some Halloween gens for when that time comes around. I've got the CMC and Applejack done. If anyone wants to suggest some costumes for the main six, I'm all ears.

>>43527307
Take your time man. Deal with life first.

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>>43119209
PART 2: WHAT DID YOU DO

>As soon as day broke, you packed the car and headed for Prairie City. It was chilly, but the heater did its job well.
>The roads to the north were relatively clear, apart from a few abandoned vehicles to the side, though you didn't stick to them for too long.
>You told Scootaloo about what you heard—even played the broadcast for her.
>Needless to say... she wasn't convinced.
>And neither were you, at least not completely.
>You would've shrugged off the message had it not been for them mentioning the date. Even then, you still weren't sure it was still maintained.
>That was until you checked the message again this morning... and they explicitly mentioned the 31st of March this time, NOT the 30th like it did the night before.
>They updated it—which meant there was somebody on the other end.
>The closer to Prairie City you got, the stronger the signal became, until it was practically crystal clear. Little Cedar was at least fifteen miles away from the city, so for you to be able to hear that far out meant anybody in the county—if not further than that!—could hear their signal.
>Anybody...
>Which was why you took it slow and steady. You checked your corners and blind spots, and didn't venture too deep into the second closest town.
>You kept your distance from any main road that other people were likely to take. Hopefully these people wouldn't be too busy.
>Then Scootaloo asked you something.
>"How do we know -they're- friendly?"
>Of course, you didn't count that out. You never stopped being cautious about the prospect of meeting others, especially the further along things are.
>Not everybody out there was out to get you, you were sure of it... but trusting every strange voice on the radio wasn't smart, either.
>That's why when you got close enough to the coordinates they blared on the radio, you started straying from the main roads, cutting through woodland and plains.
>It only took an hour to find what you were looking for. The closer you got, the more you came across spray painted signs that said "PROVIDENCE HOSPITAL, POP 40" hanging from billboards and street lights.
>Population 40, just like the radio said.
>You tip-toed the car through particularly dense vegetation—enough that even the more astute explorers would have trouble seeing it upon first glance.
>Once hidden enough from the road, you parked it and got out.
"Alright," you say to Scootaloo, "stay here. I'm gonna check it out."
>"Are you sure...?"
>You looked at her and clicked your cheek.
"... Not really."
>You leaned over and kissed Scootaloo on the forehead. Good luck, you suppose.
>Quietly, you exited the car and crept your way through the bush land and trees, inching your way closer to the road.
>It only took a couple minutes before what you were looking for started coming into view, and you stopped to verify it in its entirety.

>>43527448
>Providence Memorial Hospital, established in 1947, as the nearest sign said. It wasn't a large hospital, only two stories, but the complex seemed to be fairly massive.
>The entire building was surrounded by a metal fence; its parking lot littered with ambulances that looked like they'd been sitting there for all year.
>At first, you didn't see any sign of life. You waited for any disruption of stillness, something to jump out at you, and...
>There they were, on the second floor over the front entrance—you saw two people, a man and a woman.
>Two people. Real people. Undeniably people.
>You let go of the breath you'd been holding and looked further.
>Sure enough, you saw more people by what must've been a storage shed. They were laughing about something, and eating some kind of canned food, spam or otherwise.
>A guard of some kind emerged from behind one of the ambulances; sure enough, he was carrying a gun—and yet something about his posture didn't feel threatening to you.
>Then again, you never could read most postures all too well...
>The silhouettes of people seemed to shuffle from place to place between the windows of the hospital.
>If you didn't know any better, you would've thought everything was back to normal around here.
>You spent a few minutes watching the hospital from afar, darting from person to person, watching their movements—and pondering what to do next.
>It was hard to believe there was anymore to their message; why go through the effort of announcing yourself to the world otherwise?
>Then again, you've seen enough movies proving otherwise...
>But the way they were just... relaxing...
>By open glass windows, outside, in plain view...
>Where anyone could just aim and...
>Were those... kids...?
>You don't even remember when you stepped out into the open—but the next thing you knew, you were approaching the gate, hands in the air.
>It didn't take long for them to see you.
>A minute later, a middle-aged woman came out of the front entrance of the building, a lone armed guard accompanying her.
>Her posture seemed relaxed, almost elegant as she approached you.
>None of them had their guns pointed at you.
>"Well, hello there," the woman said to you, almost with joy-like demeanor. "Can I help you?"
>You froze at the first words spoken to you by another human, other than Scootaloo, in a year.
>Clearing your throat—and cautiously lowering your hands—you answer her.
"U-Uh, hi..."
>Say something else, you idiot.
"I, uh... heard your broadcast on the radio last night. Is this...?"
>"The right place?" she finished your question—and nodded. "That's correct! You happened to catch us at the right time. We'd been off the air the last few weeks due to the weather here. Where did you come from?"
>You stammer for a second before answering.
"Little Cedar."
>The woman chuckled.
>"Speak of the devil, we just had a couple of our scouts pass through there last night. I take it you weren't there very long?"

>>43527449
"No," you lied. "Showed up maybe... two days ago, I think?"
>With a hum, the woman motioned for the guard to stay put. She took a few steps forward and worked to unlock the gate. With a gentle grip, she pulled it open.
>"Well... allow me to formally welcome you to Providence. You and your...?"
>You tilted your head, only to notice she was looking behind you now and off to the side. With a swift turn, you looked to see Scootaloo standing at least thirty feet away.
>Standing by the thickest tree she could find.
>With her gun out.
"Scoot...!" you whispered loudly.
>The woman simply chuckled.
>"It's alright, there's nothing wrong with being cautious... especially nowadays. I assume this is your sister?"
>You chewed on your inner cheek and stared at Scootaloo for a moment, before turning back to the woman.
"... Yeah. We've been on the road for a few months now."
>"And your parents?"
>You shook your head.
"They both got sick... left us at home."
>It was only half true.
>The woman gave both of you a sorrowful frown before turning to Scootaloo.
>"I'm so sorry."
>You could hear Scootaloo faintly, yet hesitantly, say "S'alright."
>"Well, in either case, I'm glad you both made the journey to get here. I can imagine it's been difficult."
>You simply nod, and it's enough to convince her—she wasn't exactly wrong.
>"Then allow me, again, to welcome you home."

:::::

>You followed the woman into Providence.
>Your new home, she called it.
>The first thing that caught your eye were two kids chasing each other down the halls. They looked no older than six or seven years old.
>A woman, presumably the mother of one of them, scolded them both not to run down the halls so fast.
>They ignored her, as children often do.
>"I'm sorry," the woman guiding the two of you spoke, "I don't believe I properly introduced myself. I'm Primrose Bloom. And you are...?"
"Uh, Anon," you name yourself. "This is Scoot."
>"Scootaloo. Anon calls me Scoot," Scootaloo replied almost defensively.
>Primrose eyed you, then Scootaloo, before her smile grew.
>"I can see you two are quite close."
>'You might say that...' you thought.
"Wouldn't be a good brother if I wasn't," you actually said.
>You see a hint of a smile on Scootaloo's face before it fades away.
>As Primrose guided you both through the hospital corridors, showing off the various facilities in use, you couldn't help but notice some of the people here wearing hospital uniforms, and you grew curious.
"So did you all work here?" you asked her.
>"Some of us did," she answered, "about me and twelve others. We were one of the last refugee centers in the city during the pandemic. Most of us left before things got bad, just to be with their families. The rest of us stayed to help those still alive."
>Primrose's head sank solemnly.
>"We tried our best, but... nothing worked this time."

>>43527451
>You always imagined the hospitals were hit the hardest—anyone even remotely sick would've been flocking to places like these.
>The things this woman must've seen...
"I'm sorry," you tell her, genuinely.
>Primrose lifted her head again and smiled.
>"Thank you."
>You proceeded up to the second floor, passing by a man and who you assumed was his daughter.
>She exchanged eyes with Scootaloo, but only for a second, before she disappeared behind the stairwell.
>"So," Primrose spoke again, "where did you live before Little Cedar?"
>You were so distracted by the people around you simply going about their lives, that you'd almost missed the question.
"Uh, Canterlot," you stammer slightly.
>"Hmm, a long ways off from here, isn't it?" she pondered. "Local there?"
>You almost shook your head before remembering your cover.
"Yeah... was going to the college near my place."
>Primrose hummed and nodded.
>"What made you leave?"
>"... City burnt down," Scootaloo spoke softly, beating you to it.
>The woman nearly stopped, staring with almost astonishment.
>"Really?" she asked, turning to you for corroboration.
>You just nod solemly.
>"Oh... that's a shame. I used to go there every September. Such a lovely city..."
"Yeah..."
>A woman at the end of the hallway catches your eye.
>Or more so, the giggly toddler she's bouncing on her leg.
>She must've had her no more than six months ago.
>Your heart sinks. Sure, they look happy now, but...
>But you don't let it stop you.
>What caught your eye about most of the people here was that they seemed almost... normal.
>They were going about their lives, having lunch, telling each other a funny joke, or maybe just having a nap.
>Sure, there were guards keeping watch, finger just tapping their triggers...
>But everything here felt normal.
>Nobody seemed starving or thirsty, and the children seemed healthy.
>Like you thought before, it was as if the pandemic never happened here.
>Eventually, Primrose ended the tour by taking you and Scootaloo to an area of the hospital further back—simply called Nursing Commons.
>And it was here you realized why they were staying here at all.
>"And here is where you'll be staying... at least until the renovations are complete."
>The room she ushered you into was a small apartment-like lodge, the kind you would see in a nursing home. It had a kitchen, a couch facing a wall-mounted TV, and a cozy little balcony that peered off towards a bushy green field.
>The door by the TV led into the private bedroom, with a bathroom just a few feet away.
>Already, it looked almost as big as the dorm in Canterlot.
>"Jesus," Scootaloo exclaimed, "look at all the space!"
>You watched her disappear into the bathroom. A few seconds later, you heard a flush.
>"THE TOILET WORKS!"
>You—and even Primrose—couldn't help but laugh.
>"Most of our water comes from rain collection," she mentioned to you. "You can thank Nimbus and Arrowfell for that."

>>43527453
>It was an idea you wanted to attempt back in Canterlot—you just never had the time.
>"So... what do you think of what you've seen so far?"
>Finally, a question you could truthfully answer.
"It's, uh... a lot to take in. I guess I just wasn't expecting you to be so -welcoming- like this."
>Primrose shared with you a sympathetic smile.
>"We do tend to show a little caution with newcomers."
>She then gestured toward Scootaloo as she emerged from the bathroom.
>"Then we saw your sister."
>You turned to Scootaloo with a curious eye.
>"It's not often these days that we come across children. Ms. River's baby alone was a godsend. Who knows if we'll see that again...?"
>The way she worded that raised your eyebrow, but you didn't push it any further.
>"In any case, most travelers we've seen don't tend to have kids accompanying them, even if they have more... ulterior motives."
>You look around the lodge and find yourself lost in how... safe it is.
"And this is just ours?" you ask her.
>Primrose chuckles.
>"Well, I can't imagine you came all this way just to stay one night, did you?"
>You hum to yourself.
>She wasn't wrong.
>"Though, I do apologize for there being only one bed. We've been working on renovating the east hall, as we figured it's a matter of time before we get more than just two people."
"S'alright," you reply understandably. "Scoot and I tend to sleep together nowadays... night terrors, but they're mostly gone now."
>Again... it wasn't a lie.
>Primrose hummed and nodded before giving a brief sigh.
>"Well, I'm afraid you're a little late to lunch, but dinner will be at five PM in the cafeteria. Our chef's an excellent cook, you can trust that. If you'd like, you're more than welcome to a hot shower and some time to adjust."
>You gave her a light smile.
"Thank you, ma'am."
>"Of course~"
>She turned to the door.
>"I'll leave you to your business."
>With that, Primrose left the lodge, leaving you and Scootaloo alone in your new "home".
>After shutting the door, you took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through your nose.
>"... At least she seems nice," Scootaloo said slowly.
>You chuckle softly.
"Yeah."
>Scrunching your lips, you turn to her.
"What do you think about this?"
>Hesitantly, Scootaloo shrugged.
>"I dunno... I mean, they don't look like bad people, right?"
>You nod and take in your surroundings once again. Nothing seemed nefarious about it—just your typical nursing home living space.
>There was even a box of... complementary graham crackers on the kitchen counter, not to expire for another year.
"I guess not."
>"Well, you're the one who wanted to check this place out."
"... Fair enough."
>You open the box and take a bite of a graham cracker.
>Still tasted store fresh!
>"A fuck-ton of effort to go through if they were just gonna kill us, huh?"
>Another fair point, something you yourself thought of during the tour.
>You look down at the box, then to Scootaloo, then towards the bathroom door.

>>43527457
"The toilet flush?"
>Scootaloo grins and nods.
>"AND hot water! I call first dibs on the shower!"
>You snicker.
"Just save some hot water for me, yeah?"
>"Can't hear you, I'm showering!"
>Scootaloo sang over you as she walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, leaving you alone in the main living room with nothing but your thoughts.
>You found yourself staring at the box of graham crackers again.
>They really didn't seem like bad people. It'd be far more effort to pretend being good guys.
>Sharing food like this?
>Just giving away room and board?
>Kids roaming free with not a care in this world...?
>It was easy to believe it.
>But you still remembered the broadcasts in the early days.
>But these crackers tasted so good.
>You ended up eating half the box before you realized it.
>You wondered if dinner would be any better...

>>43527462
>Later in the evening, you and Scootaloo walked down the stairs and through the halls, following others in tandem. The young girl held your hand in hers, uncertain if you should continue.
>But she didn't stop you, so you cautiously walked through the double doors leading into the cafeteria.
>There were nearly forty people here, just as the radio said. The only ones you couldn't find were the guards—no surprise.
>The many who spotted the two of you coming in waved and greeted, welcoming you as you sat down.
>A couple of them asked where you came from; like with Primrose, you said Canterlot and told them why you left.
>One of the residents mentioned a similar incident forcing them out of Seaddle—a result of the riots that occurred before the full collapse. She remembers watching the Space Needle downtown catch fire and ultimately crash down to the Earth only a day later.
>Most of everyone here were locals who lived in downtown Prairie City, allegedly choosing to move here after most of the food started to run out... and "the smell" became unbearable.
>About five minutes after you entered, Primrose tapped a glass cup with a fork, and everyone stopped talking and turned to face her.
>"Everyone!" she shouted with a smile. "A couple days ago, we managed to get the radio working again, and today I'm proud to welcome our two newest members, Anon and Scootaloo!"
>Of course, by this point, everyone knew the two of you were here, but it was only now they were learning your names.
>As expected, everyone warmly welcomed you to their little community, expectant that you were planning to stay for the long haul.
>One of the residents, a man named Windhelm, heard you were from Canterlot and began to tell everybody a story from when he himself lived there roughly ten years back.
>You didn't really hear much of the joke, not wanting to be suddenly in the spotlight, but you laughed along with everyone else and tried not to put anymore attention on yourself than was already put onto you.
>"Shit," he suddenly scoffed heartfully, "now that I think about it, I bet your sis here was just a baby around that time, huh?"
>Ten years ago?
>... Yeah.
>Yeah, she was.
>"How old are -you-, Anon?"
>It took you a moment to answer him.
"Just turned twenty-one."

>>43527465
>Windhelm and a couple other men beside him cheered and offered you a shot of whiskey to celebrate your "integration into manhood".
>As much as you weren't sure of it...
>The look on Scootaloo's face seemed only to egg you on.
>You finished dinner tipsy—not that Primrose seemed to mind all that much.
>It was strange, seeing just how chummy they were towards the two of you, you more so.
>Like they'd known you all their lives.
>It was... alien.
>You'd been alone the first six months, and the last six months, you only had Scootaloo.
>Now to have forty people thrust into your life like this after so long...
>You didn't know how to feel about it.
>But dinner tasted so good...!

:::::

>A couple hours after dinner, it was lights out.
>A few of the residents wandered through the halls—you could hear them just outside your apartment door.
>Guards kept a watchful eye on the place, both in and out.
>You and Scootaloo were lying in bed.
>And neither of you were able to sleep.
>Scootaloo was cuddled up beside you, breathing slowly yet cautiously.
>You were keeping an ear towards the bedroom door.
>The window blinds were facing upward, allowing a decent amount of light from the ground floor to seep through.
>You still weren't used to the sounds of other people going about their night.
>It felt...
>"They're weird."
>Scootaloo's voiced pierced the silence.
>You snickered quietly.
"Yeah," you whisper back, "... but at least they don't seem too bad."
>"I guess..."
>Scootaloo nuzzled her head into the crook of your armpit.
>"So... we have to pretend we had the same parents?"
>You gave a soft snort and rubbed her cheek.
"Yeah."
>"For how long...?"
>You hesitated.
"... Probably forever."
>...
>"Fuck that."
>You laughed again and hugged Scootaloo.
>She didn't find it as funny, but the smile was there.
"Sorry, Scoot... but better they think we're related for now."
>"You sure?"
>Your smile faded, but you maintained the hug.
"They can't find out, remember?"
>"... I know..."
>With a sigh, you kissed the top of Scootaloo's head. When you pulled away, you stared at the ceiling again.
>"So... does that mean we can't... like...?"
>As you looked down at the young girl, you see her give a sucking motion with her hand and mouth—a faint smirk on her lips.
>God, you were so tempted...
>And the temptation alone made you think about it for longer than a second.
"... If we do, it doesn't leave this room. Understand?"
>Scootaloo scoffed playfully.
>"It's not like I'm gonna tell them."
"... I know..."
>You continued to think for another minute, finding yourself staring towards the window.
>The sounds of people in the hallway came and went.
>A lot of people.
>A lot of ears.
"Let's give it a couple days and go from there... okay?"
>Scootaloo squeezed your hand and scooted closer to you.
>"... Alright."

>>43527466
>Days passed as you and Scootaloo tried settling into what you hoped would be your new life.
>Primrose gradually introduced you to the other members of the Hospital, all while showing off more of the place to you.
>When asked about whatever experience you had, you had to think about it.
>At best, you were better about scavenging—you never really had the chance to figure out if you were a decent gardener.
>Fortunately, Lucky Steer, one of the Hospital's gardeners, was willing to teach you the basics.
>But for the first few days, you went out with a few others to scavenge the surrounding neighborhoods. They'd already cleared many of the homes closest to the Hospital, but the houses closer to downtown still had a fair amount of goods left sitting around.
>Some of the homes suffered from rat infestations, among other things. One house had an entire family of mice living in an emptied stack of cereal and cracker boxes.
>But more morbidly... many of these homes still had bodies.
>The smell gave it away every single time.
>Some died in their beds, others on the living room couch. One man—or was it a woman?—looked as if they died mid-stride.
>This far into the outbreak, most of them have rotted to the bone. Only a couple of them couldn't have been dead longer than a month or two.
>You did your best to make sure Scootaloo never saw any of this... at least, not as often.
>Speaking of Scootaloo...
>On your second day, Primrose showed you what was their makeshift classroom, a collection of books from Kindergarten to 12th Grade.
>Before you and Scootaloo showed up, the oldest child in Providence was nine years old.
>Miss Rainy Skies was their only teacher. According to her, she'd been teaching most grades since you yourself were in grade school.
>But while her third grade sessions had at least six kids attending every day... Scootaloo was the only sixth grader.
>And in Scootaloo's own words?
>"It's so BORING!"
>Rainy Skies' classes with Scootaloo were one-on-one, no different from after-school tutoring. The material didn't seem difficult—well, not to YOU—but Scootaloo had more of an issue with how empty the classroom was when it was her time to learn.
>Scootaloo actually liked the teacher. Nervous at first, admittedly, but in her own words:
>"... She kinda reminds me of Miss Cheerilee..."
>Some of the material being taught, Scootaloo had already learned in school before the outbreak, but there was still plenty to be taught.
>Much to her chagrin.
>But while Scootaloo was busy at "school"...
>You went for a walk with Primrose.

:::::

>On the third day, you and Primrose strolled around the Hospital, watching people go about their day. Some would greet you both, and others would share a passing glance.
>Some wouldn't acknowledge you—or at least, have no reason to.
>As if they felt safe enough around you.

>>43527469
>"Many of the folks here are locals," she told you. "Some of them lived downtown, tried to run off when the riots got bad. Then they all got relocated here by the military."
"And what happened to them?" you asked her.
>"A few stayed behind to keep watch, but the rest all got redeployed to the city."
>Primrose nibbled on her cheek.
>"Never came back."
>She then tilted her head over to the guards out front.
>"Our guards are the only ones that stayed. Of course, we had a few leave to find their families. The rest... I assume they already assumed the worst."
>You and Primrose stood by the set of windows overlooking the front entrance and parking lot, where she greeted you only a few days before.
>"I imagine Canterlot was just as bad?" she asked you.
>You somberly nodded.
"Yeah... I never went downtown, but I could hear a lot of it," you told her. "The highways were so clogged, you couldn't even get out if you wanted to, not with the military on the other side."
>You told her about your own experience—how you stayed in the college, how you tried, and failed, to ration your supplies, how you dared to venture out into the wasteland that was once civilization, and how you and Scootaloo managed to get by all those lonesome months.
>Of course, you were delicate with your words.
>You didn't tell her you found a starving eleven year old girl all on her own, abandoned by her parents out of happenstance. To Primrose, you and Scootaloo waited for "your" parents to come home.
>To Primrose, you and Scootaloo were burgled by strangers in the dead of night and chose to go back to the college and make a home there, making sure to leave a note for her parents to find.
>To Primrose, you survived the apocalypse with your little sister, alone in a big and empty city, until one day that city caught fire.
>And you ran and ran, trying to find somewhere safe to call home.
>And here you are.
>Not all of it was a lie, and that was all Primrose needed to know.
>Eventually, you parted ways with the middle-aged woman and began making your way back to your apartment.
>Primrose watched you stroll away, until you disappeared behind the corner.
>"Hmm."

__________

>A few days passed without incident.
>There wasn't much going on, apart from the so-called leadership steadily integrating you within their commune.
>Supply runs seemed fairly routine, for the moment, although they weren't exactly commonplace with how much was still stockpiled.
>At worst, maybe a broken shovel that needed replacing, but not much else.
>Scootaloo continued her tutoring lessons with Rainy Skies. Since most of the lessons were things she had already learned, it wasn't a daily attendance.
>But it was the one bit of normalcy whose return she dreaded.
>Poor kid.
>When you weren't out on a supply run with others, Lucky Steer was teaching you about gardening.
>It started with you showing him what you knew from your gardening attempt back in Little Cedar.

>>43527470
>And to your own benefit, you weren't far off from his own method.
>Add a little more dirt, put another foot between each seed, and a harvest was practically guaranteed by spring's end!
>A couple days after your walk with Primrose, you and Lucky were in the garden out back, planting a string of potato seeds—as well as working on your technique.
>And as you did, Lucky started making small talk to pass the time.
>"So, you and Scootaloo," he began, "you said you're siblings?"
>You don't turn to him too quickly, just enough to feign interest.
"Yeah," you reply simply as you bury another seed. "Why do you ask?"
>Lucky shrugged.
>"Well, don't take it the wrong way, but Rosie and I noticed it your first night here—you don't -look- related."
>You paused for a moment. You didn't answer right away, instead reaching for the bag of potato seeds and digging a hole you pretended you forgot.
>Enough a moment to think.
"... I was adopted."
>You plant another seed.
"My parents adopted me when I was six. They had her when I was nine. I didn't really want a sibling back then, but... well, you know, she grew on me."
>"Ah... that makes sense. Rosie was curious, but she felt a bit shy prying you about it so soon."
"Rosie?"
>"Primrose," Lucky answered. "I'm her husband. I suppose I should've included that in introductions, hah."
>You gave him a hum of assurance, clicking your tongue as you moved onto the next empty patch of dirt.
"Why was she curious?"
>Lucky seemed... hesitant to answer you initially.
>There was a small twinkle of guilt in his eyes.
>He sighed.
>"Call it a hunch, maybe. It's nothing against you personally, but..."
>Lucky scrunched his lips and tended to his set of seeds before looking back at you.
>"Well, about two years ago, we had a case admitted to the hospital. Some young girl, couldn't have been any older than ten. Guy brought her in, claimed to be her older brother. She said the same thing, but every medical record we found on the girl showed no other blood siblings, so we thought he or she was adopted.
>"That was, of course, till her parents showed up like they'd seen a ghost. They didn't recognize the man, and he was halfway out the building when they caught up to him.
>Turns out the kid ran away from home a few months before, guy picked her up and started a relationship with her. Taught her what to say, what not to say, who to talk to... what to -do-... that sorta thing.
>"She came in here pregnant."
>You felt a pit form in your chest.
"... Jesus."
>Lucky silently nodded and buried another small row.
>"Now Rosie's usually a little cautious whenever "siblings" show up, especially nowadays, though that ain't very common."
"... Do I really give off a vibe like that?"
>The man recoiled almost as if out of guilt.
>"God, no, no, not to me. But, well, Rosie pointed it out, you mentioned "your" parents and "her" parents, so... call it superstition, if you'd like."
>... Shit.

>>43527472
>You kept quiet for a moment, trying to your best to pass it off as being preoccupied with the task at hand.
>Say something, you idiot.
"I didn't really get along with my folks the last couple years," you tell him. "I mean, I loved 'em, but... I don't know."
>"But you didn't think of them as your real folks."
>You shrugged, playing along.
"Guess not."
>Lucky continued to poke and prod at your story while you planted. It was never enough to poke any holes, but he was damn near good at it.
>And to think, it was really your fault they even asked at all.
>You felt guilty lying to their faces.
>But if it was better for them to think you were the adopted big brother of this impressionable little girl... then sure, let them think and question.
>As long as they don't keep asking you directly.
>Hopefully what you told him would be enough.

__________

>Later that night, you laid in bed with Scootaloo.
>Her breathing was soft and relaxed, and her body so warm pressed up against yours.
>You held her tight in your arms and felt comfortable in this bed.
>This alien bed.
>And yet, you couldn't sleep.
>You were thinking about your conversation with Lucky.
>It got to you more than you were willing to admit.
>A grown man, grooming a child into being his partner, making her do anything he asked.
>Getting her pregnant.
>And then just leaving when his whole game comes crashing down.
>The way he said it, you might as well have been the first portion's splitting image.
>You're a grown man.
>Scootaloo is twelve.
>She's just a kid.
>And yet Lucky had you thinking everything all over again.
>What was that kid thinking when that man first touched her?
>Did she want it? Was she happy?
>... What fucking questions did you just ask yourself?
>Of course she didn't fucking want it. She couldn't have, she was just a kid.
>Scootaloo always—ALWAYS—insisted she wanted it. Insisted it was her choice.
>But don't they all say that...?
>Did you make her do it?
>Were you really a monster?
>No. You don't think you are.
>Right?
>She's said no before, and you always stopped.
>She was human like anyone else.
>But did it even matter?
>You still did it eventually.
>What if you really were just fooling yourself?
>What if-

>>43527475
>Scootaloo backed up into you, shivering and subconsciously pulling the blanket further over her.
>"Anon...?" she mumbled in her sleep.
>You stared at the back of her head for a moment.
>Finally, you kissed the top of her head and kept your lips there for several moments, only to reluctantly pull away.
"I'm here, Scoot."
>Even if you were a monster, would that even matter?

__________

>"So, did you talk to him?"
>"Yeah, we talked for a bit. Showed him a few things, talked about what you asked."
>"And...?"
>"... He says he's adopted."
>"..."
>"You don't believe it?"
>"No, I do... he doesn't seem like the lying kind, and Scootaloo doesn't... seem like she..."
>"Like she's in danger?"
>"... Yeah... But the moment I heard him explain it, all I could think about was that girl. That case, that man, the whole thing, the whole damn..."
>"..."
>"Do you think I'm being unfair?"
>"... Yeah. I know things are different nowadays, but I just... don't see that in him."
>"... I know."
>"Do you?"
>"... No."

>>43527480
>It's now the middle of April.
>Two weeks have passed since you first arrived, and things have started to improve for the better.
>The folks around the place have slowly opened up to you, given you a hand with belongings or supplies gathered from the latest run.
>One woman even gossiped with you, sharing some juicy details about Pearl Button and her "new" partner.
>Well, not that it was your business...!
>But only two weeks in, the people of Providence were beginning to warm up to you and Scootaloo.
>Scootaloo's classes were steady-going, lack of excitement aside. But she -had- been making the effort of showing off her Power Ponies story to Rainy Skies—most of the recent story was lost in last month's storm.
>But everything that was salvaged—everything she'd written on paper—was enough to catch Rainy's prying eyes.
>Her after-school lessons were spent learning about characterization, cliffhangers, how to and how -not- to develop a character, the list went on.
>And suddenly to Scootaloo, school didn't seem so boring anymore!
>Meanwhile, you were busy learning new things of your own—from gardening to hunting, you learned the best way to harvest, the smartest way to track down prey, the best way to tell when a can of food was truly no longer edible.
>You were making sure to keep on your toes for anything and everything.
>Just in case.
>Every few days or so, you stopped by the truck, still hidden from sight in the woods nearby. Everything was left exactly as you kept it, though you covered the bed with an additional sheet as to keep the rain out.
>You didn't need most of what was in it, at least for now, but you still managed to smuggle your Steam Deck and a few other items inside as to keep Scootaloo busy while you were away, or simply to continue doing activities with her when the two of you were back together at the end of the day.
>The TV in your room worked just fine, so movie nights were never in short supply.
>Your... sex life, however, surely was.
>You weren't complaining, and even if you were, you'd never make it obvious to anyone living here—for good reason.
>But since the day the two of you arrived, you hadn't had sex with Scootaloo once. You hadn't kissed her, and you hardly even touched her.
>It wasn't out of lack of love or lust.
>It was out of nothing more than fear of being found out, and Scootaloo knew it just as much as you did.
>Lucky didn't bother you any further about your "siblingship" with Scootaloo, nor did he pry about your supposed family matters—even then, there wasn't much to tell him apart from what everyone else had already experienced.
>But the fact that it was even a topic in their minds had you worried, that one day you would slip up, they'd find out, and...
>Well, if the radio ever told you anything...
>So you kept yourself at bay, set boundaries for the two of you.
>Scootaloo understood completely.
>But it didn't mean she liked it.

>>43527485
>Some nights, when Scootaloo is spooning with you, you could feel her shapely rear rub up against your crotch. Most times, it was in her sleep.
>A few times, she was awake and grinning in the dark. It was her attempt at arousing you.
>And with her, she hardly had to try.
>You'd be hard under the blanket, ready to bury yourself between her legs and rub her down until you both passed out.
>But these walls weren't -that- thick—and who else could you possibly be in bed with?
>The few times you did touch her, tease her more than anything, it was underneath the covers, as subtle as possible.
>You'd play with her butt, massage her little nipples, maybe tease her underneath her PJs.
>She'd rub at your crotch with her soft little hand, hinting at reaching inside your boxers, only to pull away and quickly fall asleep.
>Never further than that.
>And never an orgasm.
>It went on for days.
>You were always tempted to relieve yourself in the bathroom, but the urge never got strong enough that you needed to.
>The restraint you had was always stronger.
>In a way, it allowed you to focus on your more important projects, and Scootaloo could focus on her schoolwork.
>But that barrier wouldn't last forever.
>Every night, under the covers, Scootaloo would touch you, and you would touch her.
>And then you'd both pull away and fall asleep.
>You thought to yourself, looking toward the future was more important right now.
>Her grades were more important right now.
>Earning the trust of these kind folk was far more important than your personal euphoria.
>And you almost believed it.

__________

>Three weeks since you arrived, and it was a chilly day.
>Rain was lightly falling, thunder rumbled in the distance, and it was abnormally grey outside.
>Apart from the guards, everyone stayed inside and kept mostly to themselves. A few residents were even having a board game day in the cafeteria.
>You and Scootaloo, however, stayed in your apartment and watched TV. It was a Sunday, so no school lessons for her today.
>Today, it was just whatever movie they had stocked up seemed interesting enough to watch.
>There were a few that piqued both your interests, but today it seemed Scootaloo's mind was a bit preoccupied—more than usual.
>As you held her close to you, your arm wrapped over her shoulder, you noticed she felt a bit tense, and her muscles a bit stiff.
>She wanted to relax, you could tell that right away, but it was like she was afraid to.
>You knew why.
"It's alright, Scoot," you told her, hoping to reassure her.
>She sighed and leaned against you with a frown.
>"I know..."
>It wasn't wrong to be cautious... but there were a couple times where you'd thought you were going too far. It wasn't like they had people listening in behind the walls or cameras watching your every move.
>And believe it, you've checked.
>It wasn't wrong to be cautious, but you knew there was nothing wrong with simple affection.

>>43527487
>You caressed Scootaloo's shoulder and brushed a lock of her long hair behind her ear. Her muscles slowly relaxed, and her breathing began to calm.
>But she wasn't paying as much attention to the movie anymore. Instead, she closed her eyes and leaned into your touch, shivering as your fingers sank into her hair and massaged her temple.
>Her head lay delicately on your lap, and she could just fall asleep right here.
>Letting you hold her.
>Letting you touch her.
>Letting you-
>Suddenly, she sat up and stretched out her limbs.
>"I-I think I'm gonna shower."
"You okay?"
>"Mm-hm!"
>Scootaloo got up from the couch and briskly made her way towards the bedroom, and into the bathroom.
>A little too brisk.
>You were tempted to follow her, but your gut instead told you to give her space.
>It was difficult to pay any focus to the film, so you paused it and listened to the sound of the shower turning on.
>A moment later...
>"Anon?" Scootaloo called out to you.
"Yeah?"
>"Can you come in here a sec?"
>Your eyebrow raised, you got up from the couch with an exerted sigh and began making your way into the bathroom.
>When you entered, Scootaloo was standing by the sink counter, looking towards you in the doorway and nibbling at her fingernail.
"You alright?" you asked her. "What's up?"
>Scootaloo said nothing, but instead bit her lip before waving you into the bathroom.
>You followed her in, and she walked over and shut the door behind her, locking it.
>You were curious as to what she was planning... but you had a guess.
>Scootaloo then turned back to you and moved a step stool directly in front of you, before stepping up on top of it—putting her at equal with you.
>She stood just inches from you now.
>And the look in her eyes...
>The way they shimmered as tears started to form...
"What's wrong?" you asked softly.
>She swallowed.
>"Do you love me...?"
>You were almost taken aback by the suddenness of it, but you still managed a smile.
"Hey... Of course I do. Why would you think I‐"
>Scootaloo kissed you, not wasting another moment, not letting you finish your sentence.
>Her small, soft lips brushed against yours, traces of saliva mixing with yours. Her hands tugged weakly at the front of your shirt, hardly trying to pull you any closer than you were.
>You breathed in through your nose, and there was a faint trace of the shampoo she used, lingering in the air.
>Citrus Peach.
>The kiss lasted for only a moment before she pulled away, looking down at the clump of your shirt in her hands.
>"I-I know you wanna keep it a secret, but it's... it's so hard-"
>It was your turn to deny her the chance to finish.
>You'd never kissed her back so fast.
>Your hands held her in place by the shoulders, and you pushed yourself against her, mashing your lips against hers.
>Or maybe she was doing the mashing.
>You couldn't tell. Did it even matter?
>The shower ran with nobody in it.

>>43527489
>You made out with Scootaloo for several moments, feeling her body through her clothes, reaching down slowly, further and further—until finally you reached her ass and you squeezed it.
>You squeezed that plump little ass like there was no tomorrow.
>The young girl whimpered into your mouth.
>That was until you pulled away and nibbled on the base of her neck. You were never so rough to leave marks.
>But the sensation was enough to make Scootaloo cry with pleasure into your shoulder.
>All drowned out by the sound of water hitting the bathtub floor.
>You lifted Scootaloo by her hips, just enough to leave her sitting on the bathroom sink counter. At some point, you'd gone back to kissing her, sliding your tongue into her mouth and leaving her paralyzed with euphoric bliss.
>She hadn't even noticed you pulling her pants down to her ankles, nor when you dove a hand into her panties.
>But she did feel the very moment you plunged your middle finger into her delicate little pussy.
>She breathed heavily against your face, and her whole body trembled, while you fingered her the way you'd wanted to for so long.
>All while keeping quiet as can be.
>You were so hard right now, the hardest you'd been in such a long time, that the sensation of your cock being trapped in such a small space was painful.
>But Scootaloo was far, far more important right now.
>You fucked the young girl with your middle finger, pulling out just enough to leave an emptying sensation within her, before diving back in and poking at what you could only guess was her g-spot.
>A loud choked sob left her lips, but you were quick to silence her with another kiss before giving ample attention to her inner nub.
>Scootaloo's mind was wracked with pleasure; her hands clawed weakly at your back and she cried into your neck, only coming up for an occasional kiss.
>Her body shook and twitched frequently with every little flick and prod at her insides, and a couple times you had to push her back because she'd almost slipped off the counter.
>But you made sure she remembered her place.
>There were no words spoken between either of you—nothing more than the sound of running water, shudders, and the quiet stickiness of your hand repeatedly slapping at her pussy.
>Her body told you more than any word she could think to say.
>And it told you she was about to cum.
>You wanted to taste it.
>With mere moments to spare, you pulled your finger out of Scootaloo and fell to your knees, leaving you eye-to-eye with her trembling pussy.
>You covered her mouth with a hand and started to suckle on her folds.
>She squealed into your hand and kicked at the air, but you weren't letting up.
>Why would you?
>How dare you ever entertain the thought?
>Scootaloo sucked in air through her nose and sighed heavily, but her huffs were easily drowned out by the rushing shower water.
>But lord, could she still sing when you needed her to.
>"A-A-"

>>43527490
>She seized, and finally she got what she wanted. With a quake of her limbs and a roll of her eyes, Scootaloo finally climaxed.
>You had to clamp her mouth shut to keep her from screaming, and even that was a challenge. If anyone listened close enough...
>Part of you didn't even care about that anymore. Not now.
>You did your part and held your own mouth in place to swallow her juices that now squirted freely with every twitch of her -battered- body.
>Your warm breath left your nostrils and washed over her waist, making the already humid situation even more so.
>Scootaloo didn't even look like she was lucid anymore—she was entirely checked out of this world, and yet she kept cumming.
>God, it was the hottest thing you'd seen in so long.
>When it was finally over, you swallowed everything she had to give you. Scootaloo weakly pried at your hand with one of her own, while the other ran its fingers through your hair.
>You missed that. She didn't do it often, but you loved it when she did.
>You sat there, knelt between her legs for several moments, letting her catch her breath.
>As soon as she was done, she weakly climbed off the sink and fell to her knees, resting against your legs as you stood up.
>Before you could help her up, Scootaloo reached over and fumbled with the folds of your pajama pants.
>Even though it should've been easy for her, it was taking too long.
>With a huff, she reached for the hem of your pants and boxers and forcefully pulled them down.
>Of course, you happily obliged her.
>Your hard cock sprung free the moment it was no longer confined.
>Scootaloo grabbed your shaft and started jerking you off, her soft little hand flying up and down.
>You couldn't get any harder if you tried.
>A strained grunt escaped your throat, followed by a shaky moan.
>It was hard not to look down and watch as this young girl serviced your cock over and over again.
>Suddenly, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it clean off her torso, leaving her topless before you.
>Her breasts grew a little since last month, you noticed.
>You wanted to tease her again, but this time it was her turn to play.
>Without waiting one more moment, Scootaloo took your cock into her mouth and started sucking with all her strength, like she'd been dreadfully starved of you.
>You tried your best not to moan aloud; you forced your face into your shirt and muffled a shudder.
>The young girl tittered through her nose and took you as deep into her throat as she could muster. She gagged a few times, but she'd gotten experienced enough that the threat of vomiting had since passed.
>All she focused on was making you feel good.
>And boy, did she ever!
>A few times, she'd pull her lips away with a soft smack and shaky breath, and she'd jerk your cock a few times with her little hand, and then dive right back in, working in tandem with her digits.
>You never said anything, nor did she ever ask of anything.

>>43527494
>She already knew what you wanted, and you knew what she was working for.
>You wanted so badly to go feral, to lose yourself, to show her exactly how much you missed this.
>But that would've been incredibly loud.
>It didn't matter now, anyway.
>You were already getting close.
>How long had it been? Five minutes? A minute? Less than?
>It was always hard to tell with her.
>You whimpered and placed your hand on her head, in a way telling her not to stop, not to pull away.
>But she was never going to do that, anyway.
>She was a good girl.
>A very g-good—
"Ngh...!"
>You came for the first time in weeks; Scootaloo is almost taken completely by surprise by not just the thickness, but the speed of each load jettisoning down her gullet.
>She swallowed everything she could. When she couldn't take any more, she pulled off your cock with a wet POP!
>You came on her face, her bare chest, even a few stray ropes landing in her hair. Your viscous seed coated her little lips and button nose.
>Scootaloo's scrunchy face told you that she was far, far, FAR from expecting this much...
>But you don't think she minded.
>Not that you noticed as much as you wished—your vision had gone hazy, and your hearing grew muffled with a piercing ring in the background.
>You could only move enough to help guide the tip of your cock against her lips, just to let one last load of cum dribble through her teeth.
>You shakily collapsed to your knees and fell against the sink, trying hard not to breathe too loud. All you could do was just stare at the poor cum-drenched little girl in front of you.
>Despite her scrunched lips and puffy cheeks, you could still make out a smile on her face.
>You wiped away some of the cum from her lips with your thumb, then stuck the appendage in her mouth.
>With a relaxed sigh, she suckled on your thumb until every trace of your seed was wiped clean from it.
>She swallowed it all—like a good girl should.
>Once it was finally over, you both collapsed against the sink, trying not to breathe too loudly.
>Scootaloo giggled to herself and licked weakly at her lips for the remaining cum.
>"Fuck, dude..." she sighed.
"Too much?" you ask her.
>"Nah, but like... you fucking covered me...!"
>You softly laughed at her predicament and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
"That was your fault~" you said teasingly.
>"Fuck you...!" she retorted with a giggle.
>You laughed again and kissed her on the lips.
>You pulled away only for a second and looked in her eyes.
>Those childish little wondrous eyes of her.
>"What?" Scootaloo asked you with an innocent little smile.
>You just kissed her again, this time longer than a second.
>Traces of your seed ran over your fingers, but you didn't care.
>You missed these little kisses.
>And it was obvious she did too.
>When you finally pulled away, neither of you really wanted to.
>But the shower was still running.

>>43527497
"Alright, now go wash that off," you tell her with a gentle pat on her cheek.
>Scootaloo pouted.
>"Aww, you're not gonna shower with me?"
>You gave her a sympathetic smile and caressed her cheek.
"Next time."
>"Promise?"
"Promise."
>You got up from the floor and zipped up your pants, then began making your way out the bathroom.
>But not before sneaking a peak behind you—just in time to watch Scootaloo pull down her pants and exposing her bare bottom to you.
>Your heart skipped a beat, but you left before you could say, or do, anything more.
>As you shut the door behind you, you felt a pit form in your stomach.
>Nobody saw what you did, and more than definitely nobody HEARD it.
>But if even one person did...
>You shook your head, trying to get that thought out of your head.
>Nobody saw it.
>Nobody heard it.
>All you had to do was keep it that way.
>But GOD... you missed this.

(And now the second half.)

>>43527501
>Not one day after that went by that you DIDN'T have sex.
>At the end of every school session and scavenging run, you'd both unwind on the couch, watch movies, and ultimately end up cumming down her throat.
>At the end of every night just before bed, you'd both cuddle, pepper her face with kisses, and ultimately end up making her wet the bed.
>It was no different from before you ended up here, albeit keeping it quiet.
>Apparently for Scootaloo, that only added to the fun of it, the idea of trying not to get caught.
>A literal deadly game of chicken.
>But Scootaloo was smart enough not to be loud, and you were smart enough not to get carried away.
>As much as it heightened your worries deep down... you didn't feel as stressed coming back from a run anymore, knowing she was waiting for you.
>Well, then again... she was always waiting for you.
>By the end of April, you'd finally gotten into the general routine of things, both around the Hospital and the apartment.
>The people had gotten to know you enough that on occasion a few times, you'd invited a few of them over to dinner.
>The idea of Scootaloo being a pretend sibling got her being cheeky more than once.
>From playing footsies under the table, to giving you a "playful" smack to the crotch.
>Sour Patch spent a good twenty minutes one evening telling you about his younger brother doing the same thing to him all the time growing up.
>... Well, almost the same thing.
>Another night, you had a game night with another guest, a lovely woman named Aspen in her late twenties.
>She was, by her own account, a hard-core gamer.
>Any game you put in her hand, she could master in an hour's time.
>Scootaloo was quick to challenge that.
>Naturally, the idea of anyone being better than her was insulting to her.
>It ended up being less of a game night and more of a game all-nighter; you don't think either of them got any sleep.
>By the time the sun came up, their session of Sky Cruisers ended in a draw.

>>43527503
>"No way, the Valeyard's the best plane! It's got more speed and gun slots and everything!" Scootaloo would shout... no, INSIST.
>"Please, everyone knows the Spitfire's the superior plane."
>"You take that back!"
>"Nyeh!"
>Even in your just-woke-up daze, the entire thing was an amusing way of starting your day.
>You didn't hang out with Aspen much, but if anything in the time you knew her... she kinda reminded you a lot of Scootaloo sometimes.
>It made you wonder if that's how she'd grow up to be...
>Guess you'll find out.
>But despite the normalcy, that's where the tedium started to finally kick in.
>Finding immediately edible food out in the world became harder to find—eventually you had to venture further into downtown and through apartments littered with corpses.
>You found a hefty amount of canned goods, but everything else was ruined by a hybrid of parasites and rodents.
>Scootaloo was busy working on rewriting whatever of her story had been lost, as well as continuing her schoolwork. At least twice on occasion, she had to stop by Rainy Skies' room for a brief recap because she hadn't been paying attention earlier that morning.
>Eventually, the days all began to blur together, to the point where you'd thought it was a whole week earlier.
>A few more people showed up to the Hospital and you didn't even realize it until you passed them in the halls.
>And it rained yesterday? What?
>In other words, things were getting boring.
>... And honestly, you loved it.

__________

>"Aww, man! That can't be it!"
"Haha, hold your horses, there's still one more part."
>It was late at night on the last day of April.
>You and Scootaloo had just come back from dinner and were indulging in an old 90s cartoon about robots racing. It was something Scootaloo picked off the shelf at random.
>Now she couldn't get enough of it!
>Both of you had been spending the last few days watching the first two seasons and were just wrapping up its third.
>Scootaloo was absolutely hooked on this particular Three Parter and could barely look away from the screen.
>Well... other than to suck your cock.
>She started fellating you halfway into the season and had been doing nothing more than licking and kissing it, with an occasional teasing of the tip.
>Her small hand was wrapped firmly at the base and was steadily, yet unevenly moving up and down.
>She laid on her side, atop your lap, and was devoting her attention between the screen and your member.
>As soon as the recap and intro started, she took you into her mouth and bobbed up and down.
>A photograph you'd taken ten minutes before sat on the coffee table, showing Scootaloo kissing the tip while an action scene was playing on the TV.
>You were more focused on the real thing right now.
>Scootaloo's head moved up and down, back and forth in your lap, and you could feel her moist tongue wrap around your shaft and glisten it in her saliva.

>>43527507
>Your hand sat numbly on her bare ass, her pajamas down to her hips, enough for you to give it a good squeeze.
>Her hot breath coated your lap and encouraged her to take you deeper.
>She gagged a bit but got the hang of it quick.
>It lasted until the intro ended, after which she popped off your cock and went back to licking and pumping while her eyes were glued to the screen.
>You think she wanted you to last until the end of the season.
>But you don't think that's gonna happen at this rate.
>She teased you relentlessly during the biggest fight scene of the episode, rubbing her lips up and down the length and suckling on the tip—and you don't think she was even doing it on purpose.
>Damn girl was hooked on this show.
>And honestly it wasn't all that bad.
>You just... don't remember the last six episodes.
>"C'mon, Geldero! Kick his ass!" Scootaloo shouted gleefully as the main character performed a dozen different combo moves against the villain.
>At the same time, she gave you more than a few enthusiastic pumps.
>You snorted through your nose and immediately felt it.
>You tapped Scootaloo's ass and she looked back to you.
>She knew exactly what it meant.
>"Aww, cumming already?" she asked smugly. "Lame."
>You laughed through your nose, but it was getting increasingly hard to hold it in.
>"Aww man, I don't wanna miss..." Scootaloo said to herself as the eye-candy on the screen flashed away.
>Suddenly she had the bright idea to grab the remote and rewind it five minutes earlier.
>"Awesome~"
>With that worry out of the way, she wasted no time in sticking your tip back in her mouth and jerking away.
>You didn't last another five seconds before you unloaded into her mouth. She tried hard to swallow what she could, but some of it still managed to seep through her lips and drip down your length.
>You lightly spanked her ass, earning a pleasured snort from her as she sucked the last of your cum out of you.
>Once you were fully spent, she pulled off with a wet POP and quickly went to work cleaning you off. Whatever she couldn't get, she wiped off with a couple nightstand tissues.
>"Phew!" Scootaloo exclaimed softly as she tossed the used tissues. "Couldn't hold it in, could ya?"
>You rolled your eyes playfully and ruffled her long hair.
"You know I never can with you."
>"You did for like two hours, though!"
"... True."
>"Laaaaaame~"
>You both snickered to each other and helped prop up Scootaloo until she was leaning against you.
"Sorry," you said with a soft chuckle. "I'll try harder next time."
>"Nah, s'alright. I like making ya cum anyway."
>With a smile, you lean in and kiss her, to which she accepted warmly with a giggle.
"Want me to do you now?"
>Scootaloo scrunched her lips and hummed in thought.
>"Nah, maybe later. I'm actually kinda tired already."
>You chuckled again.
"Alright, just lemme know when."

>>43527509
>The two of you sat huddled on the couch and continued watching the rest of the episode.
>Well, YOU finished the rest of the episode.
>Scootaloo was sound asleep by the time the credits rolled.
>Not having the strength yourself to carry her to bed, you decide to lay on your back and have her sleep on top of you.
>Eventually, the DVD cycled back to the beginning of the season, running quietly in the background.
>But you were busy watching Scootaloo sleep.
>Her face had relaxed, and her snores were loud yet softly expelled. Her entire body was just dead weight on top of you, only moving with every breath she took.
>Her long hair covered most of her face, and all you could do was brush it out of her way.
>You'd been meaning to give her a good haircut, or see if any of the others had any barbershop expertise, but she insisted it "didn't bother her yet".
>It wasn't that long, but give it another few months and that'll probably change.
>You stared at her for several minutes, watching her sleep in silence and wiping the little bit of drool from her lips.
>And yet she never looked so beautiful.
>You could kiss her lips right now.
>Steal one all for yourself.
>But that would be wrong.
>So you kissed her forehead instead.
"I love you," you whispered to her, hoping deep down she'd hear it.
>But of course, she already knew that.
>You didn't even remember falling asleep.
>You can't even remember the last time you slept without her.
>Hopefully the next time wouldn't be for a long time yet.

__________

THE NEXT MORNING
MAY 1

>After both waking up and cooking breakfast, Scootaloo quickly got dressed and grabbed her school notebooks and her story book.
"What do you got today?" you asked her as you cleaned off your dishes in the sink.
>"History stuff," Scootaloo answered blankly with scrunched lips, then perked up at you. "What d'ya know about the Lusitania?"
"Uhhh," you drone for a second as you think, "Shire Kingdom ship, sunk by the Germanes."
>"And...?"
>...
"Did you study?"
>"... Kinda."
"Scoot..."
>"I did! I just couldn't remember, that's all."
>You wanted to be disappointed, but your smile betrayed you.
"You're not getting quizzed today, are you?"
>"Nah, that's Friday. But... do you think you can help me study later?"
>Man... you haven't had to study in over a year.
>You didn't really miss that.
"Sure! We'll do a little bit after dinner."
>But for her, you'd always make an exception.
>Once the dishes were clean, you made sure Scootaloo was ready.
"Textbooks?"
>"Uh-huh."
"Good," you say with a smile as you plant your hands on her shoulders. "Now don't fall asleep again, got it?"
>"I wasn't gonna...! And that was ONE time!"
>You laugh softly through your nose and boop her on hers, earning a little annoyed squeak from her.
>It's quickly replaced with a relaxed sigh as you kiss her for several moments.
>Scootaloo's books fall to the floor and she tugs weakly at your shirt.

>>43527513
>She pulled her lips away only for a moment.
>"D'you want me to do anything real quick?"
>God, you could... but...
"Later," you answer with a smirk. "Now get to class, missy."
>She huffs and pecks you on the cheek.
>"Fine..."
>Scootaloo picked up her books and gave you a quick hug.
>"Love you, Nonny."
>Aww...
"Love you too, Scoot."
>After another couple moments, Scootaloo pulled away and walked out the door, leaving you to yourself.
>With a sigh, you put the remaining dishes away and clean up the living room from last night—including the photograph you'd taken.
>It's a good thing you lock the door at night...
>After putting the picture away and flushing the dirty tissues down the toilet, you set the camera on the nightstand, put on a fresh pair of clothes and went for a stroll down the halls.
>No scavenging runs for today, and you and Lucky Steer had already planted everything needed for the end of summer.
>Today, you considered it a well needed extra day off.
>There wasn't much to do around the Hospital, and the few people you found also walking about were keeping to themselves.
>You stopped by the cafeteria and helped yourself to a portion of leftover sausages from the community breakfast, then made your way down to the lobby and stepped outside.
>After making a quick excuse to the guards at the front gate, you passed them by and trotted your way down the road, feigning a workout jog.
>Once out of sight, you disappeared into the woods and dug your way through the shrubs and trees until you found the truck.
>It still sat there, as it had been for the last month. You still give the tires a good pump from time to time, and the battery still holds up.
>While you don't think you'll need it anytime soon, it'd be a good getaway car if you ever did.
>The sheet covering it does enough a job in hiding it from plain sight.
>Sitting inside, it's dark and feels claustrophobic as all hell.
>The only reason you even came out here at all was for one thing.
>You lean over the center console and reach for the handle of the glove box.
>You then reach in and pull out the revolver that'd belonged to Scootaloo's father.
>It was stupid not to bring it in, but you didn't think you'd need it.
>You count the bullets.
>Only two left—you spent eight of them training her back in Little Cedar.
>You pressed your face into your hand and sighed.
>You've helped do inventory on the armory at least once a couple weeks back—only because Sharp Eye needed a hand that day—and you don't remember seeing .22 rounds anywhere.
>The guards and the few folks that were carrying had anywhere from 9mm to .45s.
"Fuck," you whispered to yourself.
>You decided to take the gun back anyway.
>If you got lucky on a future run, who knows?
>Besides... it was good to have it, just in case.
>You didn't venture beyond the limits of the Hospital, but you did make it look to the guards as if you went for a jog and back.

>>43527515
>Even so, having some exercise helped keep you in good enough shape lately—the last thing you wanted was to gain back all the weight you'd lost since last year.
>Once back indoors, you immediately made your way back up to the upper floor and down the hall towards your apartment.
>Before you could turn the corner however, you bumped into Lucky Steer.
>"Oh!" he exclaimed before letting off a relieved chuckle. "Sorry about that, son."
"I-It's fine," you replied once the initial shock wore off. "How are you?"
>"Good, good. I was actually looking for you but saw you weren't home."
"Oh, I just went for a jog."
>It wasn't completely a lie, so it convinced Lucky straight away.
"Why? D'ya need me for something?"
>Lucky laughed softly.
>"Not at the moment, BUT Rosie did want me to ask if you and Scootaloo were able to join us tonight."
"You and Prim?" you asked him, tilting your head.
>"No, we're having a celebration down in the cafeteria tonight! Mountain Mist and Tango Shine decided they're getting married, so we figured we all celebrate the occasion!"
"Oh...! Well, uh, c-congrats to them! Is it just a normal get-together or...?"
>Lucky waved your question away with a smile.
>"Just a normal party, nothing too crazy. So no tuxedos, if you got any, hah!"
>You gave him a shy chuckle.
"Alright, I think we can swing by for a bit. When's it gonna be?"
>"Ehh, it'll be about seven, that way the kids can have some fun before bed."
"Sounds good," you answered with a smile of your own.
>"Great! I'll let Rosie know so we can figure out portions. Seven o'clock!"
>After a brief wave and goodbye, Lucky was gone, disappearing briskly behind the next corner.
>You returned to the apartment without any other distractions, pulled out the revolver from your waistband and placed it in the drawer by the couch for now, then sat on the couch and let out a long sigh, if only to decompress for a moment.
>You were still getting to know the people here even after a month of living here, but you were certain those two only showed up a week or so ago.
>While you still weren't completely up to chatting up everybody, it wouldn't hurt to stop by and show some support.
>Besides, you think Scootaloo might enjoy it too.
>You snorted to yourself—a year ago, you would've skipped the party and stayed in your dorm.
>Maybe unless Twilight were going, then...
>...
>You don't think about her often, but it still hurt every time you did.
>She'd want you to enjoy yourself, especially with other people.
>With a huff, you stood up from the couch and went into the bedroom, distracting yourself by picking up some of the dirty clothes from the floor.
>Huh, odd. You thought you already did that this morning.
>Maybe you need a nap too...!

>>43527520
LATER THAT EVENING

>After Scootaloo finished her school day and you spent a couple hours watching more of her favorite show, you decided to get yourselves ready for the party.
>Lucky DID say you could wear whatever you wanted, so you settled for your basic shirt and jeans—although you brought your hoodie too, in case it was a bit chiller downstairs.
>Scootaloo put on her hoodie with teal short sleeves, and a pair of green cargo jeans. You hadn't seen her wear these since probably Thanksgiving!
>"So what's this for, again?" Scootaloo asked as you double-checked your attire.
"Wedding party, apparently," you answered. "You know Mountain Mist and Tango Shine?"
>"No."
"... Me neither, actually," you said guiltily.
>Although Scootaloo seemed to find it funny judging by her giggles.
"But I figured it'd be nice for us to show up and have some fun."
>Scootaloo hummed.
>"Still would be nice if there were kids my age..." she mumbled.
>You gave her an apologetic smile.
"I know. But more people are coming every other week, so who knows? We might get another tween soon~"
>"... Okay, please never say 'tween' seriously ever again. That is so lame."
>You let out a hearty laugh as you stepped away from the mirror.
"Alright," you began. "You brush your teeth?"
>Scootaloo said nothing and pointed to her lips with a smirk.
>You smirked right back and kissed her deeply.
>Minty fresh.
>You pulled away and booped her nose.
"Good girl."
>After making sure everything was set, you and Scootaloo made your way down to the cafeteria, passing by a couple folk who decided to sit out the party.
>Apart from that, the halls were empty and quiet, dimly illuminated by the setting sun.
>But as you got closer to the cafeteria, the sound of overlapping chatter and laughter grew louder.
>As soon as you opened the double doors, the sound turned into a gentle roar of party goers and music on a nearby stereo.
>A few were dancing, but the rest were chatting each other up, no doubt waiting for everyone else to show up that could.
>Some of the younger kids were sitting in a corner, talking or filling in some coloring books. The second-oldest, Lilac Spray, saw the two of you enter and gave Scootaloo a wave.
>Scootaloo shyly waved back—she hadn't known Lilac all that long, but in her own words...
>("She's not THAT bad...")
>"Anon! Scootaloo!" a woman's voice called out from afar.
>You turned just in time to see Primrose approaching you, with Lucky Steer following behind her.
>She shook your hand and smiled.
>"I'm glad to see you could both make it," she exclaimed happily.
>She knelt down slightly and engaged Scootaloo face-to-face.
>"How's school lately, kiddo? Not too boring being the only one?"
>Scootaloo shrugged and shyly smiled.
>"S'alright," she told Primrose. "Another kid wouldn't hurt, though."
>Primrose chuckled.
>"Hopefully sooner than later?"
>"F-... Definitely~"
>With a smile, Primrose stood back up straight.

>>43527524
>"Well, we're still waiting on a few others, but feel free to help yourself to some food in the meantime! Plenty to go around."
>With that, the married couple strolled away to talk to some of the other folks that had arrived or were just walking through the doors.
>You turned to Scootaloo.
"Hungry?"
>"Fuck yeah, I'm hungry...!"
>You laughed at her enthusiasm and both made your way to the buffet table.
>And boy, "plenty" was underselling it!
>Meat, pork, potatoes, hot dogs, sausages, cakes, cranberry sauce, chili, even eggs!
>It may not be a feast fit for a king, but a feast's a feast!
>While you and Scootaloo ate your helping, more guests arrived, and soon after the guests of honor themselves!
>Mountain Mist, the bride-to-be, was dressed up in a gorgeous looking purple dress with white stripes from her waist to her ankles, and wearing blue high heels that were barely visible beneath said dress.
>Tango Shine, the groom, wore a simple tuxedo—it wasn't as glamorous as the dress, but Mist still had trouble keeping her eyes off him.
>They were congratulated and paraded around as the party began to pick up steam, while you and Scootaloo kept to yourselves for the moment.
>That was until Lilac Spray came over and asked Scootaloo if she wanted to hang out.
>At first, Scootaloo was reluctant, wanting to stick by your side.
>"Please? All the other kids are too young! They're boring!"
>If you could smirk any greater...
>It didn't take much to convince the kid any further, though she did pass you a glance as she walked away, as if to wonder if you'd be okay without her.
>You just smiled and waved her off, telling her to have fun, and her troubles eased enough to follow Lilac.
>With Scootaloo whisked away, you stood alone near the emergency exit, eating the rest of your food.
>It didn't take long for the party to kick off; everyone was dancing to the music or chatting each other up.
>Even Aspen had shown up and given you a playful salute from afar, though she'd been hand-in-hand with what you could only guess was her girlfriend.
>You hadn't known her long, but if her and Scootaloo's all-nighters kept on, that would change soon enough!
>For about an hour, you mingled with the party guests and talked about what you did before the outbreak; while there wasn't a whole lot to talk about beyond your college years, a lot of them couldn't help but be impressed that you were able to endure the way you did.
>As much as you thought about it, you always wondered if you would've done even half of what you did if it weren't for finding Scootaloo.
>Of course, you simply told them it was your sweet little sister keeping you pushing on, and they believed it.
>Not like you were completely lying about it, anyhow...
>About an hour later, you briefly stepped away from the party and stood outside by the front gate, peering out into the darkness. It was chilly tonight—thank God you thought to bring your hoodie.

>>43527526
>The sun had since gone down and the stars had come out. Despite the light coming off the hospital both in and out, you could still see the night sky as clear as anywhere else.
>You never really took the time to look at it without a window in the way.
>So many stars... and is that the center?
>Why hadn't you looked up sooner?
>The sound of footsteps behind you caught your attention. You glanced back to see Primrose coming up to your side.
>"Scootaloo wanted me to look for you," she explained before you could speak. "I figured I find you for her."
"She okay?" you asked.
>"Oh, she's fine. Lilac really seems to be taking a liking to her."
>You smiled, staring at nothing in particular.
"Yeah... she's been wanting another kid her age, but if she's hanging out with her, that's probably not too bad."
>Primrose chuckled.
>"She really likes that comic she's been working on. How long has she been working on that?"
>You hummed.
"November, I think. She had a computer to write it on, but that got destroyed back in Little Cedar. I'd been meaning to buy her ano... FIND her another one, but the city's still pretty new to me."
>"Hmm... well, maybe I'll have Intrelody plan a trip to the west side of town tomorrow," Primrose suggested. "I remember there being a computer shop down that way."
"I'd appreciate it," you told her with a smile, before turning back towards the dark pathway. "Scoot, definitely."
>Primrose smiled at you.
>"She's lucky to have a brother like you."
>You couldn't look her in the eye, but you did smile. One might easily chalk it up to shyness—much less guilt.
>"I can't even imagine how hard it must've been out there."
>You leaned against the fence and snorted softly.
"It wasn't -too- bad. But... guess I was more worried about long-term stuff. I mean, we spent almost a year in that dorm just fine, but how the fuck was I-... sorry... how was I gonna take care of her past that, you know?"
>Primrose shot you a sorrowful smile.
>"Well... I wondered the same thing too, right until we set everything up. I was worried we would've run out of food long before winter, and then...!"
>She paused, lost in thought herself.
>"But what kept a lot of us going were the kids. It always hurt seeing them hungry. We just kept pushing forward so we didn't have to see it happen anymore."
>Primrose smiled again and looked back at the Hospital.
>"And before you know it, we have lights, fifty people now, and enough food for the next three Partition Days!"
>She looked back at you.
>"And Scootaloo really seems to like it here now."
>You looked down to the ground and smiled.
"She's still warming up to it, but... yeah."
>"She's a sweet kid. I know it's probably been scary for her out there, but... she's safe here. Both of you."
>You sighed softly.
"I know... I just hope I'm doing enough for her."
>Suddenly, you felt Primrose pull you into a gentle hug.
>"You are. Your parents would be proud of you."
>Would they...?

>>43527527
>Though reluctant, you hugged her back, the warmth of her body against the cold air sending shivers down your spine.
"Thank you, ma'am."
>After a few moments, Primrose pulled away with a smile.
>"Now, ready to go back inside?" she asked you.
"Maybe a few more minutes," you replied.
>"Well, don't stay too long out here! You might catch a cold!"
>You looked up and weakly chuckled.
"Yes, ma'am."
>With a parting smile, Primrose turned towards the building and walked off.
>You stared at the millions of stars above you for another couple minutes, let out a sigh, and went back into the building with newfound vigor.
>When you got back, the party was still going strong. Everyone had helped themselves to some of the food, a few guests had indulged in the few available wine bottles, and the married couple-to-be were standing hand in hand, chatting to Primrose and Lucky Steer.
>Over at a private table, you saw Scootaloo and Lilac Spray talking and laughing to each other. About what, you couldn't tell...
>But you hadn't seen Scootaloo smile that wide in a long time.
>She definitely needed this.
>Maybe you did, too.
>For the next hour, you mingled with the other guests and indulged in more food. You didn't really know how to dance apart from raising your arms and swinging your hips, but nobody seemed to care on the dance floor.
>After Lilac and the other kids had been sent off for bed, Scootaloo joined you on the floor, getting lost in the mix of men and women flailing madly to the beat.
>At some point, she started flailing her arms like a chicken and tap dancing, and you couldn't help but return the gesture.
>There you both were, behaving like idiots in the middle of the dance floor, laughing your asses off.
>And you hadn't even had any wine...!
>Before long, nine o'clock had rolled about, and some of the guests began to call it for the evening. They said their goodbyes, took some extra food for tomorrow, and retired to their rooms.
>You and Scootaloo retreated to your quarters soon after and stuffed your leftovers in the fridge, then briefly crashed on the couch both with heavy sighs.
>"Fuck, I'm beat," Scootaloo moaned and let out a tired laugh, "but it wasn't that bad."
>You laughed and ruffled her hair.
"Good, I'm glad. You like talking to Lilac?"
>Scootaloo leaned into your touch and blew a loose lock of her hair away from her face.
>"Yeah! She's actually pretty cool! We were talking about Power Ponies for like an hour. I think I'm gonna show her my story after school tomorrow."
"Hmm... Before you know it, you'll have your own little fan club."
>"Hey, yeah! "The Scootaloo Fan Club" doesn't sound so bad."
>You and Scootaloo shared a couple laughs as you cuddled on the couch in the dim-lit living room.
>Though you were tempted to turn on a movie to fill the empty space, Scootaloo's company was always more than enough for you.
>"... Kinda wish we got drunk, though," Scootaloo uttered, laying her head down on your lap.

>>43527529
>That's when a thought came to you.
>You lightly pushed Scootaloo aside and went over to the fridge.
>When you came back to the couch, you were holding a couple beer bottles—one of them, you held out to Scootaloo.
"They're probably flat, just so you know."
>"... Eh."
>She took the bottle.

:::::

>You didn't remember getting to the bed.
>But it was somewhere between your first and tenth bottle.
>You and Scootaloo drunkenly tumbled to the mattress, your lips never parting for even a moment.
>The taste of flat beer emanated from her hungry maw, and in spite of it, it only made you want more.
>You lightly squeezed at one side of her neck, while tending to the other side with your tongue. You lapped and nibbled hungrily at it, earning a series of moans and shudders through the young girl's nostrils.
>Scootaloo wrapped her arms underneath yours and grabbed weakly at your back; she grabbed clumps of the loose fabric of your shirt, trying to pull you in deeper.
>Instead, all you did was go lower—from her neck, you lifted her hoodie and sucked on her small but hard nipples. Again, she'd whine, but you never stopped unless she wanted you to.
>If she ever did so.
>You went lower, peppering her pudgy yet thinning little tummy with little pecks. Scootaloo jolted slightly and giggled, no doubt finding the sensation ticklish—a brief respite from your lustful indulgence.
>They quickly turned back into moans once you got to her waist. You worked drunkenly to wrap your fingers into the hem of her pants just to pull them down.
>It took a moment, but you succeeded, and her cargo pants came sliding down her soft, smooth legs.
>You didn't even wait to take them off all the way before you were between Scootaloo's legs.
>You'd already found what you were looking for.
>With no time wasted, you started licking her already wet pussy. As expected, she started to moan and whimper.
>She did her best to hold it in, to keep from being too loud, but the music playing next door did half the work in muffling her cries of arousal.
>While you licked, you plunged your middle finger into her and felt for her g-spot.
>The moment you found it, you rubbed without restraint, all while lapping at her folds—giving ample attention to her clitoris.
>Scootaloo almost screamed, but your free hand kept her cute little mouth shut.
>Her thighs, while slim, threatened to choke you as they wrapped tightly around your neck. Her entire body shook, her senses completely overloaded with your lecherous assault on her privates.
>She squeaked and panted into your palm, each utterance growing higher and higher in pitch. Her muscles stiffened, and she tightly grabbed your hair in her hands.
>She was about to-
>"MMMPH!"
>Scootaloo let out a muffled scream and thrashed in place; her eyes rolled back and she babbled incoherently into your hand.
>Almost immediately after, her juices filled your mouth.
>Like any good "brother" would, you swallowed every last drop.

>>43527534
>You laid there, mouth cupped to her pussy, until she was completely spent.
>When she was done, she laid back into her pillow and stared at the ceiling while sucking in air through her nostrils.
>You carefully pulled away from her pussy, but not before giving it a quick kiss.
>Scootaloo expectedly shivered from the sensitivity alone.
>The next door neighbors were none the wiser—they were still playing their tunes, but you were enjoying -hers-.
>Scootaloo was absolutely spent. She looked like she wasn't going anywhere for the rest of the night.
>She looked absolutely overcome.
*CLICK*
>And cute!
>You set the camera aside and climbed your way back up the bed to meet her face.
"You alright?" you asked her softly.
>Though exhausted from the ordeal, she still gave you a nod and a goofy smile.
>Definitely had the energy to steal a kiss from you, too!
>While kissing her, you firmly cupped one of her breasts in your hand, eliciting a moan from her throat.
>In your drunken stupor, you couldn't help yourself—your hand started drifting again, exploring Scootaloo's body, but careful not to touch her still-sensitive bits just yet.
>Although, you couldn't help but give her bare bottom a good squeeze.
>It was so hot in the room, and your pants were so tight... so claustrophobic!
>You fumbled in the bed and kicked them until they sat at the foot of the mattress, along with your boxers.
>Your hard cock stood at attention, and you assumed your position—knelt right above Scootaloo's chest.
>Your tip touched and tickled her nose, forcing a giggle out of her.
>It didn't take long for her to take hold of your shaft with one hand and tease your tip with her tongue.
>If your heart could beat any faster...
>You grabbed the camera and pointed it down at the sight before you.
>Scootaloo was quick to make a face just as the flash lit up the room.
>The image was blurry; Scootaloo's hand was a smear beneath her, and her eyes were half open with the goofiest looking face she'd ever made.
>She loved it.
>You almost dropped the camera as Scootaloo went to work on your cock. Her tongue ran back and forth against it, and she sucked hungrily at it like a straw.
>Her hands sat firmly at your hips to keep you in place, while your upper half leaned forward against the headboard of the bed.
>Scootaloo's moist little mouth took you again and again, leaving you weak in the knees, but you sat firmly up as to not crush the poor girl.
>You could see her glance up at you and giggle at your struggle.
>You let out a chuckle that broke into a moan as you felt your ears grow hot, and your loins begin to ache.
>Scootaloo knew exactly what it meant, and immediately ramped up her efforts to make you...!
>Your whole body seized as you unloaded into Scootaloo's mouth.
>In a blind fit of lust, you grabbed the camera and pointed it down, and took three pictures in mid-succession.

>>43527536
>As you did so, Scootaloo pulled your cock out of her mouth and jerked you off to completion; a few thick strands coated her face, while the rest fell upon her neck and chest.
>Once you were spent, you set the camera and photos back down on the night stand, and fell beside Scootaloo, both of you trying to catch your breath.
>You kissed her shoulder and watched her lick off the seed from her face and chest with her fingers, then helped her wipe off the rest with a tissue.
>A few minutes later, after you'd both cleaned and redressed, you laid in bed and gently played with Scootaloo's hair, while she did the same to yours.
>Neither of you talked for several minutes—you just enjoyed each other's company.
>Her breathing grew gentler by the minute, and eventually she stopped playing with your hair. Before she fell asleep completely, you kissed her one more time, and she tiredly reciprocated it with a smile.
>Once she was asleep, it didn't take long for you to follow her.
>You slept soundly, completely unaware of the world around you.
>Completely unaware of the camera, hidden in the corner of the bedroom.
>Completely unaware—the entire time—that it was on.

__________

>The morning was quiet and still.
>When you awoke, there was nary a sound, nor a footstep or muffled voice.
>Judging from the sunlight outside, it must've been eight in the morning. A quick glance at your watch, and you weren't too far off.
>Scootaloo still slept soundly beside you in the bed, her hair tossed over her face and leaving only her nose and mouth visible.
>You kissed the top of her head and carefully crawled out of bed to use the bathroom. Afterward, you got dressed and went into the living room.
>The SEVERAL beer bottles from last night still stood scattered across the coffee table. The one bottle you never finished was completely warm and flat.
>Why you tried it for yourself, you still had no damn clue.
>Once you emptied and threw all the bottles in the trash, you sat on the couch for a few minutes to let yourself wake up a little more—and to give the cute little brat in the bed a few more minutes of sleep before getting her ready for school.
>As for you, you'd have to talk with Intrelody about a computer run, if Primrose hadn't told him already. Then it was a matter of figuring out how to salvage anything from the laptop—if that was even an option.
>But that was a job for Future Anon.
>You had a young girl to wake up!
>With newfound energy, you got up and went into the bedroom, ready to wake up Scootaloo.
>But as soon as you did, you stopped.
>Something caught your eye, on your left.
>A light?
>You looked over to the TV in the corner.
>It was off, and it didn't look like there was an-
*click*
>You froze.
>Slowly, your eyes drifted upward to the top of the Television.
*click*
>More specifically, the camera on top of it.
*click*
>The camera that wasn't there yesterday.
*click*
>The camera that was on.
*CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK-*

>>43527537
>The light of the camera shut off, and the Television turned on.
>It took a few moments for the image to show up on the screen.
>But there you were, with Scootaloo, as you were last night.
>Between her legs, on her chest.
>Every little whimper and moan she made.
>Every little moment.
>And with that, the TV shut off.
>Lucky...
>That was why...
>You hadn't realized you started breathing so hard. Your heart was threatening to rip out of your chest.
>Your legs almost gave out on you, and your hearing slowly drowned out by a ringing in your ears.
>You wanted to puke.
>But in that very same moment, you steeled yourself and calmed your breathing long enough for a single thought to run through your head.
>You needed to get the fuck out of here.
>You ran to the bedside and shook Scootaloo awake.
"Scoot, ScootScootScootScoot," you said frantically, trying to stir the young girl awake.
>In less than a moment, she jolted up in bed and looked around in shock.
>"Wh-Wha-What? What? What happened? Am I late?"
>Several questions in quick succession, but only one answer.
"We need to go," you told her, hands on her shoulders. "We need to get out of here."
>"Wh-What...?"
"Grab your stuff, we gotta go."
>You pulled away from Scootaloo and raced to pack whatever you deemed essential.
>"Wait, what happened? Anon! What hap-"
>As soon as her eyes fell on the Television, it took less time to spot the camera.
>You could see the moment her heart stopped dead in her chest.
"It's alright," you tried to say as calmly as possible. "It's alright, just get your stuff, kiddo."
>It took a few more moments for her gears to start moving again; in a flash, Scootaloo was out of bed and packing her own bag.
>It wasn't long before your duffel bag was full of a score of clothes and food.
>Only thing except for...
"Gun, gun, gun, gun, where's the fucking gun..."
>You had to think before it came to you.
>Bag in hand, you rushed out the bedroom door and towards the living room nightstand.
>You were just two steps away when-
*BANG BANG BANG*
>The sounds of fists and shoes on the front door startled you.
>Then you heard one of them put their entire weight against it.
>Scootaloo ran out of the bedroom with her own belongings and stared at the door.
>She was terrified, you knew that much.
>"Anon...?"
>You were too, but you had to be strong.
>You looked behind you, and saw the door to the balcony.
>It was a long way down...
>You turned back to Scootaloo, knelt down, caressed her cheeks, and looked her in the eyes.
"It's gonna be fine, Scoot."
>"But-"
>With a smile, you kissed her for a moment.
>She wanted to reciprocate it, wanted to trust your word.
>But she was so fucking scared.
>"Promi-"
>The front door crashed open, and you got up to your feet and stood in front of Scootaloo.
>Eyeing you down were the familiar forms of Lucky Steer and Intrelody, accompanied by Clover Seed and Eastern Gail—two of the morning shift guards.

>>43527542
>The barrels of their rifles were pointed square at you, but they soon lowered them the moment Lucky began to approach you.
>He had a small baton swung out in his hand.
"Lucky, don't do this-"
WHAM!
>He didn't listen to your pleading, and instead struck you with the baton. You managed to block the first hit, but then—in a fit of rage—Lucky was able to hit you in both the gut and one of your legs, before clipping you just enough in the head to knock you on your ass and force every ounce of air from your lungs.
>"NO! STOP!"
>Scootaloo attempted to push Lucky away, but she was quickly detained by the two guards.
>"Go on," Intrelody motioned to them, "get her outta here, she don't need to see this. You got this, Lucky?"
>"Yeah."
>His voice... it just dripped with venom.
>"NO! GET OFF ME! LET ME GO!! ANON!!"
>Scootaloo screamed and thrashed wildly in their grip trying to escape, but they were much bigger and clearly stronger than she was.
>They carried her out the door while Intrelody blocked her view of you, until he shut the door behind you.
>Leaving you all alone with Lucky Steer.
>You struggled to get to your knees, but Lucky was right there behind you.
>"So... like fucking kids, do ya?"
>You didn't get a chance to say or do anything before he kicked you in the ribs, forcing you down to the floor again.
>Then he kicked you again, and you could hear an audible crack deep within you.
>Again, the air was forced out of you—the pain was unlike anything you'd ever felt before.
>But another kick from Lucky found a way to make it worse.
>They weren't gonna lock you up.
>They were gonna fucking kill you.
>Lucky reared his foot back again for another kick. Before he could, your adrenaline pushed you to your knees. While he kicked the air, you reared back your fist and struck him square in the stomach.
>He recoiled immediately, allowing you to land another punch in his jaw.
>But he quickly recovered before you could land a third punch; he dodged it and struck you in the chest.
>You grabbed him by his shirt before you could fall, and the two of you wrestled your way towards the nearest wall. Lucky shoved you hard into the wall, very nearly putting you through it.
>He pinned you there and punched you in the face a few times; you were able to brace yourself, but it hurt with every hit.
>"How many kids did you rape before her?!" he screamed at you. "HOW MANY?!"
>He reared his fist back again, but before he could hit you again, you headbutted him as hard as you could.
>Your head was spinning, and you nearly lost all clarity for a moment.
>It was NOT like the movies.
>Unfortunately, Lucky regained himself much quicker than you, grabbed you and threw you back to the floor, towards the couch.
>You looked up to see the nightstand just a few feet away.
>You tried to pull yourself up, but Lucky grabbed you from behind and threw you back to the floor.
>You smacked the back of your head against the floor and were left stunned.

>>43527547
>It lasted until you felt Lucky wrap his hands around your neck.
"GRKKH!" was all you could mutter as he began to strangle you.
>His grip was tight. So tight, you couldn't breathe—your hearing faded, and your entire body seized up at the sudden lack of oxygen.
>But Lucky kept squeezing.
>"To think you actually made me DOUBT my fucking wife...!
>"I KNEW there was a reason she didn't FUCKING trust you...!
>"You thought you could do that to a little girl?! FUCK YOU!"
>He screamed obscenities in your ear and squeezed tightly around your throat.
>You tried desperately to breathe, but you couldn't get anything through.
>Your vision started to grow hazy again, and the sound of your quickening heartbeat amplified through your ears with every passing second.
>No matter how hard you struggled, you couldn't pull his hands away; in fact, it only made him clamp down tighter.
>You couldn't breathe. You couldn't think.
>God, it hurt so much.
>You were actually dying.
>You didn't want to die.
>"LET ME GO!"
>You couldn't die.
>"NO!"
>Not yet.
>"ANOOON!!"
>You couldn't leave her alone.
>Weakly, you felt the floor around you, trying to find something to grab.
>A lamp. A book. A...
>You touched something and immediately held onto-
>THE BATON.
>You planted yourself firmly against the floor and-
>WHAM!
>With all the strength you had left in you, you struck Lucky as hard as you could in his head.
>In an instant, he released his grip on you and recoiled at the sudden strike.
>You took this as your only opportunity, and shoved him aside. Before he could get up, you struck him again—this time, in the leg.
>Before he could get back up, you dashed to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out Scootaloo's revolver.
>"You moTHERFU-"
BLAM!
>The sound of a gunshot filled your ears, and you were left deafened for only a moment.
>When it returned, you heard the sound of Scootaloo wailing loudly in the hallway, while a pair of voices tried to calm her down.
>A few feet away, Lucky fell onto his back and clutched his chest tightly. His breaths were tight and quick, and he stared up at you in shock.
>You stood there, gun still pointed at him, and waited.
>A few seconds later, Lucky went limp.
>His eyes relaxed, and his arms fell lifelessly to his side—revealing the gaping, bleeding gunshot wound in his chest, right where his heart would be.
>He never got back up.
"... I-I'm s-ssorry..."
>You could barely get the words out.
>You could only hope he would hear it.
>BLAM! BLAMBLAMBLAM!
>The sound of gunshots in the hallway forced you to cower behind the nightstand.
>Then you felt your heart drop.
"Scoot..."
>Your feet almost couldn't catch up with how quickly you'd moved.
>It wasn't until you tried opening the front door that you realized how much you were shaking.
>You steeled yourself just enough to grab the handle and pull it open.
>Only to be met with a teary, bloodshot-eyed Scootaloo pointing her gun at you.

>>43527551
"HEY! HEY, hey, hey, hey," you said breathlessly. "It's me, Scoot. It's me, it's me, it's me..."
>Scootaloo, with a shudder, lowered the pistol in her hand.
>She was shaking, with fresh tears running down her face.
>Her face and shirt had blood on them.
>Immediately, you knew it wasn't hers.
>"A-Aan-"
>You pulled her into the room and held her tight to your body.
>She started sobbing and heaving, drowning out your own heavy breathing.
>"I-I thought, I THOUGHT THEY-"
"I'm okay, I'm okay," you told her repeatedly. "I'm okay, Scoot... I'm okay..."
>The hug was short-lived as the building's alarm system started to go off.
>With a heavy snort, you pulled back and looked Scootaloo in the eyes.
>But before you could say anything, you heard footsteps in the hallway; you looked up just in time to see another guard, Nimbus, standing in the doorway, staring down at Lucky's corpse a few feet away.
>Then she eyed the two of you, especially Scootaloo—bloodied as she was.
>"... What did you do?" she asked shakily.
>You froze in place. You couldn't speak or move.
>Nimbus raised her gun.
>"What the FUCK DID YOU-"
BLAM!
>She fell to the ground before she could finish, her body dropping like a sack of potatoes.
>Blood spurted from the bullet hole in her head.
>You recoiled at first from the loudness of the shot, but when you recovered, you found yourself staring at Scootaloo.
>Smoke stemmed from the tip of her gun.
>The look on her face...
>The moment was short-lived.
>While people were screaming and cowering in their rooms, while the remaining guards were making their way up to you, you grabbed Scootaloo's hand, swooped up your bags, and ran to the balcony without hesitation.
>You tossed your belongings over the railing into the bushes below, and turned to Scootaloo.
"I'll go first and catch you, got it?"
>Scootaloo almost didn't hear the question; she stared at Lucky and Nimbus still laying where they were.
"Don't look at them," you pleaded. "Don't look!"
>You climbed over the railing and briefly looked down below. It was a decent drop, but the bushes seemed thick enough to cushion most of the fall—so long as you landed right.
>Before you jumped, you grabbed Scootaloo's hand and planted it firmly on the railing.
"Look at me."
>And she did.
>She watched as you jumped from the railing to the ground below.
>It was a brief rush through your body, cut short as soon as you landed in the shrubs. They weren't as bushy as you hoped, but they kept you from breaking anything.
>Once you got to your feet, you looked up at Scootaloo.
>She was breathing heavily now, her hand on the railing shaking ever so lightly as the ground suddenly looked much further away from her than she thought.
>You just raised your hands up to her.
"I got you," you panted.
>She held tightly onto the railing and quivered.
>"Check every room!" the guards shouted.
>So far, and yet so close.
>Your heart started to race.
"Scootaloo!"

>>43527555
>It wasn't the muffled shouting of the guards outside the room, but your voice that was enough to spring Scootaloo into action at last.
>Shakily, she climbed over the railing and looked down at you from above.
>Then she closed her eyes and jumped.
>As soon as she was within your grasp, you held her tightly and fell back into the bushes, cushioning the rest of her fall.
>You gave yourself only a moment to shrug off the pain in your back before you were on your feet.
"Bag," you whisper-shouted. "Hurry!"
>Scootaloo, once she got her bearings, grabbed and put on her backpack. You fastened the sling of your duffel bag tightly around your shoulder.
>With a firm point to the treeline, you said only two words.
"Now RUN."
>And she did.
>Scootaloo made a mad dash towards the treeline you were pointing at, looking behind her shoulder to see if you were right behind her. You lagged behind about twenty feet, though not for lack of breath.
>If they were going to catch either of you, you wanted it to be JUST you.
>To your luck, it seemed they were confined to the top floor for now, no doubt scoping out each room as they went. The rooftops were empty, not a guard in sight.
>This was your only chance!
>You and Scootaloo parted from the building and ran into the clearing between the building and the forest, running as fast as your lungs would allow. Scootaloo was much faster than you, though it didn't take long for you to catch up.
>In less than ten seconds, the two of you disappeared deep into the treeline and hid behind the biggest tree you could find to catch your breath. You were both panting madly, but tried to muffle it once you heard the sound of shouting from afar.
>You peeked out from behind the tree and saw the remaining guards back on the rooftops, scoping out the surrounding areas—including the treeline where you were.
>You were deep enough in that they couldn't see you, but you still retreated.
>Once you'd caught your breath, you looked down at Scootaloo and motioned to keep quiet.
"Slow," you mouthed.
>With a shaky nod, she followed your lead.
>It was a slow, quiet, and tense trek through the woods. Every snap of a twig or flutter of wings kept you both on edge. Sometimes you timed your steps.
>You could hear your heart racing.
>Scootaloo was shaking as you touched her shoulder, but she was brave and kept moving.
>Don't stop, you'd tell yourself. Just don't stop moving.
BLAM!
>Scootaloo nearly screamed, but you covered her mouth just in time, and stood completely still.
>The guards were firing off rounds into the distance, opposite from you. You couldn't make out what they were even shooting at from this distance.
>You could only guess when you heard an agonized scream echoing out a moment later.
"Go, go, go," you said hushedly to Scootaloo, and the two of you continued moving at a brisk pace.
>Keep going, you said to yourself. Just keep going.

>>43527556
>A few long, uneasy minutes later, you spotted the familiar black tarp of the truck. Scootaloo raced towards it, and you followed close behind her.
"Get in," you ordered her, "I got the tarp."
>You lifted the tarp on the passenger door and allowed Scootaloo to hop inside, after which you hastily began removing the tarp one strap at a time.
>It took less than thirty seconds to rip it down; you shoved it in the back seat and immediately hopped into the driver seat.
>The key sat on the dashboard, right where you left it. You grabbed it and immediately turned the engine over.
>It took a moment, but it roared to life.
>You shifted the gear into Reverse and-
>Scootaloo gasped.
>She was staring ahead of the truck, her entire body frozen, and her eyes widened with absolute terror in them.
>When you looked ahead, you could only do the very same.
>A lone figure stood a fair distance away, staring blankly at the truck. Immediately, you didn't recognize them as anyone from Providence.
>You saw the trail of dry blood running down their chin, staining their clothes. Their hair was a mess, and their clothes were lightly tattered.
>And their eyes...
>God, their eyes...
>Empty, yet wanting.
BLAM!
>Another gunshot from afar caught the figure's attention; they turned and ran off, disappearing into the thickness of the foliage.
>You didn't hesitate.
>Pressing down on the pedal, you reversed your way out of the woods through the exact same path you entered a month before.
>As soon as you reached the clearing, you turned the truck around and floored it. You didn't stop until you reached the main road.
>Once you did, you turned left and put as much distance between you and Providence as you could.
>You didn't know where you were going. All you knew was that you needed to drive.
>Drive and don't look back.
>That lasted not even five minutes before you pulled over, burst out of the truck, hunched over, and vomited all over the ground.
>Your whole body shuddered violently every time chunks forced themselves out of your throat. Your nose started running, and your heart felt like it was about to give out on you.
>And then it was over, just like that.
>You were left heaving on the ground, sucking in air.
>And as you did, you heard Scootaloo puking behind you; the window was open and she was lurched through it, vomiting in the grass.
>In between, she was sobbing silently to herself.
>Still catching your breath, you wiped off your mouth and slowly approached her.
>You sat in the driver seat and held out your hand towards her, her back towards you.
>She stopped vomiting, but still she cried.
>You were scared to touch her. So many things running your head, so many worries.
>What was she thinking?
>You placed your hand on her shoulder.

>>43527557
>Suddenly, she turned around and buried herself into your chest, and sobbed all over again.
>"I DIDN'T WANNA KILL THEM!" she cried. "I DIDN'T MEAN IT!"
>Scootaloo violently shuddered as she wailed, her arms wrapped tightly around your barrel.
>All you could do was hug her tightly.
>You found yourself staring in the rearview mirror.
>You were a mess; vomit on your lips, bruises on your neck, bloodshot eyes.
>And a crying little girl in your arms.
>What did you do?
>God...
>What the fuck did you do...?

END OF PART 2

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Sorry for the six month wait. Been out of town for months and dealing with other IRL stuff lately.
Also I hope this chapter wasn't too out there or sudden. I had the general plotline in my head for years now but wanted to expand it enough rather than play it out in a page.

Once I get the next chapter going, I'll release it in bursts, not as a whole, that way it's more spaced out.

>>43527562
More good stuff. The repercussions of this probably fucked that community up quite hard. Also Scoot has a nice kill count going now.

>>43527503
>ultimately end up making her wet the bed
fucking HOT

>>43527562
>Scootaloo takes two by accident
>People will probably believe anon forced her
Yeah... Anonymous, whatever you do, don't go golfing. TRUST ME.

>>43527443
could you do a black metal inspired outfit? specifically for silver spoon? I think her hair and skin tone is perfect for it. full black leather jacket and pants with an m60 bullet belt and spiked gauntlets and shinguards. and of course corpse paint with her cute little glasses over it. her affinity for literature I think would lend to an interest in black metal as much of it is rooted in fantasy literature such as lord of the rings and mythos

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>>43527562
Man how the hell do you write so much? I get home from work tired as a bitch and can barely crank out a few sentences.

>>43528040
Very slowly over a period of months. :)
There were definitely days where I wrote maybe a paragraph or two and called it a night, then days where I'd write an entire section.

>>43527443
slinky kittyjack..

>>43527503
I just realized if they get caught, Anon can blame Lucky for putting the idea in his head
>>43527507
.. hybrid, you say?
>>43527513
ugh, if the apocalypse comes and we still have to do SCHOOL, I'm not going.
>>43527515
Oh man good thinking about the prep required to keep the truck usable...
>>43527524
>That is so lame
Thank you! God.
>>43527534
Nooo, alcohol and secrets don't mix!
>>43527536
Anonnnn!
>>43527542
why the fuck did they wait so long? and again, who the fuck has this kind of ridiculous priorities in an apocalypse? god. I'm very much losing the reality here. I don't think anyone in the world would behave this way except in toughguy online posts.

>>43527551
well, nobody's gonna miss him. I guess you could say that was a lucky shot
Jesus, of all the things I thought this story would be, I didn't expect this.. to carve out a little paradise and then start spying on people and getting in their business when they're clearly happy and healthy? when you can barely get food?
>>43527556
wait, what ARE they shooting at?
>>43527557
a lone figure is not a 'they.'
"whoever the figure was" can be they. wait so are there zombies after all?
>>43527562
I hope Anon lets Scoot know how proud he is of her.
>>43527602
Right? I hope they find the camera and their conclusion is "jesus christ who was spying on that nice couple? Also can I get a copy of that?"
>>43528055
Do you do a lot of outlining in the form of brief vignette sentences, then rearrange them and then flesh out what's in between? or am I the only retard that writes that way