• Published 19th Oct 2014
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Dash is love. Dash is life. - Reptilicus



A series of short cheerful stories in the life of Scootaloo.

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Can't we just settle this over a pint?

My name is Scootaloo and I am a pony.
I was 20 years old.

I am browsing through my collection of Rainbow Dash stories
Cheerilee comes in and tries to take them away.
I call her a whore.
She leaves the room and I hide in the closet.
I open the drawer and take out my autographed Rainbow Dash poster.
I pray to Rainbow and pass out.

The next day I wake up.
I go to Cheerilee's room.
Her body is open and filled with blue feathers.
There is a note.
It says to go outside.

Rainbow Dash is outside on a floating rainboom.
"Who wants a flugelhorn?"
I hop on and we fly away into outer space.
We land on a Dash planet where everything is Dash.

I start a new life and marry Dash.
We have crazy pegasus sex with rainbooms all over my flank.
We have many fillies.
We name all of them Spitfire.

At night when my children are asleep I whisper to them.

'Dash is love." I say, "Dash is life."






fin.

Author's Note:

Happy Halloween.

Comments ( 17 )

How in the world can a story be "cheerful" with both the [Dark] and [Gore] tags?

I mean, I'm a tad morbid and twisted in my thoughts, but this story's tags don't make any logical sense.

Um, not sure if you're trying to make this poetic or just plain creepy . . . I mean seriously, just look at these lines:

She rainbooms my flankhole.

She bucks him in the chest.
Featherweight explodes.
His parts hit the teacher and a deaf girl.

Her body is open and filled with blue feathers.

What the hay!! :fluttershbad:

5160375 Origin, that's where it all started.

5159609
there is no celestia here.
only zuul.

5159725
this story also doesn't make any logical sense.

5160305
pretty much.
happy halloween!

5160375
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

5160920
to be fair, this is hardly the first story to insinuate such a thing.

I...I can't. I can't even.

5161603
"The worst part about this is, I knew exactly what this was going to be, yet I read it anyway. "

haha that made my night.

5161302 :rainbowderp:

Uh . . . Why are you quoting the Gettysburg Address??

Well, I needed that good dose of crack.

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