Just some background information, while I read stories with a darker slant such as this one I tend to listen to music that is fairly aggressive and pounding. As to why I end up doing this I couldn't say... However, on the off chance you would like some head pounding beats to thoroughly mash your skull while you continue to contemplate this poor filly's demise, I will link you to the full track list I have selected for this story. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, Qlimax 2010.

Now that I got that out of the way, I would like to begin by saying that the story continues to progress nicely. The situation is believable, and the reactions are presented such that they seem both viable as well as almost preferable to the multitude of likely alternatives.

I must say that my favorite part about this story is how Scoots seems to flat out refuse to play the helpless victim; a role she would be more than qualified (and justified) to accept. She continues to fight on with the strength of a brave soldier. Always pressing forward, and never looking back for fear what they may find.
Scootaloo has, with the exception of her latest fit of rebellion, managed to keep incredibly cool under the extreme pressure she has been put under. Something I personally believe will be the ultimate catalyst of her eventual escape from the hell of her current reality.

As an ending to this chapter's comments, I would like to discuss something that I find very interesting.
My original theory about this all being a part of a massive psychological break down on Scootaloo's part had a great deal to do with the difficulty I originally had distinguishing her reality from the night terrors she had been experiencing. At first, I was slightly bothered by the sometimes confusing flow of events until I began to realize that I was successfully beginning to understand (in some small way) the horribly confusing nature of situation Scoots was forced into. I found this method (whether intentional or not) to be a stroke of genius. I rarely identify with characters, but the raw emotion expressed in this writing allows even the most disconnected reader to take more than a small amount of interest in the fate of this unfortunate little filly.

Mind if I kill this royal in Killzone: Fall of Equestria?

It will be a while but I'm pretty sure it would be fun sawing off his horn and sticking it in his mouth. Then have a LS13 Shotgun (unloaded) rape his behind along with a few volts from the Arc Rifle on certain points of his body.

*Batman TAS Joker Laugh*

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i find it funny that you would do something which he himself would do, perhaps you have more in common than you realize

2828752 *whispers off to the side* burn.

2828653 screw that. Rip his dick off with with pliers an chop him up slowly with the jaws of life while he bleeds. once he's close to death, impale him on a rake and proceed to tear his spine out with the skull still attached. Do anyhing a Yautja woud do, skin what's left of his body and hang it upside down on a tree branch.

Why so mad at this dude children? All he did is well... you know. *eats a pancake* Lets continue shall we children?

there is good rape and bad rape this is neither

2828653 I like this idea

3878085 How the hell is there "good rape"?

4323290 if you dont know the answer to that then you need to read more fics with rape

4718998 are you sure 'bout that