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// Ending 6: Touching The Sky 
// Story: Satisfaction Guaranteed 
// by Zurvan 
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Ending 6: Touching The Sky
By: Dusk Midnight Melody

Scootaloo’s first reaction upon drinking the potion was to throw it straight back up again, preferably aiming for and getting Flim, Flam or Trixie in the process. Truly she’d never tasted anything so vile in all her young life, although that one time during a Crusader sleep over at Carousel Boutique when it had been Sweetie Belle’s turn to cook breakfast came very close.
The orange filly clutched at her insides as the viscous liquid burned its way down her oesophagus into her belly. Scootaloo didn’t know how but she could feel the damned potion in her belly, like her very gut was on fire.
Involuntarily she dropped to her knees and started to writhe in pain on the grass in front of the startled salesponies.
“Um…Scootaloo…the Great and Powerful Trixie demands to if you’re alright…please?”
“Alright? Alright!?” Scootaloo managed to shoot the showmare a hateful look as she writhed in the dirt. “Do I…aaaaAAAAAAgggggHH! It burns, it bucking burns!...look alright?”
Scootaloo screamed as the potion she had just drank began to work its way down her legs to her hooves. So intense was the pain tears formed and streamed down her cheeks, staining her orange fur with their passage.
Flim looked at Flam; “Run.”
Flam looked at Flim; “Run.”
Trixie looked at them both, an outraged look on her face. “What? We can’t just leave her here like this!”
Then the infernal potion reached Scootaloo’s wings. Her world whited out, her nerves overwhelmed by sensation. If she had known pain before it was nothing like this. Every feather felt like it was being twisted and pulled from her body, her very bone marrow felt like it was on fire. Her scream went so loud the assembled ponies could no longer hear it.
Trixie stood stunned, a look of utter disbelief on her face. ‘She’s going to die and we’re going to jail…’ the blue unicorn thought to herself. Taking one look at both Flim and Flam the scared unicorn whispered one word; “Run!”
Slowly, gradually, the pain that wracked Scootaloo’s tiny body subsided. Tentatively the orange filly took a breath, then another and another.
‘I’m alive!’ Was the first thought that went through her head.
She opened an eye, then the other one. So far everything was okay. Carefully Scootaloo got to her hooves, standing shakily she looked around to find herself alone. ‘Plotholes.’ She thought as she realised all trace of the salesponies had vanished, along with their stall.
“So…now what?” Scootaloo said out loud to nopony. As far as she could see there was nothing different. Nothing had changed, certainly nothing to warrant the intense amount of pain she’d just endured.
“What the buck was supposed to happen?” Scootaloo grumbled miserably as she got her scooter. “What a thorough waste of my time!” The filly kicked her scooter into life and rode off to find Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom. At least the potion had worked for them. Once she found them they could tell her what flying was like.
Her mood all sullen Scootaloo flapped her wings as was her habit when she was riding her scooter. Buzzing her tiny wings eked out a few more miles per hour on her speed, and going as fast as possible felt to her like flying.
Only…only this time it was different.
Scootaloo looked around and noticed she was higher than normal, the ground a few feet beneath her orange hooves. Happily she let go of her scooter and watched it drop the short distance to the ground. Looking behind her Scootaloo saw her wings flapping for all she was worth.
She was doing it. Finally doing it.