My name is Scootaloo.
I am a pony.
I was 18 years old.
My boyfriend is named Rumble.
We fly on a regular basis.
He asks for a movie night, something exciting.
Think of two things we love:
Rainbow Dash and flying.
I go out of my way to find a Rainbow Dash movie.
Rumble laughs and says it's fucking retarded.
No flying for a week.
One night Rumble is over and we are cuddling.
We start kissing and I reach towards his cutie mark.
He stops me,
and says,
NO.
I ask, "why?"
He says it's because of the movie.
He is weirded out and thinks we need to take a break.
I tell him it was a stupid mistake.
There is a bang on the window.
I fly over to check it out.
The smell of rainbows is unbearable.
The window shatters and a fully aroused Dash enters the room.
"Applejack needs your help. She's trying hard doing what she can."
Rumble inserts his wings into the air.
We begin flying hard.
Dash rainbooms in front of him and begins to race.
Neigh in pure ecstasy as we all create rainbooms.
Dash exits through the window and recedes into the bushes.
Rumble and I cuddle for the rest of the night.
"Dash is love." I say, "Dash is life."