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// How Dash Met Scootaloo 
// Story: From Filly To Mare: A Scootaloo Story 
// by Lefty Flip 
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Rainbow Dash was tired. It had been a long day of work. She just wanted to go home, relax in bed, and watch T.V. She wasn't flying like she normally would, but was still trotting along at a normal pace. Rainbow Dash could see her home in the distance, causing a smile to go along her muzzle. She was SO close to relaxation... "Na-ba! Waaaah! Nyaba! Gyaaa!".

Dash wondered what in the land of Cloudsdale she'd just heard. It sounded like muffled crying. Dash took a glance around to look for a source of the sound. 'Ah-ha!' thought Dash, as she spotted a box. The crying became louder as she got closer. She saw more features of the box, like how beaten up it was. Dash opened it up, and gasped. Inside... Was a foal Scootaloo!

Dash noticed a note on the side: 'This little shit named Scootaloo is here to be worthless. If you find her here, don't help her. The only thing you should do is beat her, laugh at her, throw stuff at her. Just make her existance feel even more worthless than as it started out.'. Dash was horrified! An abused foal was something Dash never thought could've happened in her life.

Dash knew she only had one choice. She had to take her, or she'd just die. Dash picked up the shaking and crying foal. The foal squirmed, trying to escape Dash's grasp. "Sh-sh-sh-shhh. It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you." Dash said in a motherly voice. The foal still struggled as she pushed on Dash's face, and almost fell off her wings. Dash held the foal, and tried to fly to her home. Dash was tired, but this mattered more than sleep.

Dash got home, and placed the foal on a chair in her dining room. "Now... What do foal's eat?" Dash pondered. An 'Ah-ha!' Moment went off in her head as she went to go get milk. Dash remembered drinking warm milk as a foal, so she heated the milk up. She took the milk out of the microwave and felt it. Perfect! She walked over to the foal, whom had stopped crying, and gave held her in her wing.

The little foal grabbed the bottle, and began taking giant swigs from it. "Woah... Slow down, Scoots." Dash said. When the foal finished, she took the bottle and dropped it. Scootaloo began to giggle, but stopped when she felt a pain in her stomach. Scootaloo began crying.

This is what Dash didn't want to happen. "It's okay, Scootaloo. You've just given yourself a tummy ache." Dash said, cradling the crying foal in her wings. Scootaloo stopped crying after about 3 minutes. Her tears still in her eyes. Dash wiped them away, causing Scootaloo to flinch and sat at Dash's hooves. Poor thing. She thought Dash was trying to strike her.

Dash brought the foal over to her bed, and set her down. Dash lied down next to her, and pulled the blanket over her. Scootaloo needed rest... Bad.