My name is Scootaloo.
I am a pony.
I was only 9 years old.
I loved Rainbow Dash so much. I had all her posters and action figures.
I lead a congregation devoted to her.
I prayed to Dash every night before bed, thanking her for the life I'd been given.
"Dash is love." I'd say. "Dash is life."
My sister, Cheerilee hears me saying this.
She calls me a faggot.
I knew she was just jealous.
Jealous of my devotion for Dash.
I called her a cunt.
She slaps me with her hoof and sends me to bed.
I'm crying now.
My face hurts.
I lay in my bed; it's really cold.
A.... ....warmth.....
....is moving towards me.
I feel something touch me.
It's Dash.
I am so happy.
She whispers into my ear.
"Three months of winter coolness."
She grabs me with her powerful Wonderbolt arms and puts me on my hooves and knees.
I'm ready.
I spread my wings for Dash.
She rainbooms my flankhole.
It hurts so much.
But I do it for Dash.
I can feel my cutie mark forming as my eyes start to water.
I push against her force.
I want to please Dash.
She neighs a mighty neigh as she fills my flank with a cutie mark.
Cheerilee walks in.
Dash looks her straight in the eye and says:
"It's 20% cooler now."
Dash flies through my window.
Dash is love.
Dash is life.