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I ask only that you would forgive me, should I ever truly go hollow, that you would not hate me for falling asunder to the insanity.

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Scooter never quite shook his anger towards his schoolyard bullies, even a year after they all graduated. At eighteen, he still finds himself with obviously clouded judgement and a simmering anger he can't quite explain. As he sets out one day in the hopes of clearing his mind a little at the local skate park, he finds himself thinking back to his years dealing with his tormentors.

Upon reaching the park, however, he finds his thoughts catching up to him as he sees a familiar stallion. Though he tries to keep himself controlled, a few sharp remarks quickly send him over the edge. With his anger boiling over and the source of it so near, things can't turn out well, right?


Critics Welcome!

So, here we are, a little story inspired by a song I heard recently. Also inspired by how freaking little these two are shipped at all! *ahem* Yes, it's a shipfic, and yes, it's r63 ScootsxSpoon.

Oh, and don't worry, I didn't forget anything. Just keep reading.

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Comments ( 25 )

Huh. Interesting story. However, since I don't really like Rule 63, all of the images in my head were of the typical female anthros. Ended up a bit wierd, referrng to females as "he", but whatever.

3526523 I hope it was still somewhat enjoyable.

Huh... This looks like a good story. The shipping seems fairly interesting and the...

Anthro

On second thought, I think I'll skip this one...

~ Michael

Note: This is an inside joke.

3526595 I know not how to respond to this adequately, so, I offer a question in the stead of a suitable response: Are you reading it, or what? :rainbowhuh: I'm kinda confused.

3526604 Sorry for the confusion. I am, in fact, reading the story. As I said, tis only an inside joke.

~ Michael

3526609 Oh! Okay, good to know.

I'm not used to this "switch genders" thing, so this was pretty confusing and hard to follow. BUT! This is just one of those stories that I have to get used to before I can properly understand it... if that makes any sense. Other then that, I like the story so far.

The grammar is really good and you use a wide range of vocabulary. The only flaws I see are some run on sentences and some spacing issues.

I shall read on!!!

~ Michael

3526633 Ugh! I thought I got over my freaking run-ons. Damnit.... Ah well, better to know than be left unaware. I'll try to fix those, and any other little mistakes. I hope it's not ruined for you.

3526547 Well-written too. I guess it was a combiation of not liking R63, and having no clue what they would look like as anthro males. :rainbowlaugh:

3527982 I swear I had my imagination .gif somewhere around here... Ah well. You get the idea. This was kind of a shot at short writing. Anyways, I hope it's not too rough around the edges.

First of all, could you have used a less generic title? I swear I found 3 other fics called the exact same thing while trying to find this again. Now, I'm not a fan of anthro (or human for that matter...), or of R63, so I don't know if it's fair for me to judge this... I will anyways, though. :pinkiecrazy:

So, all in all? Decent writing. overused concept, but not badly executed. You seem for the most part to have the basics of writing down pat. So, where can you go from here? Imagery. It's a pretty simple and basic way of making your writing better and more immersive, but it's a basic that'll get you a hay of alot further than some advanced stuff. In a story like this I could imagine alot more tactile and visual imagery, but don't neglect the other senses! And if you don't know what imagery is, do yourself a favor and research it. trust me, it will do WONDERS for your writing.

Rating: :ajsmug:

Congratulations! you committed 0 of the 7 mortal sins of writing mlp fanfiction! :pinkiehappy:

This comment is brought to you courtesy of my Weekly Watch! This is my third week so I'm still working on the feature, but if you're interested in supporting me (or you just want to read the best of what I've read every week) then go ahead and join my group! I'd appreciate the tartarus out of it! :pinkiehappy:

3532882 Well, thank you very much. Also, I will have to work on that. Tactile and visual aspects are severely important to me. I try to make them clear in my stories, and I suppose I focus on them alone too much.

I'll work around what I can. In the meantime, I'm in the group now. Don't disappoint me, you. :flutterrage:

I'll be watching. :pinkiecrazy:


Okay, but seriously, thanks for the feedback. This was more of a short thing because I felt bad for contributing to the FillyFoolers and not the ColtCuddlers. :twilightsheepish: So, yeah. It was kind of a silly one-shot. I'm glad I still did it well though. :twilightsmile:

3533166 Well, keep on watching, give a little feedback and I promise I won't disappoint. :twilightsmile: And you're quite welcome. Thank you for writing and contributing to the mlp community.

Um, I honestly have no idea what happened...

Did you just ship Gold Watch with Scoots? Honestly if you hadn't had Scoots fawning angrily over his mare-ish lips, freakishly large glasses, and purple eyes, I'd a kept thinking you were shipping Diamond Tiara's r63 male counterpart Gold Watch.

I guess I blame the fact I already read a story with Gold Watch some time ago where Scootaloo tricked him into going to what he thought was a camping trip, it was a trap though. Scootaloo totally planned the whole thing to get paybacks on Gold Watch (Diamond Tiara).

Most awesome story "Scootaloo's and Gold Watch's Unconventional Camping Trip and Story Time" (that's a mouth full right there). It's hilarious also I guess NSFW, though I thought it was hilarious.

Anyhow, nice story.

3760177 I have read their story, but I didn't like their name for the r63 DT, so, I put together what sounded best to me. As for shipping? Yes. Gold Watch(male Silver Spoon) was shipped with Scooter. Also, Diamond Crown(ma— you know what? that one should be obvious) was kinda side-shipped with Applebuck. I was to make a short story about those two as the focus, but I'm already kinda whomped with story updates and such, so it will be some time coming.

This is nothing more than a shitty anthro romance and I couldn't love it more.

3891961 I haven't a clue how to take that comment at this moment, so I shall say thank you and leave it at that. :pinkiehappy:

Tough Love

Vague, alludes somewhat to what happens without outright telling us, and not 'X does Y with Z' this is a good title.
Lets look at the description to see how the author did there.

Scooter never quite shook his anger towards his schoolyard bullies, even a year after they all graduated.

Who the fuck is Scooter?
I can relate to that feel however, I still hate those shit eating douche mongers. I hate my name too.

At eighteen, he still finds himself with obviously clouded judgement and a simmering anger he can't quite explain.

Obviously clouded judgement?
Yeah it is totally fucking obvious to me and every other human who can read this that obviously, obviously, having a few school bullies causes one to have terrible judgement. It only follows logic after all.

simmering anger he can't quite explain

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What? ...Shut up.

As he sets out one day in the hopes of clearing his mind a little at the local skate park, he finds himself thinking back to his years dealing with his tormentors.

Because when I think of relaxing sports to clear my mind I obviously immediately think of my times when I was tormented in school.
It only logically follows.
I mean I wouldn't need anything at all to cause this trip to my memory, nothing that reminds me of them or anything. Just happens randomly when I am out in public.

Upon reaching the park, however, he finds his thoughts catching up to him as he sees a familiar stallion.

Father Shining Shore the priest who raped him when he was four.

Though he tries to keep himself controlled, a few sharp remarks quickly send him over the edge.

He was just so horny. He had to have Shore's dick in his ass again. He just loved the way it rubbed his prostate.

With his anger boiling over and the source of it so near, things can't turn out well, right?

Man. I hope not. I really fucking want to see someone's face get kicked in.

Critics Welcome!

You obviously don't remember where you are.
*turns around with his arms outstretched*
This, my friend is the Sithis damn internet. It doesn't fucking matter whether you welcome critics or not you are going to get them whether you want them or not.
You don't need to welcome us.

So, here we are, a little story inspired by a song I heard recently. Also inspired by how freaking little these two are shipped at all! *ahem* Yes, it's a shipfic, and yes, it's r63 ScootsxSpoon.

Really?! No?! I would have thought with the romance and slice of life tags this would be a gore fic a la Cupcakes.
Also you probably should have put the 'r63 ScootsxSpoon thing at the beginning.

Oh, and don't worry, I didn't forget anything. Just keep reading.

Now see. That is a very suspect phrase of quality right there.
Like saying, "In the unlikely event," on a fucking airplane. You just know good shit isn't going to happen.

Mother of Sithis I haven't even started on the actual fucking story yet have I?
This is going to be painful.

Tough as Nails

You know, I never understood that fucking saying.
I mean nails aren't that hard or tough at all.
It takes very little force to break one.
I break mine all the fucking time and I don't even work. If anything they are quite weak and brittle like a baby under my boot.

Scooter awoke from his nap and stretched, pleasantly surprised to find that the unpleasant tinge in his shoulders from before had finally gone away all but entirely, and was now easily ignored.

Scooter was obviously sleeping on the very roots of the tree of life and getting over the unpleasant tinge whose source we may never know.

He next stretched his wings, not-so-pleasantly surprised to find the joints still stiff and sore.

You'd be surprised how stiff you'd be after sleeping on the roots of a magic tree.

He took his time in easing them back down from their cramped state, mentally noting to keep them folded for a while longer.

Note to self: Don't sleep on magic trees.

This wasn't anything new to him, really. Nor was the bruise under his eye, or the ones on his chest and right thigh.

Wait.
A bruise under his eye and some on his right thigh?
This is starting to sound like a kinky clopfic, do please continue.

“Lesson learned, keep wings tucked close when up against an earth pony.”

Bah!
Damnit OP.
Got my hopes up.
Though I might still get to see someone's face get kicked in.

With that said, he stood and walked to his kitchen to fix a drink and a small snack. He felt a very familiar sting in his right leg as he walked, but it had become so typical that it was easily ignored.

The kitchen was obviously located five million miles away from his spot on the tree of life in the middle of the void where everything in it is upside down.
The drinks themselves are self refrigerated and are nothing more than generic drinks with no flavor beyond being drinks.
The snacks are just as generic and bland.
Scooter doesn't exactly have a very diverse pallet for someone who lives in such a strange, exotic, and unspecific place does he?

With his meal and drink fixed, he made his way back to his couch to eat.

Which was obviously located in the middle of a human highway during rush hour.

As he started on what would likely be his only lunch for the day, he couldn't help but think back to the fight to wind him up so sore.

>likely be his only lunch for the day
Who the fuck eats more than one lunch?!
I don't even know fatass fucks that eat multiple lunches. Even they separate their meals into , Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner/Supper, with only one of each.

It wasn't his first, far from it.

I'd never have guessed.
I mean he is just so ho hum about it I would have thought it was his first fight ever.

It wasn’t exactly his favorite, either. He’d wound up against an earth pony, though an admittedly small one, compared to those like Applejack.

Because when I think big earth pony I obviously think of the one size fits all structure of Applejack's body not her brother or anyone of the like.

Now, he couldn't help but think back to how stupid the thing to start the fight was: Scooter had been fairly calm for him lately, but all it took was the earth pony accidentally bumping into him and spilling his drink on Scooter’s jacket.

>has been calm lately
>goes ape shit when someone bumps into him spilling his drink on his jacket
>insert that scene from the Scooby Doo movie where the teenager threatens to grind another one's bones to dust when he spills his drink on him here<

Come to think of it, none of the fights he’d gotten himself into lately had anything happen worth warranting a fight.

Clearly.

He’d gotten his plot handed to him a few times, but it never really stopped the fighting.

>anthro
>teen
Just say ass damnit!

Thinking back, he could also see that his friends had been watching him closer than they used to.

I respectfully ask myself, "What the fuck does this mean?"
Were they watching the fights themselves closer or were they watching him more than they used to in general?

Then he remembered the day that started it all, as well as the pony to start it, Gold Watch.

Maybe we will finally get some actual fucking location in the coming flashback.
One can only hope.

One day around lunchtime, Scooter was eating with his friends at school.

In the janitor's closet obviously, eating bland brand nonspecific 'food'.

Apple Buck finished his quickly and left to finish up some work.

Never mind us actually being able to, you know, fucking read him telling his friends he has to go early, no, we can just have one sentence writing him off. That should make the readers happy. Right? Right?!

It was about this time that Scooter and Silver Bell heard a familiar voice.

The Night Mother telling them yet another child has prayed to their mother.

“Well, well, what happened here? Did that hick decide you two weren't worth his time finally? That must hurt pretty bad,” Gold Watch called from nearly halfway across the cafeteria as he approached.

>cafeteria
FINALLY! SOME FUCKING LOCATION!
Oh thank Sithis for small fucking favors!
Granted it isn't described in the least bit but at least it tells us fucking something.
Also, is that seriously the fan accepted name of Diamond Tiara with a dick? Gold Watch? You fucking serious?
Why isn't it, oh I don't know, fucking Onyx Crown or some shit like that? Gold Watch made me think this was some OC that worked with watches.

Silver Bell simply shook his head and ignored the earth pony. Scooter, however, wasn't in the mood to simply ignore anything that day.

Come on asskicking.

“What’s your bucking damage, Goldilocks? I thought we put that crap behind us.”

>teenager
>in high school
>pissed off as fuck
>no noticeable teachers within ear shot
>said bucking instead of fucking

Gold Watch rolled his eyes. “What’s wrong? I thought you ‘had thicker skin’ than this, skate rat.”
“Okay, first off, I’m just not in the mood to deal with your crap today, okay? Second, when are you going to figure out that calling me a skate rat isn’t an insult?”

>teenager
>pissed off
>crap
Sithis damnit OP you did it a-fucking-gain.

Gold Watch simply scoffed and waved dismissively. “Whatever, you’re still as lame as can be. Just give up trying to be cool, even Apple Hick can’t stand to finish lunch with you.”
Scooter slammed his hands on the table and stood. “He has a project to work on. Just leave us alone and go cuddle with DC, will ya?”

>implying opposition is gay as an insult
There we go. OP knows how to write teenagers after all.

Gold Watch glared at that. “Oh, why? So you can hang all over your little filly friend there?”
That tore it for Scooter. “You bucking plot!”

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Oh boy here we go.

In a second, the entire lunch room went quiet as all eyes trained on the standing pegasus and the earth pony propping himself up on a table and holding his mouth. A moment later, Gold Watch pulled his hand back to see blood.

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You skipped it.
You just straight up skipped the punch.
Fuck you OP. Just, fuck you.

“You hit me… You hit me and now I’m bleeding.”

No shit?

Scooter stood, panting, adrenaline still lingering from his lashing out, and his emotions still running hot. “You’re damn right I did! It’s about time somepony put you in your pl-”
Scooter was cut off, not by a teacher breaking things up, not by some cocky comeback from the earth pony, but by something almost nopony in the room expected. Gold Watch had straightened out and lashed out himself, his punch sending the lighter pegasus stumbling back.
Scooter winced as the shaft of his wing caught his weight against the edge of the table behind him, but his adrenaline coming back through meant he didn’t stay down for long. As he stood up, though, he noticed he wasn’t moving forward, and soon that neither was the apparently still angry Gold Watch in front of him.

The stare down.
Soon there will be a blood bath. :pinkiecrazy:

Silver Bell, having finally gotten a chance to react to the situation, had his horn lit up and the two ponies held in place by his magical grip.

Damn you Silver and your as needed by the plot Twilight level power.

After that, Silver had talked them both down enough that they didn’t throw any more punches, and from that day until graduation, Scooter and Gold Watch had avoided each other as best they could.

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“That stupid pretty-colt. Him and his bucking fancy, prissy mane, his freaking glasses, his pretty, purple eyes, his mare-ish hips, his…” Scooter blinked and shook his head.“What the buck is wrong with me?!”

You are gayer than this man:
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Embrace your inner faggot.
Also apparently that as Silver Spoon's r63 name not Diamond's.
Well OP should have explained who it was better.

Scooter finally noticed that he was finished with his meal and set the plate and glass on the coffee table before standing. “Maybe getting some fresh air will help.”

So many things wrong here.
1. How the fuck do you not notice when your meal is finished? Did he just sit there for however long this flashback lasted eating and drinking nothing but air while zoned out?
2. There is a coffee table now?
3. Oh he was inside somewhere, I would never have known.

With that, he slid on his hoodie, made sure his wings were comfortably in place, put on his gloves, grabbed his board, and set off to the skate park, hoping to clear his head finally.

His hoodie was obviously see through and obviously ponies wouldn't personalize their skateboards like people do.
Also why the fuck is Scooter using a fucking skateboard? Why isn't he grabbing his Scooter?

Along the way, Scooter noticed Apple Buck apparently talking to somepony. Though he couldn’t make out quite whom, it hardly seem to matter, as they finished their conversation soon after.

It was obviously a drug dealer hidden in the shadows of the night.
How else would he not be able to see him? This is my headcanon for this story. It is night time and nothing has been said otherwise to make me question it and nothing anyone can say to make me abandon it.

Apple Buck turned and smiled back at his friend. “Heya, Scoots. You doin’ okay?”
Scooter stopped when he was close enough, kicking his board up to catch it before chuckling a bit sheepishly. “Oh, what, you mean that fight? Nah, I’m fine. I’m not too stiff anymore.”
Apple Buck sighed and shook his head, though he still kept his smile. “Ah swear, Scoots. You and yer tough act just never quit.”
The stallions shared a short laugh. “Well, I’m heading to the park for a bit. Wanna come with me?”
“Sure thing. Ah got a few hours before dinner.”
“Awesome. I’ve been wanting know how this new trick looks to somepony else.”
“Then let’s go.”
The two stallions smiled and raced off to the skate park on hoof.

Conversation that seems to be well done. I don't have much to say here. Farfegnugen!
Wait a minute.

The two stallions smiled and raced off to the skate park on hoof.

As he sets out one day in the hopes of clearing his mind a little at the local skate park, he finds himself thinking back to his years dealing with his tormentors.

Because when I think of clearing my mind the first thing I think of is going there with a friend to hang out. Totally not inner silent reflection while doing something that I have muscle memory for and can autopilot.

As per usual, their race ended in a tie and with Scooter breathing a deal harder than Apple Buck.
“How do… How do you have so much in you, dude?”
“Heh, ya fergot already? Us earth ponies are built to keep goin’. Heck, if ah had the speed I know you got under yer wings, too, ah’d’ve left ya in the dust.”

Us earth ponies are built to keep goin’

I love my perverted mind.

Scooter chuckled and gave his friend a playful jab to the shoulder, earning one himself. The two found their way to a nearby bench, Scooter sitting to catch his breath, while Apple Buck sat more just to have something to do.

The skatepark was obviously a concrete desert filled with unspeakable eldritch abominations.

Skating wasn’t what the farm-pony usually found fun, but hanging out with Scooter typically was. Then Apple Buck seemed to remember something as he soon slammed his palm to his forehead. “Horse apples! Ah was supposed ta watch Winona today. Crap, Ah’m sorry, Scoots. Ah’ll watch ya do that trick next time, okay?”

That's kind of a mind boggle.
Every pony in this world is r63'd but animals aren't. What of the intelligent creatures are they not r63'd? If they are why aren't all animals r63'd? How did the ponies get gender swapped in all the animals are the same after all ponies are animals themselves?
The logical implications are confusing as fuck.
Or it could just be lazy writing.

Scooter’s smile dropped slightly, for a moment, but he shrugged and flashed a smile quickly after. “Hey, no problem. Just means I get to look even more awesome when you actually see it.” The two smiled, and Apple Buck stood and jogged off.

Bah.
Sometimes when I read a line in this I misread he as she and then read the dialog in the female voice it is really off putting.

Scooter stretched his arms and stood as well before dropping his board on its wheels and getting ready to kick off. Just before he could get his hoof on the board, however, he heard somepony call out, “What’s that, twice now? Does he just not like you anymore?”

Ah, repetitive cleverless bullies.
Never change.

Scooter didn’t have to look up to know who it was, and the smart move probably would have been not to. Nonetheless, he looked up to see the last pony he wanted to, and that he was alone. Scooter smirked. “What’s wrong, Gold? Can’t think of anything original without your coltfriend to tell you what to say?”

You're gay!
I am totally not insecure in my sexuality so I am going to make fun of yours by insinuating you fuck the same sex!

Gold Watch bared his teeth and began advancing towards Scooter, to which he promptly replied in kind. “Diamond is busy. You wouldn’t even understand.”

Translation: He abandoned and left me for someone else.

“AB’s busy too, with real work.”
“Real work? He rolls around with pigs.”
“And Crown kisses up to them.”
The two finally stood with less than half a meter between them, staring one another down as best they could. “What was that, you alley rat?”
“I said your friend kisses up to pigs, Goldil--”

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I might get that fight after all.

This time Gold Watch was the one to throw the first punch, sending Scooter stumbling back. The moment he caught his hoofing again, however, Scooter saw Gold Watch running at him. Scooter didn’t hesitate for even a moment as he ducked and lunged at Gold Watch, catching the earth pony off guard and tackling him to the ground. Scooter then quickly mounted Gold Watch, straddling him just above his waist and pinning his arms beside his head.
“What is your bucking problem?!”
“None of your damn business!”
Gold Watch may not have been the strongest earth pony, but Scooter being a pegasus made him naturally fairly light. It made him apparently light enough, as Gold Watch managed to quickly flip them both over before taking Scooter’s place almost perfectly, mounting the pegasus just above his waist and pinning his arms down.

You can tell from this.
They are going to have some kinky hot hate sex when they finally fuck.

“Now take back what you said about Diamond!”
“No bucking way. Get off of me!”
Being lighter didn’t mean Scooter was weak, and he showed it as he managed to flip the two over again, this time mounting Gold Watch higher up, just below his chest, and now pinning his arms above him.

This is actually kind of hot.
Continue.

“Now why are you being such a prick?”
Gold Watch struggled under Scooter, hoping to get free, but found the new position made that nearly impossible. “I told you, it’s none of your damn business, now get off of me!”
“I’m not letting you go until you tell me.”
“I said get off of--”
“Not until you answer me!”
“I like you!”
“Why don’t you just kiss me, then?!”
“Get off and I will.”

I-is that really how fast this goes?
Please tell me this isn't how instantaneous that this is solved and the romance starts.

“Fine!” Scooter no sooner let go than Gold Watch forced him onto his back, pinning his arms to the side. Just as Scooter was about to lash out again, he felt Gold Watch’s lips pressed against his. Scooter felt his mind whirling about to try and make sense of the situation, but when it took too long, his instincts took over.

Please tell me these instincts don't cause an instantaneous romance.

Scooter wrestled his arms free, moving one hand into Gold Watch’s mane as his other arm wrapped around the other stallion’s back. In one quick motion, Scooter flipped them back over, never letting the kiss break. They kept their lips locked in a kiss spilling over with emotions the two had kept bottled away for too long, until they both needed a break for air. The two pulled apart, panting and staring at each other.

Yep.
Well, at least it didn't come out of nowhere we had some way to know it was coming up so props for that.

After a moment, Scooter spoke up. “Two things, Gold. One, if we just started what I think we did, I’m the guy, no questions asked; and two…” Scooter slammed his hand against Gold Watch’s chest, earning a grunt in pain. “That was for punching me in the face.”

Scooter doms.
It is canon.

Gold Watch let out a slight growl. “You bucking prick.”
“Takes one to know one, Goldilocks.” Scooter didn’t give Gold Watch a chance to respond, instead going in for another heated, almost angry kiss, which was returned in kind and without hesitation.

Love hate relationships are best relationships.

Author's Note:
So, there we go, my contribution to one of my favorite groups! You know which one you are. *wink* *wink*

I don't.

But seriously, I had fun with this, and there's a "mini-chapter" after this in case you want to know what AB was up to.

Does he fuck the dog?

This makes no sense.:ajbemused:

Mad

Make sense!? What fun is there in making sense!?

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