New Story Posted: Masks, and Those Who Wear Them

Hey there, folks. I know there are only seven of you currently following me, but I'm grateful for your attention all the same, and I want to point you towards my new story and/or talk it up a little bit.

Masks, and Those Who Wear Them

Scootaloo knows that she’s a failure. With her college life coming to an abrupt halt, she’s also sure she’s going to be spending a lot of time telling everyone that she’s more okay than she feels. Rainbow Dash is a success, at least in the eyes of her friends. With her little pseudo-sister returning home to Ponyville, there’s an opportunity for a long-desired reconnection.

Scootaloo is pretending to others to be in control of her life. Rainbow Dash is pretending to others to be in control of herself. Now there’s only the question of how long they’ll pretend to each other, and of who will be in control when they stop.

Like Recherché, and like pretty much every story you can expect from this account, it's a Mature (Sex) fic. Also like Recherché, it's not fully focused on clop, though here even less so (at least in these initial chapters).

It's more a post–coming of age story, about an underachieving, somewhat maladjusted young adult Scootaloo, whose failures have led to her having to leave higher education and return home to Ponyville. Waiting for her there are many old friendly faces, one belonging to Rainbow Dash – who this Scootaloo has never quite felt worthy of, and who out of anyone she most desperately fears will realize how badly she feels she's messed her course in life up. As the story continues, we'll see impressions such as these shift and evolve into something very unlike what Scootaloo was expecting.

…Aaand I hope that does a decent enough job hooking folks into giving the fic a shot, if the cover image (the original version of which, alongside other pieces by that artist, inspired the story) and/or the description weren't enough on their own. Hope you all find it interesting, and thanks for your time.

Comments

[Shining Dawn]

In that case, maybe I'll read it.