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Time is All We Have (Scootaloo x Anon) [ACT 2/2] [3/20/2026]

By RealDash
Created: 2026-03-21 03:09:45
Updated: 2026-03-21 03:12:25
Expiry: Never
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    READ ACT 1 HERE -----> https://ponepaste.org/10560
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    TIME IS ALL WE HAVE
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    ACT 2
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  6. 6.
    PART 1: MISSING HOME
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  8. 8.
    >You think it's almost March now.
  9. 9.
    >Or maybe it already -is- March. You haven't really been keeping track of the date lately.
  10. 10.
    >All you know is that it's been at least a couple weeks since you fled Canterlot.
  11. 11.
    >That night, the city that housed you for the past year burned in your rear-view mirror, glowing dimmer and dimmer until it was nothing but the dead of night behind you.
  12. 12.
    >By the time you stopped to sleep, the sun was already rising.
  13. 13.
    >It was well after noon by the time you got up.
  14. 14.
    >Scootaloo had been up for hours, but she'd since gotten up from the passenger seat to sleep with you in the driver seat.
  15. 15.
    >She didn't really wanna sleep alone anymore.
  16. 16.
    >You'd managed to grab everything you could take with you, enough to fill the truck bed corner to corner.
  17. 17.
    >You wanted to say you had enough food and water to last you a year, but that was probably being optimistic.
  18. 18.
    >But if you were even a fraction as lucky as you were in Canterlot... you could only imagine what you'd find out there.
  19. 19.
    >And so for the last couple or so weeks since leaving Canterlot, you'd been driving south, far away from the fire and the winter cold around it.
  20. 20.
    >You weren't sure how far south you'd traveled, but definitely far enough that the snow on the ground was greatly lacking.
  21. 21.
    >And it felt just a little toasty outside.
  22. 22.
    >You already missed the heat from the wood stove.
  23. 23.
    >Maybe you'll find another one out there, but until then, the truck's heater would make do.
  24. 24.
    >You only ever heard about what was going on in the rest of the world from the news before the TVs went down, and whatever radio signals were still broadcasting.
  25. 25.
    >To see it all firsthand was something different.
  26. 26.
    >You remember the first town you stopped in, a place called Clancy.
  27. 27.
    >Immediately, it was nothing like Canterlot.
  28. 28.
    >Signs of panic and devastation all over. A few cars turned over, and a toppled over street lamp.
  29. 29.
    >Smoke stains painted the sides of brick buildings. The rest were made out of wood.
  30. 30.
    >At least a third of downtown had been burned down.
  31. 31.
    >Trash littered the streets, and bits of vegetation seeped their way along the curb.
  32. 32.
    >The few shops that were spared from whatever fire rampaged through here had nothing left of value. One antique store had been mostly looted, its front windows shattered and the door ripped from its hinges.
  33. 33.
    >At least with Canterlot, there was something to look forward to or talk about.
  34. 34.
    >The neighborhoods seemed to fare better, but a lot of the homes had long since been looted.
  35. 35.
    >When it started getting dark, you parked in an alleyway behind a set of dumpsters and made yourselves look as hidden as possible.
  36. 36.
    >You were smart to grab the blankets.
  37. 37.
    >But you held Scootaloo extra close that night.
  38. 38.
    >The next day, you moved on from Clancy and continued south.
  39. 39.
    >Much of the highway was clear, apart from an abandoned car or two on the side, so you were able to cover a lot of ground in just a couple hours.
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  41. 41.
    >You didn't really know where to go, but the further from the fires you were, the better.
  42. 42.
    >As you drove down the highway, you eventually came across traffic jams and military checkpoints long since abandoned.
  43. 43.
    >You saw signs directing people that were no longer alive, to safe places that were likely no longer there.
  44. 44.
    >And as you passed by an open field that was once rich, fertile farmland—there were nothing but hundreds of blue body bags, as far as the eye could see.
  45. 45.
    >Bags upon bags upon bags of the dead.
  46. 46.
    >You wondered if this was the same all over the country—maybe even the world.
  47. 47.
    >Scootaloo couldn't stop looking at the swathes of bags that passed you by... even if you wanted to stop her.
  48. 48.
    >It went on past the hill with no end in sight.
  49. 49.
    >Then, with the passing of the trees, they were gone.
  50. 50.
    >You'd find more down the road.
  51. 51.
    >You always did.
  52. 52.
    >Just before sundown that day, you stopped the truck in a small rural community just outside the town of Palomino Lake.
  53. 53.
    >The place was as abandoned as anywhere else, but there was hardly a sign of panic to be found here, apart from a small one-story residential with a van in the driveway—its trunk door hung open, belongings strewn around it.
  54. 54.
    >You saw the flies in the kitchen windows before the smell hit you, faint as it was.
  55. 55.
    >You settled on the house next door.
  56. 56.
    >Whoever lived there had long since left, leaving behind enough food for a week.
  57. 57.
    >You and Scootaloo ate a cold dinner that night, and kept each other warm in the Master bedroom upstairs.
  58. 58.
    >But it wasn't home.
  59. 59.
    >It was never truly home.
  60. 60.
    >The only thing that made it worth living in, even for a night, was Scootaloo.
  61. 61.
    >"... I miss the dorm."
  62. 62.
    >You held her close to you and kissed the back of her head.
  63. 63.
    "Me too, kiddo..."
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    __________
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  67. 67.
    >And it stayed that way for days, for every home you visited, for every bed you slept in.
  68. 68.
    >You never stayed in one place for long, either because it was too close to a town, too far, or too exposed. The college may have been in a city, but it was its height and scale that provided that extra layer of safety.
  69. 69.
    >Nothing after that ever filled the gap. The front door was always -right there-.
  70. 70.
    >Even then, most places had more dead bodies than you ever found in Canterlot. If not dead, then the houses were picked clean of any food or water.
  71. 71.
    >Sure, you had a year's worth of food with you, but if anything ever happened to the truck...
  72. 72.
    >Well, it was better to have a backup plan.
  73. 73.
    >Until then, you were on the move, driving from town to town, giving the truck's battery as much juice as you could give it.
  74. 74.
    >It was little more than a trickle each day, but enough to keep you on the road during the day, and enough to find you a place to lay low during the night.
  75. 75.
    >But as always, even that didn't last...
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  79. 79.
    2024
  80. 80.
    FEBRUARY... OR IS IT MARCH...?
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  82. 82.
    >5 miles to empty.
  83. 83.
    >That's all the charge you had left in the truck.
  84. 84.
    >You hadn't put as much time and care into charging the battery, and it didn't take long to show. And now here you sat on the side of the road, trying to figure out your next course of action.
  85. 85.
    >And to make matters worse, the sun was going down.
  86. 86.
    >Of course, you hadn't told Scootaloo what was wrong, but she was smart enough to know as much as you did.
  87. 87.
    >That being said, you weren't totally isolated. Based off the blurry images that the GPS was able to give you, you were a few miles outside a small town.
  88. 88.
    >But just before that was a small collection of buildings and presumably homes near a sizable river.
  89. 89.
    >With one last look at the soon-to-be-setting sun, you revved up the truck and headed down the road to give the area a proper look-see.
  90. 90.
    >What you saw wasn't anymore impressive than the other locations you'd visited up to this point, but there was no harm in looking around.
  91. 91.
    >One of the buildings was a general goods store—it contained a fair amount of food and medical supplies that you just barely squeezed into the bed of the truck. The rest, you were certain was a biohazard by now from the smell alone.
  92. 92.
    >The other three buildings were small trailer homes, one of which had been nearly pulverized by a neighboring tree.
  93. 93.
    >Most of their belongings were gone—clothes, pictures, even blankets.
  94. 94.
    >One of the intact homes was closer to the tree line, but there was one more place you wanted to check out while it was still light out.
  95. 95.
    >You cut it awfully close with the charge you had left, but you were able to drive the truck down the dirt path, past the trees, and stopped before your final destination.
  96. 96.
    >It was a small secluded home, definitely modern compared to the others, fitted with a double-door garage and a large skylight on the rooftop.
  97. 97.
    >But what really piqued your interest was not the home itself... but the river behind it, only a hundred feet away, in plain sight.
  98. 98.
    >And what a river it was!
  99. 99.
    >It was about as wide as the distance from the house, and looked to be deeper than you were tall. Yet the current was calm and mostly flat, only picking up speed further down the way.
  100. 100.
    >The sight of the river prompted you to take note of the temperature.
  101. 101.
    >There was no doubt that you weren't in the state of Maregon anymore, but you were still north enough that you could feel a light chill lingering in the breeze.
  102. 102.
    >But even at night, there was a lick of warmth in the air. During the day, you didn't need anything more than a hoodie.
  103. 103.
    >Before anything else, you checked the home.
  104. 104.
    >The lack of any odors was already a positive sign.
  105. 105.
    >The cabinets still had some food in them, and even a case of water in the pantry. The bathroom was clean, albeit a thin coat of dust on the counter top.
  106. 106.
    >The bedroom was HUGE, more space than you really needed. The bed itself could fit ten people on it with how big it was.
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  108. 108.
    >A couple windows presented you a view of the dirt path you came in from. After closing the curtains, the only light provided came from the skylight on the ceiling—but it was growing dimmer by the minute as night fell.
  109. 109.
    >You and Scootaloo took some canned beans and water from the kitchen and ate enough to satiate you for the evening.
  110. 110.
    >You didn't even bother to put any pajamas on as you went to bed early.
  111. 111.
    >You just held Scootaloo tightly in your arms and kissed her goodnight.
  112. 112.
    >It must've been the mattress, because she was out like a light.
  113. 113.
    >And by the time you realized it, it was already morning.
  114. 114.
    >Scootaloo remained spooned close to you, her small form fitting in tandem with yours.
  115. 115.
    >She looked so peaceful—so you plant a delicate kiss on her cheek and let her sleep a little longer, while you get up and assess the place.
  116. 116.
    >The house was well out of the way that you weren't visible from the road, and the trail was grown in enough that it was easy to miss if you weren't astute.
  117. 117.
    >Not only that, but you didn't have to go far if you needed to collect water or wash your clothes.
  118. 118.
    >Or wash -YOU-.
  119. 119.
    >And there was enough sunlight shining down on the area for most of the day that charging the battery with the solar panels was not going to be a problem.
  120. 120.
    >Not like you really had a choice at the moment, anyway...
  121. 121.
    >Part of you was already thinking about the idea of settling down here—even if for a while.
  122. 122.
    >But that would have to wait until you knew where to find more food... when that time ever came.
  123. 123.
    >Until then, maybe it was time for a bath...
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  127. 127.
    >Around noon, you and Scootaloo took the usual bathing essentials and headed down the hill to the river.
  128. 128.
    >"Whoa..." Scootaloo gawked quietly, having not seen the river before now.
  129. 129.
    >Despite the light chill in the air, the sunshine kept you toasty.
  130. 130.
    >You, however, were more curious about the water's temperature than anything.
  131. 131.
    >After setting your things down on a nearby log, you walk over to the shallow water and dip your hand in to feel it.
  132. 132.
    >"So...?" Scootaloo asked curiously.
  133. 133.
    >You pulled your hand up from the water and turned to Scootaloo with a grin on your face.
  134. 134.
    "It's perfect~"
  135. 135.
    >You'd never seen Scootaloo undress so quickly before. In a matter of seconds, the beaming young girl was fully nude, not even bothering to leave a scrap of clothing on her person as she darted excitedly for the water.
  136. 136.
    >All you could do was laugh as you tried to stop her.
  137. 137.
    "At least put SOMETHING on!"
  138. 138.
    >"No way!"
  139. 139.
    >Scootaloo quickly found herself chest-deep in the river before disappearing under the surface. A moment later, she emerged with a gasp as she shook her hair out of her face.
  140. 140.
    >You laughed and started taking off your own clothes.
  141. 141.
    "How's it feel?" you ask as you remove your pants.
  142. 142.
    >She holds two thumbs up towards you.
  143. 143.
    >"Awesome!" she exclaims between a gasp.
  144. 144.
    >Stifling another laugh, you remove the last bit of clothing, your underwear—and you now stand in the chilly air, exposed to Scootaloo.
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  146. 146.
    >It was weird to believe a few months ago, you'd never think of it.
  147. 147.
    >But... well, there wasn't anything sexual about, was it...?
  148. 148.
    >You slowly step into the water, quite literally testing them with your feet. But as soon as the initial chill wore off, you quickly marched your way in until you yourself were nearly chest-deep.
  149. 149.
    >Apart from the goosebumps that ran up your spine... the water was, indeed, awesome.
  150. 150.
    >It'd been a while since you or Scootaloo were able to go for a proper swim, but now that you had joined her, the young girl was eager to take advantage of the moment.
  151. 151.
    >And she did so by momentarily blinding you with a splash.
  152. 152.
    >As you sputter and wipe away the water, she's already swimming away from you.
  153. 153.
    "Oh, you little shit!" you shout with a laugh as you chase after her.
  154. 154.
    >Even though you hadn't swam in a couple months by this point, you never failed to keep your cardio just good enough to stay on your feet.
  155. 155.
    >And this undoubtedly surprised Scootaloo when she felt your hands just barely grab her by the feet.
  156. 156.
    >"EEK! AAH! NOOO!" Scootaloo shrieked before falling into a fit of giggles as she just barely managed to kick your hands away.
  157. 157.
    >You struggled to hold in your laughter as you pushed through the water, just always barely behind her. The entire time, you made sure neither of you strayed too far from the shoreline.
  158. 158.
    >Even then, the current was never too fast, and Scootaloo knew how to prop herself up well in deeper waters.
  159. 159.
    >Still, better safe than sorry!
  160. 160.
    >For several good minutes, you kept up with Scootaloo, swiping at her feet, only for the water to slip her right out of your grasp every time. Eventually, you felt your lungs start to burn and your body subtly telling you to slow down.
  161. 161.
    >Instead, you decided to use that to your advantage. You swam over toward the shoreline until you stood nearly waist-deep in the water.
  162. 162.
    "Alright, alright," you call out to Scootaloo, feigning out of breath, "you win, you little brat."
  163. 163.
    >Although, it wasn't entirely a ruse—you genuinely were out ot breath. Still, it was more than enough to convince Scootaloo, who began swimming over to you before standing up on her own.
  164. 164.
    >That little shit-eating grin of hers...
  165. 165.
    >"Aww man, you're tired already?" she asked you, actually sounding both cocky and genuinely a little sad. "You almost got me, though!"
  166. 166.
    >You chuckle through your teeth.
  167. 167.
    "I guess I'm not as fast as I used to be," you tell her.
  168. 168.
    >Scootaloo sticks her tongue out at you and giggles.
  169. 169.
    >"Guess not."
  170. 170.
    >She then turns her attention towards the log by the shore containing both pairs of clothes.
  171. 171.
    >"So where'd you put the shampoo agaAAAIII‐"
  172. 172.
    >Catching her by surprise, you wrap your arms around her waist and hold her tightly. Immediately, the young girl began to flail and scream in between fits of giggles.
  173. 173.
    >"AAAH! NO! FUCK YOU, THAT'S CHEATING!" she laughed, wiggling in your gasp as her feet kicked at the water.
  174. 174.
    "Yeah? YEAH?" you ask her teasingly, blowing raspberries on her head.
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  176. 176.
    >While you may not have been as fast as you allegedly used to be, you more than made up for it with your iron grip.
  177. 177.
    >With her practically glued to you, you started assaulting Scootaloo's shoulder from behind with an assortment of little kisses and raspberries.
  178. 178.
    >"Fuck you!" she squealed. "FUCK YOU! CHEATER!"
  179. 179.
    >You blew an especially wet raspberry right on her right cheek, and the young girl grimaced—struggling to hold back the guffaw in her throat.
  180. 180.
    >This went on for another minute, after which Scootaloo began to tire herself out, planting her feet in the sand. She fell back against you, laying her butt firmly against your crotch for extra support.
  181. 181.
    >At least, you think...
  182. 182.
    >"Alright, I give up," she panted. "You win..."
  183. 183.
    "What, just like that?" you asked, smirking at her.
  184. 184.
    >Of course, you knew better than to assume that from Scootaloo, of all people.
  185. 185.
    >You felt her adjust her posture in the sand, straightening herself out against you.
  186. 186.
    >Suddenly, she pressed her ass right up against your crotch and started to grind against you.
  187. 187.
    >You shuddered, finding your flaccid manhood sandwiched between her cheeks and sliding -effortlessly- up and down.
  188. 188.
    >It didn't stay soft for long.
  189. 189.
    >In a matter of moments, you were hard and pressed between Scootaloo's ass, with most of your shaft disappearing between her plump rear.
  190. 190.
    >Your lapse of judgment gave Scootaloo the perfect opportunity to just barely lift one of her legs and slide your cock right between her thighs, enveloping all but your very tip.
  191. 191.
    >"Gotcha~" Scootaloo said with a cocky giggle.
  192. 192.
    >You could only look down at her with unamusement in your eyes.
  193. 193.
    >Mostly unamusement.
  194. 194.
    "Okay, now THAT'S cheating."
  195. 195.
    >"That's not what -this- says," she teases, rubbing her thighs together—and therefore your cock.
  196. 196.
    >You let out a small shiver and gently grip Scootaloo's thighs. She admittedly wasn't as... pudgy as she was a few weeks ago, but she certainly hadn't worked off -all- that weight.
  197. 197.
    >And you couldn't stop squeezing.
  198. 198.
    >Scootaloo didn't seem to mind it though, if her titters were indicative of that.
  199. 199.
    >You leaned down to her ear.
  200. 200.
    "Look what you did," you whispered in her ear, before giving it a gentle kiss.
  201. 201.
    >It was Scootaloo's turn to shiver.
  202. 202.
    >"I-I mean, it's not like I had to try that hard..."
  203. 203.
    >You couldn't help but chuckle. You watched as Scootaloo eyed you from the side.
  204. 204.
    >"W-What?" she asked with a smile.
  205. 205.
    >That little smile...
  206. 206.
    >You leaned in and kissed her lips. A sudden little gasp left her throat before she relaxed.
  207. 207.
    >She never expected the kiss even when it was obvious—but she never fought it.
  208. 208.
    >Scootaloo smiled as your lips brushed hers, and you teased them gently with a lick of your tongue. You could feel the goosebumps forming up and down her hips, the cool air not doing any favors.
  209. 209.
    >You smiled back as Scootaloo seemingly struggled to find a part of you to hold onto.
  210. 210.
    "It's alright, I gotcha," you whisper to her before continuing to kiss her.
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  212. 212.
    >You emphasized this by gently digging your hands into her plump hips and holding her in place. And while it wasn't exactly holding her up by any means... your cock was certainly keeping her mind running.
  213. 213.
    >Scootaloo mewled needily, grinding her pussy against your shaft, pressing her ass against you over and over again.
  214. 214.
    >She knew just how to break down every... last... barrier.
  215. 215.
    >You didn't even realize you started thrusting. Pulling yourself back, you then pounced forward, slamming your hips against Scootaloo's ass and grinding your cock against her dripping pussy.
  216. 216.
    >Scootaloo shuddered and her legs quivered, struggling to stand upright as you fucked her thighs. She bit her lip and brought one of your hands up to her mouth—just to shut herself up.
  217. 217.
    >It didn't do much, as her voice still carried above the river current.
  218. 218.
    >God, it was hot.
  219. 219.
    >God, you missed this.
  220. 220.
    >It'd been a couple weeks since the last time you and Scootaloo were intimate like this. There was no shortage of kisses, but the lack of hygiene made it a not so savory time.
  221. 221.
    >But awash like this?
  222. 222.
    >You let her feel just how much you missed it.
  223. 223.
    >You hugged her body with your other hand and watched your cock disappear over and over between her legs. Every so often, you felt your tip brush against her clit, and Scootaloo would whimper in response.
  224. 224.
    >With a warm smile, you pressed yourself close to her body, maintaining your thrusts—but also taking your hand and bringing it down to her clit. With a single finger, you started to rub her down.
  225. 225.
    >Scootaloo's legs trembled, threatening to give out and send her diving into the water, but you held her up, denying her the chance to fall. At most, she would lean forward and you would lean right with her.
  226. 226.
    >Fucking her thighs.
  227. 227.
    >Rubbing her clit.
  228. 228.
    >Giving her a taste of what more you both could have.
  229. 229.
    >"N-Nonnyyyyy..."
  230. 230.
    >She started calling you that lately. Of course, you always called her Scoot, why not a nickname for yourself?
  231. 231.
    >A blissful sigh escaped your nostrils, and you pulled her up to meet her lips again. This time, it wasn't a kiss purely out of lust.
  232. 232.
    >This was the kind of kiss that made her feel, above all else... safe.
  233. 233.
    >A kiss for her, and her alone.
  234. 234.
    >You stood there, hips to ass, still—lips locked with hers and caressing her cheek with your hand.
  235. 235.
    >A moment like this, you'd forget where you were.
  236. 236.
    >You'd forgotten up until Scootaloo started moving her hips, sliding back and forth on your cock once again.
  237. 237.
    >You felt her shoulders begin to tense up, and you knew right away she was close.
  238. 238.
    >But you never pulled away from the kiss. Instead, you teased her tongue, suckling lightly on it with your lips.
  239. 239.
    >A soft whine escaped her throat, and suddenly Scootaloo clutched your arm for dear life as her body quivered against yours. A gentle rush of liquids coat your cock and ran down her legs, into the water below.
  240. 240.
    >You released her tongue and kissed her cheek with a little smile.
  241. 241.
    "Good girl," you whispered in her ear.
  242. 242.
     
  243. 243.
    >Scootaloo felt her legs finally begin to fail her; rather than try and hold her up, you guided her down to her knees and let her lean back into your body.
  244. 244.
    >Her hips bounced as you continued to leniently thrust between her thighs.
  245. 245.
    >It wasn't long before you felt your own orgasm begin to bubble.
  246. 246.
    >You kissed Scootaloo's head and sighed deeply into her hair—her favorite way for you to tell her.
  247. 247.
    >She met your hips halfway, watching in a daze as the head of your cock emerged, only to disappear again.
  248. 248.
    >You started to tense up, your cock flaring.
  249. 249.
    >"Cumming...?" Scootaloo squeaked behind your hand.
  250. 250.
    "Yeah," you shudder.
  251. 251.
    >Immediately after, you crumpled, holding Scootaloo close to you as your orgasm struck with little warning. With nothing to hold it back, ropes of cum shoot out into the air and disappear into the river water.
  252. 252.
    >Your free hand instinctively squeezes Scootaloo's belly and you sigh heavily into her neck. The young girl breathes just as heavy as she watches your seed vanish before her eyes.
  253. 253.
    >She gave a little whine, almost as if she was disappointed, but it's quickly masked with a blissful sigh as she kisses your hand.
  254. 254.
    >You thrust a few more times until you run dry, then spend several moments catching your breath, while occasionally giving Scootaloo's shoulder little kisses as a way of thanking her.
  255. 255.
    >"Fuck..." Scootaloo sighed softly to herself.
  256. 256.
    >You both break into gentle laughter, sitting there in the water until you had the energy to stand again.
  257. 257.
    >The rest of your time in the water was spent having your well-earned bath.
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    :::::
  260. 260.
     
  261. 261.
    >Later that night, you lay in bed. Scootaloo was sound asleep, spooned against your body, wearing her favorite PJs.
  262. 262.
    >You were content with just your boxers.
  263. 263.
    >It was dark in the bedroom, only faintly lit by the starlight emanating from the skylight.
  264. 264.
    >The scent that bounced off the walls was still alien, even if you'd already been here for two nights. That was just something you were gonna have to get used to, but it was never easy.
  265. 265.
    >That being said, you were comfortable. You didn't have too much from what you could bring from Canterlot, but what you had was better than nothing.
  266. 266.
    >You started thinking again, about... maybe staying here.
  267. 267.
    >The place was separated from—what used to be—civilization, right next to a natural river source, and the chances of anyone finding you out here was pretty low.
  268. 268.
    >But yet, all the same, it still felt too -open-. You missed when there was only one real way to reach you.
  269. 269.
    >The bottom floor alone has eight windows and the perimeter had no fencing. It was entirely open to anyone or anything that happened by.
  270. 270.
    >You'd been learning plenty, and both you and Scootaloo were experienced enough with guns to use them if ever need be.
  271. 271.
    >But you still wondered if even that would be enough. Sure, you could build a shelf and set up a makeshift bathtub, but that was it.
  272. 272.
    >You were still comfortable thanks the technology you had, but even that had a shelf life.
  273. 273.
     
  274. 274.
    >Would you be ready to forage when the food runs out? Will you be ready to keep the lights on when the batteries are gone?
  275. 275.
    >Will you be ready to fight when the bullets run out?
  276. 276.
    >You look back down at Scootaloo and run your fingers through her hair again. You then gaze back up at the stars and think.
  277. 277.
    >And you don't stop thinking until you fall asleep.
  278. 278.
     
  279. 279.
    :::::
  280. 280.
     
  281. 281.
    >You woke up to the sound of birds overhead.
  282. 282.
    >With a squeak, you stretched your limbs out and moaned happily as your back cracked -juuuust- right.
  283. 283.
    >As you opened your eyes, you gazed up to the skylight. The sky was a bright orange-blue, and there was just a faint sliver of sunlight peeking over.
  284. 284.
    >It must've been no later than eight o'clock, if you had to guess.
  285. 285.
    >You shifted slightly under the covers, trying to get up, only to realize Scootaloo was practically on top of you at this point. The young girl was snoring quietly into your chest, with her arms lazily hugged over your shoulders.
  286. 286.
    >You almost wish the camera was on the nightstand just for the occasion, but this was good enough for you.
  287. 287.
    >But with your movements alone, it wasn't long before Scootaloo stirred awake and glanced down at you with a single open eye.
  288. 288.
    "Mornin'," you whisper with a smile.
  289. 289.
    >"Izzit?" Scootaloo asked tiredly.
  290. 290.
    "Mm-hmm," you hummed back at her. "I'll make us breakfast in a bit, if you're hungry."
  291. 291.
    >Scootaloo hummed as she thought about it for a moment.
  292. 292.
    >"... Nah. S'alright. "
  293. 293.
    "If you say so~"
  294. 294.
    >You give Scootaloo a little kiss on her forehead, to which she hums again happily. She then nuzzles your chest in an effort to make herself comfortable and then sighs contently.
  295. 295.
    >With a smile, you both lay there in each other's silent company.
  296. 296.
    >...
  297. 297.
    >...
  298. 298.
    >"Are you hard right now...?"
  299. 299.
    >You lazily reach down, past her butt, and feel your crotch.
  300. 300.
    "... Yeah."
  301. 301.
    >"I can feel it."
  302. 302.
    "Oh."
  303. 303.
    >...
  304. 304.
    "Is it bugging you?"
  305. 305.
    >She giggles.
  306. 306.
    >"Nah."
  307. 307.
    "Alright."
  308. 308.
    >...
  309. 309.
    >"D'ya want me to take care of it?"
  310. 310.
    "Do you -WANT- to take care of it?"
  311. 311.
    >"... Maybe..."
  312. 312.
    >You lazily reach back up to ruffle her hair.
  313. 313.
    "Sure, kiddo."
  314. 314.
    >With a giggle, Scootaloo was off, racing her way under the covers. All you could see was the bump from her head poking up, and hear her little titters.
  315. 315.
    >It didn't take long to feel her little hands fumbling with the button of your boxers.
  316. 316.
    >And it especially didn't take long for her to free your cock.
  317. 317.
    >"Who-ho-hoa! It looks so much bigger like this!"
  318. 318.
    >You snorted to yourself—not sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.
  319. 319.
    >You simply resorted to the former as you felt her take it delicately in her grasp.
  320. 320.
    >"Sooo, should I jerk it, oooooor should I blow it...?" she asked in a playful manner, slowly pumping it up and down with a hand.
  321. 321.
    >You shuddered and leaned your head back into the pillow.
  322. 322.
    "Whatever you want, kiddo~" you whisper.
  323. 323.
    >Scootaloo's thumb teased the tip.
  324. 324.
    >Then you felt her lean forward and give it a gentle little peck—her lips curved into a smile.
  325. 325.
    >You shivered.
  326. 326.
    >She giggled.
  327. 327.
     
  328. 328.
    >And in a single moment, she took most of your cock into her mouth and began to bob up and down.
  329. 329.
    >You groaned and grabbed a clump of your hair, then sank your head deeper into the pillow—only occasionally glancing down to watch the blanket lump move up and down in tandem.
  330. 330.
    >You couldn't see it, but you could feel everything.
  331. 331.
    "Y-You hot under there?" you asked Scootaloo.
  332. 332.
    >Between the slurping and smacking of her lips, she simply hummed no.
  333. 333.
    >You didn't bother her anymore than that. You just laid back and let Scootaloo work her magic, only placing a single hand on the bobbing lump.
  334. 334.
    >Scootaloo giggled and lapped teasingly at the base of your cock.
  335. 335.
    >Little tease...
  336. 336.
    >You stared up at the skylight and watched the morning clouds roll by. It was almost peaceful.
  337. 337.
    >A peace that was quickly broken as Scootaloo picked up speed, taking most of your length into her throat.
  338. 338.
    >She was too good...
  339. 339.
    "Almost there..." you simply whisper to her.
  340. 340.
    >Scootaloo was smart. Very smart.
  341. 341.
    >And she knew not to fix what wasn't broken.
  342. 342.
    >Her fingers pumped lightly at the base, while she repeatedly took you into her mouth, over and over again, never breaking her rhythm—never going any faster or any slower.
  343. 343.
    >She was just fast enough.
  344. 344.
    >You gripped the bedsheets, you started to breathe heavily, and you instinctively stretched out your legs as the feeling within continued to grow.
  345. 345.
    >And grow.
  346. 346.
    >And grow.
  347. 347.
    >AND GROW!
  348. 348.
    >AND—
  349. 349.
    >With a loud gasp and a flurry of choked moans and coughs, you feel the tip of your cock rupture, repeatedly firing thick loads of cum into Scootaloo's mouth.
  350. 350.
    >The young girl stopped her motions only for a moment as she felt your seed strike the back of her throat. She fought back a gag—at least, what it sounded like—but she held herself steady and sat there while you came in her mouth.
  351. 351.
    >You couldn't resist a peek. You lifted the covers only slightly, enough to look under and watch as your cock throbbed in her mouth.
  352. 352.
    >Her cheeks started to bulge by the time you finished.
  353. 353.
    >She looked up and tried to smile, only for a drop of cum to escape from her lips. All she did was giggle.
  354. 354.
    >Suddenly, a thought came to her!
  355. 355.
    >Scootaloo's hand crept out from underneath the blanket and pointed in the direction of the nightstand. You look over to see an empty plastic cup sitting there, as if freshly used.
  356. 356.
    >With a curious hum, you reach over to grab it, then bring it down to meet her. Scootaloo takes the cup in her hand and proceeds to slurp her way off your cock.
  357. 357.
    >She gets up to her knees, blanket falling behind her, and her towering over you.
  358. 358.
    >"Blehhhhhh..."
  359. 359.
    >In a single motion, Scootaloo spits every last drop of cum into the cup, sputtering occasionally.
  360. 360.
    >You couldn't help but laugh a little.
  361. 361.
    "Taste funny?" you inquire.
  362. 362.
    >She just shakes her head and snickers.
  363. 363.
    >"Nah, just a lot more than I thought, didn't wanna throw up. Does taste kinda funky, though..."
  364. 364.
    "Well, I'll eat some more fruit today," you reply with a grin.
  365. 365.
     
  366. 366.
    >Scootaloo just looks at you with a guilty smile.
  367. 367.
    >"I'll swallow next time. Promise."
  368. 368.
    >You try not to throb.
  369. 369.
    "S'alright~"
  370. 370.
    >You smile warmly at her and caress her cheek, before sitting up and meeting her lips with your own. After a few seconds, you pull away and lightly tap her cheeks with both hands.
  371. 371.
    "Now go brush your teeth, missy~"
  372. 372.
    >Scootaloo trilled her lips with a light groan.
  373. 373.
    >"Aww man..."
  374. 374.
    >Scootaloo hopped off the bed and stepped out of the room, taking the cup with her.
  375. 375.
    >You chuckled to yourself.
  376. 376.
    >It was moments like that, that reminded you Scootaloo was still just a kid.
  377. 377.
    >... And she just walked out with a cup full of your cum.
  378. 378.
    >You sigh.
  379. 379.
    >It didn't matter how much time went by, some semblance of guilt was always gonna stick with you.
  380. 380.
    >But as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered to you right now.
  381. 381.
    >You button up your boxers and step out of bed. With a stretch of your arms, you walk over to the window and open the curtains, bathing the room in the ambient morning light.
  382. 382.
    >The truck was still there, parked right where you left it. The truck's bed was still mostly full of what you brought with you—unsure if you were ever planning to stay here longer than a couple days, if need be.
  383. 383.
    >But from what you've seen so far up to this point, this not only seemed like a good place to lay low... but definitely one to call home, with the right amount of love and care.
  384. 384.
    >And already, you could see it.
  385. 385.
    >An empty patch to the right of the house was a good spot for a garden, maybe even a greenhouse if you get that far. On the other side... maybe a latrine or outhouse?
  386. 386.
    >It sure would beat the bucket.
  387. 387.
    >There's plenty of space to roam around, plenty of trees surrounding you both for cover and for tinder if need be, and a practically endless source of water for bathing and drinking.
  388. 388.
    >It was no farmhouse... but you had plenty of time to make it one.
  389. 389.
    >Scootaloo wanders back into the room, baring her teeth for you.
  390. 390.
    >"There, done. Happy?"
  391. 391.
    >You take her by your side and kiss her gently on the lips.
  392. 392.
    >Minty.
  393. 393.
    "Very."
  394. 394.
    >You then wrap your arm over her shoulder and pull her close with a deep sigh.
  395. 395.
    >"What's up?" Scootaloo asks curiously.
  396. 396.
    >You can't help but smile.
  397. 397.
    "Just thinking about where to put all our stuff."
  398. 398.
    >But you had plenty of time to figure that out.
  399. 399.
    >Because for the next month, this place was your home.
  400. 400.
     
  401. 401.
    __________
  402. 402.
     
  403. 403.
    THE NEXT DAY
  404. 404.
     
  405. 405.
    >February 14th.
  406. 406.
    >That was the date, according to your phone. The truck's internal clock was off for months before you found it, so it thinks it's September.
  407. 407.
    >But if your phone was still correct, you only left Canterlot two weeks ago. You'd been traveling for so long that the days all seemed to blend together.
  408. 408.
    >Not to mention you accidentally packed the phone away in one of the food boxes in your rush to leave...
  409. 409.
    >Nevertheless, it synced up with the amount of nights you can recall, for better or worse.
  410. 410.
    >You marked down the general location of the house in the truck's GPS. You were surprised that the GPS still managed to work even a bit this far out since everything collapsed.
  411. 411.
    >It wasn't entirely as accurate, but you were still able to mark down the location of the house on a semi-blurry map of Equestria.
  412. 412.
    >The nearby town wasn't too big, but with how remote it was compared to the other places you'd been to, you were hopeful it wasn't too impacted by looting.
  413. 413.
    >But you were in no rush to leave the house just yet. Instead, you spent the early morning hours checking out the other parts of the house you hadn't yet explored.
  414. 414.
    >Most of the rooms were nothing too fancy—mostly walk-in closets and a little lounge, nothing you haven't already seen elsewhere.
  415. 415.
    >Well... except for -one- room...
  416. 416.
     
  417. 417.
    :::::
  418. 418.
     
  419. 419.
    >"Can I open my eyes now?"
  420. 420.
    "Not yet... and no peeking!"
  421. 421.
    >"I wasn't peeking!"
  422. 422.
    "Uh-huh~"
  423. 423.
    >You smiled and walked ahead of Scootaloo down the first floor hallway, leading her by the hand while occasionally checking to make sure her eyes were closed. You caught her trying to sneak a peek once, the little brat.
  424. 424.
    >She made shape of the hallway, but didn't account for the sudden left turn well before the laundry room.
  425. 425.
    >Why were you walking into the stairs?
  426. 426.
    >And why was it dark in here?
  427. 427.
    >So much curiosity ran through the young girl's mind, right up until you stopped her in her tracks.
  428. 428.
    "Okay... open your eyes~"
  429. 429.
    >Scootaloo pulled her hand away from her face and opened her eyes. They took only a moment to adjust, but when they did...
  430. 430.
    >A private movie theater greeted her.
  431. 431.
    >"No fucking WAY!" she exclaimed with glee, forcing a giddy chuckle from you.
  432. 432.
    >Scootaloo turned to you with a wide grin, sneaking glances at the doorway as to where the two of you were.
  433. 433.
    >"This was under the STAIRS?"
  434. 434.
    "Yep~"
  435. 435.
    >You found the room by happenstance while searching the house a few days earlier. The button was hidden behind a book on the built-in bookshelf that made up the door, so it was impossible to see right away.
  436. 436.
    >You held off on telling Scootaloo until you were sure you could get the projector up and running. Sure enough, after a -quick- charge of the generators, you plugged everything in and could watch any movie—and play any game—your little hearts desired on the big screen.
  437. 437.
    >It didn't take long for her to see the XBOX sitting on the floor. She held her hands up to her chest and squealed.
  438. 438.
    >You walked up to her and kissed her forehead.
  439. 439.
     
  440. 440.
    >"Happy Valentine's Day~"
  441. 441.
    >Scootaloo's smile faded, and her eyes went wide.
  442. 442.
    "Oh shit, is it?"
  443. 443.
    >"Yeah," you laughed, hugging her close to your body. "Wanted it to be a surprise."
  444. 444.
    >Scootaloo hesitantly hugged you back.
  445. 445.
    >"I can look for a gift for you... I mean, you know, if you wanted me to or something," she said—trying to pass it off so casually, but you could see a hint of guilt in her eyes for not realizing it.
  446. 446.
    >You just shook your head and kissed her cheek.
  447. 447.
    "S'alright~"
  448. 448.
    >Eventually, she smiled back.
  449. 449.
    >"Alright."
  450. 450.
    >You chuckled and stepped back, leaving your hands on her hips.
  451. 451.
    "What d'ya say about a little Sky Cruisers?"
  452. 452.
    >Scootaloo hummed teasingly, struggling to hide the smirk on her face.
  453. 453.
    >"I say... I can still kick your ass?"
  454. 454.
    >You smirk back.
  455. 455.
    "We'll see about it~"
  456. 456.
     
  457. 457.
    :::::
  458. 458.
     
  459. 459.
    >Two hours—and fifteen defeats—later, you and Scootaloo eventually moved on from video games and settled on a movie. The closest you could find to a Valentines-themed movie was "Be My Valentine, Charlie Brown".
  460. 460.
    >Scootaloo really came to like Charlie Brown during the Thanksgiving-Christmas season, so she was honestly overjoyed when you found this DVD just sitting on one of the shelves in the living room.
  461. 461.
    >You popped the movie in and cuddled with the young girl on the theater couch, nestled underneath a warm blanket.
  462. 462.
    >For a moment, it really felt like you were back at the dorm again. Watching movies on the couch, drinking a cold soda.
  463. 463.
    >You hadn't really cooked any food yet, but you didn't want to attract any attention with a campfire, at least not for the moment.
  464. 464.
    >But this was fine. This was more than fine.
  465. 465.
    >Laying here, on this couch, Scootaloo underneath your arm.
  466. 466.
    >She looked so safe.
  467. 467.
    >She -is- safe.
  468. 468.
    >Safe enough to reach up and kiss you on the cheek like it was the first time all over again. And of course, you kissed her back.
  469. 469.
    >Then you peppered her cheek with little kisses and listened to her giggles.
  470. 470.
    >Of course, it didn't take long for the cheek kisses to turn into lip kisses—then to making out.
  471. 471.
    >And before long, you were on top of Scootaloo and...
  472. 472.
    >Well, you know how it usually goes...
  473. 473.
     
  474. 474.
    :::::
  475. 475.
     
  476. 476.
    >The days passed quickly.
  477. 477.
    >You cleared out the truck bed and started getting settled into your new home.
  478. 478.
    >There were three bedrooms, but Scootaloo was fully content sleeping with you. Nevertheless, you figured one of them would be a good place to turn into her own little "studio".
  479. 479.
    >Once you had a more permanent source of power, she'd be able to use her computer all the time. Even then, she was still working plenty on her Power Ponies story—something you were well invested in by now.
  480. 480.
    >The kid had a knack for story writing. If things ever get back to normal... well, some kind of normal... she certainly had a career waiting for her.
  481. 481.
     
  482. 482.
    >In the meantime, you gave yourself a better scope of the house, and checked every potential blind spot and vulnerable opening you could find. The front and back of the house were fairly open, but the sides led to nothing but deep woodland.
  483. 483.
    >You had the idea to weld some iron bars to the frames, but unfortunately, you left any kind of welding tool back in Canterlot. Nevertheless, it was an idea that you'd keep on the back burner until then.
  484. 484.
    >With that in mind, you scouted the nearby town, a place called Little Cedar. Before the pandemic, according to the sign, it had a population of only 225.
  485. 485.
    >And sure enough, you could believe it; there were a few neighborhoods with houses practically shoulder to shoulder, and the space that made up downtown was small yet quaint. It was the definition of a small mountain town.
  486. 486.
    >A few of the shops were partially looted, but to your surprise, most of the downtown area was left untouched. Even the apartments above them still had some food in their pantries—most of their general belongings, however, were gone.
  487. 487.
    >There was a single sign laying on the ground outside that seemed to indicate the military was here at one point; if you had to guess, they were likely evacuated.
  488. 488.
    >Of course, that was only a guess. But it was clear the townsfolk left in a hurry.
  489. 489.
    >But you were in no rush to pick the town clean of anything useful.
  490. 490.
    >You were only interested in looking for one particular thing...
  491. 491.
    >Baking mix.
  492. 492.
     
  493. 493.
    __________
  494. 494.
     
  495. 495.
    MARCH 1
  496. 496.
     
  497. 497.
    >Scootaloo awoke to an empty bed.
  498. 498.
    >She hummed and peered around the room, but there was no sign of you. She got up from the bed, wearing nothing but a hoodie, and walked over to the window.
  499. 499.
    >The truck was still there, parked in the driveway.
  500. 500.
    >That meant you were still home.
  501. 501.
    >Scootaloo decided to put on some underwear and pants and made her way to the door, only to find a note taped to it. Curious, she took it down and read it.
  502. 502.
    "Scoot,
  503. 503.
    I got a surprise for you~
  504. 504.
    I'll call you down when it's ready :)
  505. 505.
    Breakfast on the nightstand!
  506. 506.
    -Anon"
  507. 507.
    >When "it's" ready...?
  508. 508.
    >Scootaloo put the thought on hold and turned to the nightstand. There was a plate of corned beef hash, canned peaches, and a cup of...
  509. 509.
    >Orange juice?
  510. 510.
    >She took the cup in her hand and gave it a whiff. It didn't smell like orange juice, but it definitely smelled like -juice-.
  511. 511.
    >She tasted the drink, and...
  512. 512.
    >... had to stop herself from downing the rest.
  513. 513.
    >Scootaloo ate her breakfast, which was surprisingly still warm—she assumed you must've just recently cooked it.
  514. 514.
    >Immediately, it reminded her of the breakfasts you made for her back at the college. The cold winter air, coupled with the hot meals and ice-cold sodas, made her feel right at home.
  515. 515.
    >She still missed Canterlot... but at least she could still have a hot meal!
  516. 516.
     
  517. 517.
    >After breakfast, Scootaloo waited patiently in the bedroom for you to call her down. Until then, she sat in bed and tended to her garden in Stardew Valley—something she'd gotten a little too addicted to.
  518. 518.
    >You can't remember how many times you woke up in the middle of the night to find her playing with the lowest possible brightness on her screen.
  519. 519.
    >Soon after ten o'clock rolled around, Scootaloo was startled by a knock at the door.
  520. 520.
    "Scoot?" you called from outside. "You up?"
  521. 521.
    >"Y-Yeah!" Scootaloo replied after a sigh of relief.
  522. 522.
    "It's ready~"
  523. 523.
    >She was increasingly curious as to what "it" is...
  524. 524.
     
  525. 525.
    :::::
  526. 526.
     
  527. 527.
    >Once again, Scootaloo's eyes were covered as she walked through the house, with you standing behind her and guiding her to the back door.
  528. 528.
    >She stepped onto the backyard patio, her sneakers softly plopping against the tiles.
  529. 529.
    >The smell of burning coal sifted through her nostrils, followed by the smell of something... sweet.
  530. 530.
    >Very sweet.
  531. 531.
    >In fact... was that frosting...?
  532. 532.
    "Alright, sit," you tell her, guiding her to a patio chair.
  533. 533.
    >Scootaloo does as you say and sits, the smell of the frosting now stronger than ever.
  534. 534.
    >Almost like it was right in front of her...
  535. 535.
    "Ready?"
  536. 536.
    >She hums and nods.
  537. 537.
    >Finally, you pull your hands away and let her see.
  538. 538.
    >She gasps softly at what she sees.
  539. 539.
    >Sitting in front of her on a table, is a small, freshly baked cake, covered in vanilla frosting, with twelve burning candles lodged within.
  540. 540.
    >Scootaloo was speechless.
  541. 541.
    >And yet, she smiled.
  542. 542.
    >You placed your hands on her shoulders.
  543. 543.
    "♫Happy birthday to you...♫"
  544. 544.
    >Scootaloo tried to hide her face, as if embarrassed to be sung to.
  545. 545.
    "♫Happy birthday to you...♫"
  546. 546.
    >But she was never good at hiding that smile.
  547. 547.
    "♫Happy birthday, dear Scootaloo...♫"
  548. 548.
    >That little smile...
  549. 549.
    "♫Happy birthday to you~♫"
  550. 550.
    >You reach down and kiss her cheek.
  551. 551.
    "Make a wish, kiddo~"
  552. 552.
    >Scootaloo stared at the cake just a little while longer.
  553. 553.
    >Then with that, she blew out the candles.
  554. 554.
    >Then she stood up from her chair, turned around, and hugged you tightly.
  555. 555.
    >"Thank you," she said, fighting back tears.
  556. 556.
    >You hugged her back and kissed the top of her head.
  557. 557.
    >After a few moments, Scootaloo pulled away and wiped any tears from her face, laughing to herself.
  558. 558.
    >"S-So, can I cut the first piece?"
  559. 559.
    >You simply smiled and handed her a cutting knife.
  560. 560.
    "All yours, birthday girl."
  561. 561.
    >A couple minutes later, you and Scootaloo are digging into the first cake you've had in at least a year.
  562. 562.
    >Well, -you're- eating it. Scootaloo, on the other hand, is practically stuffing her face with her second slice now, sucking the fork clean and ready to go for thirds.
  563. 563.
    >"So fucking good..." Scootaloo exclaims softly, scraping remnants of frosting off her plate.
  564. 564.
    >You snicker and take a bite of your second slice.
  565. 565.
    >"How'd you even get to make this?" Scootaloo asks with intrigue, wiping frosting off the corners of her mouth.
  566. 566.
     
  567. 567.
    "A couple trial and error batches," you explain to her. "I found most of what I needed in town and just winged it from a cookbook I found. It's not too thick or anything, is it?"
  568. 568.
    >Licking up more frosting, Scootaloo shrugged.
  569. 569.
    >"Ehh, a little, but I don't care! Cake's cake, right?"
  570. 570.
    >You chuckle.
  571. 571.
    "If you say so... Oh, by the way..."
  572. 572.
    >Before you forgot, you grabbed a couple cans of powdered milk you had hiding underneath the table—fully poured and mixed.
  573. 573.
    >Scootaloo was elated, and began downing the beverage with glee. It wasn't typical milk, but it did the job just fine.
  574. 574.
    >You smiled and laughed warmly as you drank your own share.
  575. 575.
    >By the time you were done, there was still a quarter of the cake left sitting on the table. You decided to wrap it up and set it on the kitchen counter for after dinner.
  576. 576.
    >After cleaning up the patio, the two of you went inside, and you handed Scootaloo her presents.
  577. 577.
    >They were all CDs of her favorite punk bands, specifically Blink-182 and Paramore.
  578. 578.
    >You couldn't find much of anything for her these days that she didn't already own—you were essentially scraping the bottom of the creative barrel.
  579. 579.
    >But thankfully for you, Scootaloo didn't mind that all that much. She seemed to appreciate the thought more than the gifts themselves.
  580. 580.
    >Or maybe that was just the cake talking...
  581. 581.
    >After opening her gifts, you both went back into the theater and played a marathon of Sky Cruisers. Scootaloo ran circles around every one of your ships, blowing you out of the sky with nary a lick of effort.
  582. 582.
    >Even the two victories you snatched out from under her felt more like pity-wins above all else.
  583. 583.
    >You played until the generator ran dry, after which you plugged in the next one and put in a random movie, then went to go up lunch on the fire pit.
  584. 584.
    >Nothing too fancy, a helping of corned beef hash and some refried beans, with some lukewarm soda to wash it all down.
  585. 585.
    >The next hour after lunch was spent indulging in a random film of Scootaloo's choice—a space film set far off in the future.
  586. 586.
    >The beginning of the film was more of a slow-burn. So much so that the poor kid was starting to fall asleep on your shoulder.
  587. 587.
    >But then it got loud and fast. Ships zooming across the screen, things blowing up, fast-paced shots of mountains or planets or entire solar systems zipping by the screen in an instant.
  588. 588.
    >It woke her right up and left her on the edge of her seat.
  589. 589.
    >Literally. You had to keep her from falling off at least twice.
  590. 590.
    >By the time you reached the big climactic moment of the film, Scootaloo was in sheer awe—both from the visuals, and from just how much the theater -rumbled- from the speakers.
  591. 591.
    >And then it was over.
  592. 592.
    >Just like that, everything wound down; the bad guy was defeated, and the galaxy was saved...
  593. 593.
    >Or was it...?
  594. 594.
    >[TO BE CONTINUED]
  595. 595.
    >"Aww man! A cliffhanger? Really?"
  596. 596.
    >Scootaloo, still coming down from her joyful high, suddenly grew disappointed, sitting back in her seat with a heavy sigh and a groan.
  597. 597.
     
  598. 598.
    >You snuck a glance at the DVD case and checked for the release date.
  599. 599.
    >November 2, 2022.
  600. 600.
    >Only four months before the outbreak.
  601. 601.
    >Damn...
  602. 602.
    "Sorry, Scoot..." you say sympathetically as you rub her shoulder.
  603. 603.
    >She just grumbles.
  604. 604.
    >"I fucking hate the apocalypse."
  605. 605.
    >That got a light chuckle out of you.
  606. 606.
    "Me too."
  607. 607.
    >After a few moments of silence, you stand up and stretch your legs.
  608. 608.
    "Well, if you want, we can watch another one," you suggest with a smile. "I'll find something that actually got finished, promise."
  609. 609.
    >You hear Scootaloo snicker slightly. But soon after, the faint smile on her face fades and she's left chewing on her inner cheek.
  610. 610.
    "You alright?"
  611. 611.
    >Scootaloo nods and hums.
  612. 612.
    >"Um... do you, um... think we can do something else?"
  613. 613.
    "Sure, like what?"
  614. 614.
    >Scootaloo bites her lip and almost refuses to look at you, as if she really didn't want to talk about it.
  615. 615.
    >Then she waves for you to come closer.
  616. 616.
    >You oblige and sit down beside her.
  617. 617.
    >Scootaloo then decides to meet you halfway, and leans forward until her lips almost meet your ear. You feel the heat practically radiating off her body.
  618. 618.
    >She's quivering, but keeps herself steady enough to speak.
  619. 619.
    >"C-Can we, u-um... h-have sex...?"
  620. 620.
    >You feel your heart immediately begin to race, even as Scootaloo pulls away to look at you.
  621. 621.
    >It takes a moment for your words to catch up with you.
  622. 622.
    "You mean, like...?" you ask her to elaborate.
  623. 623.
    >"I mean, like... you know... down there...?" she "clarified" softly.
  624. 624.
    >It didn't take a philosopher to know exactly what she was talking about.
  625. 625.
    >Not foreplay.
  626. 626.
    >Sex.
  627. 627.
    >You held off on the idea for so long, both on account of her age and not wanting to rush her into anything she didn't want.
  628. 628.
    >It was always at her own pace.
  629. 629.
    >And now...
  630. 630.
    "Is that what you want?" you ask her... always.
  631. 631.
    >Scootaloo snorted and smiled meekly.
  632. 632.
    >"Well, duh. I mean, it's my birthday, right?" she replied jokingly...
  633. 633.
    >... unable to help her shaking.
  634. 634.
    "Hey," you say quietly to her, taking her hands in your own. "I mean it. Do you actually want it?"
  635. 635.
    >From your touch alone, her shaking began to diminish.
  636. 636.
    >She shuddered and looked up at you—staring into your eyes—and gave you a gentle nod.
  637. 637.
    >She didn't dare look away.
  638. 638.
    >You smiled and brought your hand up to her face, caressing her cheek.
  639. 639.
    "Alright," you say to her. "Do you wanna go up in the bedroom or stay here?"
  640. 640.
    >"H-Here's okay," Scootaloo said, almost a little too quick.
  641. 641.
    >She pulled away from you and, right away, reached for the hem of her cargo shorts and lifted her legs into the air.
  642. 642.
    >Scootaloo then slowly slid both shorts and panties clean off her body, leaving her half-naked on the couch.
  643. 643.
    >You felt your heart jolt as you began to do the same.
  644. 644.
    >It was just like all the other times, right?
  645. 645.
    >Except it wasn't.
  646. 646.
    >Even taking off your own pants felt like doing it for the first time, almost a chore.
  647. 647.
     
  648. 648.
    >But after a few seconds, you were left with nothing but your shirt and socks on—and your slowly hardening cock on display for Scootaloo.
  649. 649.
    >Scootaloo's breath quickened slightly as she stared at your shaft. She must've wondered how much of it would be able to fit in her.
  650. 650.
    >You weren't big on average, but you were definitely big for Scootaloo... if her mouth was any indication.
  651. 651.
    >Scootaloo wasted no time in taking your cock in her hand and giving it a few weak pumps; just enough to really get your blood flowing.
  652. 652.
    >She then shifted her body so that she was facing you, then laid down on her back and spread her legs.
  653. 653.
    >You had a full view of her nethers, nothing you weren't already used to. But with what you were about to do, you might as well have been looking for the first time.
  654. 654.
    >Scootaloo propped one of her legs on top of the couch, while the other hung lazily over the edge of the seat cushion.
  655. 655.
    >"A-Alright... I think I'm ready..."
  656. 656.
    >You sucked in a quiet breath through your teeth and, without wasting another moment, began to crawl on top of Scootaloo. When you stopped, you were face to face with the young girl.
  657. 657.
    >Your knees were planted firmly on the sofa cushion, and one of your hands held her leg on the top in place.
  658. 658.
    >It got quiet in the room, with nothing but your and Scootaloo's unsteady breathing filling the gap.
  659. 659.
    "Nervous?" you ask her softly.
  660. 660.
    >"Y-Yeah..." she answers just the same.
  661. 661.
    >You smile.
  662. 662.
    "S'alright. Just let me know when to stop."
  663. 663.
    >Scootaloo nodded shakily, her entire body quivering with unease... yet also with anticipation.
  664. 664.
    >With a smile, you kissed her.
  665. 665.
    >This time, she kept her lips planted firmly on yours, albeit trembling. As she did, you took your cock in one hand and pushed the tip to her vaginal lips.
  666. 666.
    >Scootaloo whimpered into your mouth, but didn't pull away. Her body began to tense up as the head of your cock disappeared between her lips.
  667. 667.
    "Ready?" you ask her again.
  668. 668.
    >She nods again.
  669. 669.
    >With a shaky breath, you push into her.
  670. 670.
    >A groan escapes your lips.
  671. 671.
    >She's tight.
  672. 672.
    >So, so tight.
  673. 673.
    >And so, so hot.
  674. 674.
    >You feel her legs wrap tightly around your waist, and her hot breath on your neck as she buries her face into it.
  675. 675.
    >Still, she doesn't pull away.
  676. 676.
    >That was until you finally felt something stop you from going in further.
  677. 677.
    >You knew what it was—and Scootaloo seemed to know to.
  678. 678.
    >She trembled and whimpered again, as if afraid.
  679. 679.
    "Ready...?" you ask one last time.
  680. 680.
    >"Uh-huh..." she quickly shudders.
  681. 681.
    >You kiss her cheek and hold your lips firmly there, never letting go.
  682. 682.
    >Finally, you push.
  683. 683.
    >"AAAHHH!"
  684. 684.
    >Scootaloo jolts backward, as if trying to force you out—and yet at the same time, forces herself forward as if to keep you in. Her body convulses against you.
  685. 685.
    >Not in pleasure.
  686. 686.
    >In pain.
  687. 687.
    >You try to hold her steady, ease her through it, but it's a fleeting effort as the young girl begins to cry beneath you, scratching instinctively at your shoulders and sobbing into your chest.
  688. 688.
    >"aaAaaAAAHH...!"
  689. 689.
     
  690. 690.
    "Shh shhh, stay still, I'm gonna pu-"
  691. 691.
    >"N-NO! NOo, no, i-it's oKaAY, I can-!"
  692. 692.
    >Against your wishes, Scootaloo tried forcing you deeper into her—hoping the pain would subside.
  693. 693.
    >Hoping it would finally feel-
  694. 694.
    >"NNHAAGHTAKEITOUTPLEASETAKEITOUT—"
  695. 695.
    >Carefully, you pull out of Scootaloo and let go of her leg. Immediately, she tries to clamp her legs together.
  696. 696.
    >You pull yourself away, allowing her to close her legs, and watched as she laid down on her side and put on a brave face...
  697. 697.
    >All while she fought to hold back tears.
  698. 698.
    >Half your member was coated in a thin layer of blood mixed with her juices.
  699. 699.
    >Blood lightly seeped from her vagina—nothing concerning, but expected.
  700. 700.
    >You knew what happened, after all. And of course, she knew that too.
  701. 701.
    >But it was clear she didn't expect it to...
  702. 702.
    >... hurt.
  703. 703.
    "C'mere," you whisper to her, leaning over to wrap your arms around her. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
  704. 704.
    >Scootaloo was shaking in pain, clutching her legs, but still trying to brave through it as she hugged you back.
  705. 705.
    >"I-I'm alright... I-I'm—nngh..."
  706. 706.
    >She sobs softly in your shoulder.
  707. 707.
    >She promised she'd do better next time.
  708. 708.
    >She promised she'll keep going.
  709. 709.
    >But next time didn't come—and that was always okay.
  710. 710.
    >Not until she was ready.
  711. 711.
     
  712. 712.
    __________
  713. 713.
     
  714. 714.
    >A few days later, you took another trip into town, curious to see what more had been left behind.
  715. 715.
    >There was nothing more than what you were used to in Canterlot: Some clothing and food was missing, some family pictures, but the houses still looked lived in even a year later.
  716. 716.
    >A few homes that had their windows opened 24/7 suffered roach infestations and mold issues. If you found anything that was of use, it sure as shit wasn't useful now.
  717. 717.
    >By the by, the trips were less supply runs and more so excuses to get the two of you out of the house.
  718. 718.
    >Scootaloo was feeling better by the end of her birthday, but you could still see an occasional wince.
  719. 719.
    >You could only hope you didn't scar her, but you didn't want to pressure her into letting you check.
  720. 720.
    >Otherwise, she was back to her usual, adorable little self. She kept trying to make up for it afterwards, but you had to remind her that there was nothing to make up.
  721. 721.
    >There's always next time...
  722. 722.
    >With March rolling in, so was the spring weather. You hadn't seen a lick of snow since you arrived here, but it wasn't warm either.
  723. 723.
    >That changed almost like the flip of a switch—while there was still the occasional shiver, you no longer needed to wear a hoodie outside.
  724. 724.
    >The flowers began to bloom, and any animals that went into hibernation finally began to wake up.
  725. 725.
    >Spring was finally here.
  726. 726.
    >The thermometer on the side of the house read 75 by the tenth. It was getting toasty enough on some occasions that you actually needed to sleep without blankets one night.
  727. 727.
    >Even Scootaloo—who practically slept on top of you every night—needed her space just to cool down!
  728. 728.
     
  729. 729.
    >If it was already getting this warm at the start of spring, you could only imagine how bad summer would be.
  730. 730.
    >Maybe you should've traveled north instead...
  731. 731.
    >Progress on turning the house into a proper home was slow-going, but things were already going well for the first month.
  732. 732.
    >You cleaned up one of the bedrooms and turned it into Scootaloo's art studio, just like you promised. It wasn't so much for digital work—at least for now—as it was for traditional work.
  733. 733.
    >She was still more than able to draw and write out her ideas, but she saved most of the actual concrete plot, twists, and turns for the laptop on a full charge and a whole day of nothing else to do.
  734. 734.
    >When it came to target practice, you didn't fire off any rounds at home. Instead, on days you could spare some charge, you drove out to the middle of nowhere and set up some targets—an assortment of bottles and old children's dolls.
  735. 735.
    >Even after all this time, Scootaloo never lost her edge. Every target she hit, she hit like they owed her more than just money.
  736. 736.
    >Doing laundry was even easier now that the river was a stone's throw away. And with the spring warmth, you never had to wake up to frozen underwear.
  737. 737.
    >Between all of that and having a hot meal at the end of the day... things were honestly starting to feel normal again.
  738. 738.
    >Not normal in the way it felt back in Canterlot.
  739. 739.
    >But NORMAL. As in before the outbreak.
  740. 740.
    >It felt almost as if it never happened at all.
  741. 741.
    >You never told her yourself... but you remember the one and only morning, about a month before, where Scootaloo woke up in a daze and didn't remember where she was.
  742. 742.
    >She thought she was home, and that her parents were downstairs, making breakfast.
  743. 743.
    >She called you Mom.
  744. 744.
    >She doesn't remember a thing, and you occasionally laugh to yourself about it.
  745. 745.
    >But at the same time, you wonder where she'd be today if not for the pandemic.
  746. 746.
    >Or for you.
  747. 747.
    >But you're quick to drown out those thoughts—there was no point in dwelling on What Ifs.
  748. 748.
    >This far in, you're more occupied with making sure each day ends with a smile on that kid's face.
  749. 749.
    >Near the second half of the month, you took inventory of all the baking mix, sugar, and powdered milk you had left.
  750. 750.
    >More than enough for a second batch...
  751. 751.
     
  752. 752.
    __________
  753. 753.
     
  754. 754.
    MARCH 20
  755. 755.
     
  756. 756.
    >You woke up early today to get a headstart on breakfast. It was a little chilly outside, a first for so late in the month, but the fire did its job in warming you up just right.
  757. 757.
    >After about twenty minutes, two plates of beef hash, a couple slices of Spam, and peaches on the side sat neatly on the table.
  758. 758.
    >You didn't even need to wake up Scootaloo. The smell did it for you!
  759. 759.
    >While eating, you looked over a map of the town you managed to snag from the post office the day before. While you already had an idea of where everything was by now, it was best to get an overhead view of the place.
  760. 760.
    >At the same time, you thought about the cake you were gonna bake.
  761. 761.
    "Hey, Scoot?"
  762. 762.
     
  763. 763.
    >"Hmm...?" Scootaloo hummed, bits of beef hash and Spam still lodged between her lips.
  764. 764.
    "You wanna help me bake another cake after lunch?"
  765. 765.
    >Scootaloo tilted her head while swallowing her food.
  766. 766.
    >"What kinda cake?"
  767. 767.
    >You raised an eyebrow.
  768. 768.
    >And yet, at the same time, a smirk started to creep on your face.
  769. 769.
    "Don't you know what day it is?"
  770. 770.
    >Scootaloo's face contorted as she thought carefully.
  771. 771.
    >"Presidents' Day?"
  772. 772.
    "No."
  773. 773.
    >"Labor Day?"
  774. 774.
    "Almost there," you say jokingly.
  775. 775.
    >Scootaloo thinks even harder, and there's a part of you that's wondering if she's messing with you, or genuinely confused.
  776. 776.
    >"Oh! Partition Day, right?"
  777. 777.
    >... Yep, definitely conf-
  778. 778.
    >Wait, she might actually be right.
  779. 779.
    >But still...!
  780. 780.
    "Nope," you tell her.
  781. 781.
    >Scootaloo huffs and sticks out her tongue as she finishes her breakfast.
  782. 782.
    >"Ugh, dang it! I'll figure it out later."
  783. 783.
    >You just chuckle.
  784. 784.
    "If you say so. I'll let ya know when I start baking it, alright?"
  785. 785.
    >"Yuh-huh," Scootaloo answers, only half paying attention.
  786. 786.
    >She steps away from the table, thinking long and hard while heading towards the stairs.
  787. 787.
    >Grabbing the now empty plates, you walk over to the bin full of water, begin washing off the dishes, and you wait.
  788. 788.
    >And you wait...
  789. 789.
    >And you wait...
  790. 790.
    >And-
  791. 791.
    >"Oh fuck! Fuck! FuckfuckFUCK!"
  792. 792.
    >It takes all your willpower not to snicker so loud.
  793. 793.
    >But then Scootaloo runs into the kitchen, towards you, and immediately hugs you from behind.
  794. 794.
    >"Sorry, sorry, sorry, happy birthday, sorry, happy birthday, sorry..."
  795. 795.
    >You break into a laugh, then turn around and hug her.
  796. 796.
    "There ya go! You didn't know?"
  797. 797.
    >"No...!" she squeaked into your chest with embarrassment.
  798. 798.
    >Your hands pull her closer and you laugh hard for your voice to echo around the house.
  799. 799.
    >Scootaloo just holds you tighter.
  800. 800.
    >"God, I'm so stupid...!" she whined.
  801. 801.
    "It's alright," you utter between bouts of laughter, "it's alright!"
  802. 802.
    >Scootaloo doesn't move from her spot, so you reach down and smooch the top of her head.
  803. 803.
    "I'm not mad. You know that."
  804. 804.
    >"... Yeah..."
  805. 805.
    >And you really weren't.
  806. 806.
    >Hell, YOU nearly forgot.
  807. 807.
    >And between the traveling, the holidays, and her own birthday, a girl her age was bound to forget.
  808. 808.
    >It was nothing to be upset about.
  809. 809.
    >But it was really, REALLY funny.
  810. 810.
     
  811. 811.
    :::::
  812. 812.
     
  813. 813.
    >Today was your birthday.
  814. 814.
    >Today, you were twenty-one years old.
  815. 815.
    >Old enough to drink, even though it hardly mattered much anymore.
  816. 816.
    >But above all else... if nothing else... it meant that it's been a whole year since the world ended.
  817. 817.
    >You remember being in your college dorm, listening to the voicemail your dad sent you a couple days before—how he asked you how it felt knowing you were turning twenty soon.
  818. 818.
    >It took a few tries, but you were able to call him.
  819. 819.
    >He sounded worried, but seemingly hopeful that you'd be able to come home and see them for "spring break".
  820. 820.
    >That was the last time you ever talked to him, and your mother the day after.
  821. 821.
    >It got real quiet after that.
  822. 822.
     
  823. 823.
    >You spent your birthday alone, in the dark, watching the world burn.
  824. 824.
    >This time, you were baking a cake with Scootaloo.
  825. 825.
    >She never baked one before, but it wasn't all too difficult once you knew how to mix everything right.
  826. 826.
    >A couple hours after lunch, you and Scootaloo dug into the finished product—this time a mix of strawberry and vanilla frosting, coated with rainbow sprinkles, followed by a giant 21 sticking out of the center.
  827. 827.
    >And the 21 were edible chocolates!
  828. 828.
    >You didn't have any presents to open, nor did you really need any. Instead, like Scootaloo's birthday, you both watched movies in the theater room.
  829. 829.
    >Anything that tickled your fancy.
  830. 830.
    >Of course... that didn't last all too long...
  831. 831.
     
  832. 832.
    :::::
  833. 833.
     
  834. 834.
    >Twenty minutes into a random animated movie about dogs—or was it reindeer?—you and Scootaloo were making out on the couch.
  835. 835.
    >A kiss on the cheek here, a smooch on the forehead there, until eventually you were swapping each other's saliva, licking her lips and planting soft kisses on her neck.
  836. 836.
    >Scootaloo tugged on your shirt and rubbed her thighs, as she always did when it came to pass.
  837. 837.
    >As always, you kept your restraint, waiting for her to take things further. And even if she never did, kissing her was still more than enough.
  838. 838.
    >You felt her small hand gently rub your crotch, trying to stir you up downstairs.
  839. 839.
    >With Scootaloo, it never took too long.
  840. 840.
    >You began to tent beneath your jeans, and at first Scootaloo reached for your zipper, ready to let your little friend out.
  841. 841.
    >But then she stopped, a shaky breath leaving her throat.
  842. 842.
    "You okay?" you whispered to her.
  843. 843.
    >She nodded, but her body trembled softly. Definitely mixed signals, until she leaned up to your ear.
  844. 844.
    >"M-Meet me upstairs?"
  845. 845.
    >As she pulls away, you look at her. There's a hint of anxiety in her eyes—coupled with anticipation.
  846. 846.
    "Alright," you whisper back and nod.
  847. 847.
    >Scootaloo shakily gets up from the couch and disappears behind the doorway.
  848. 848.
    >After a few moments, you follow her upstairs, curious to know what she had planned.
  849. 849.
    >You approach the master bedroom and peer through the open doorway. Scootaloo is standing by the bed, her back towards you.
  850. 850.
    >As soon as you enter, she turns to face you—donning one of the most flustered smiles you'd ever seen from her.
  851. 851.
    >Then you looked down at her hands to see why.
  852. 852.
    >Her -cuffed- hands.
  853. 853.
    "What are you doing?" you ask her, raising an eyebrow.
  854. 854.
    >Scootaloo stammers, trying to answer.
  855. 855.
    >"I-I couldn't get you a-any presents... a-and I didn't know what else to give you, s-so..."
  856. 856.
    >She meekly raises her hands, emphasizing the handcuffs binding her wrists together.
  857. 857.
    >"H-Happy Birthday~"
  858. 858.
    >At first, you were confused, and it was easy for her to tell. She let out a shy huff.
  859. 859.
    >"I-I'm saying that... you know, if you WANT, since it's your birthday and all..."
  860. 860.
    >She looked up at you.
  861. 861.
    >"... You can do whatever you want to me."
  862. 862.
     
  863. 863.
    >You felt your breath catch in your throat.
  864. 864.
    >Then, after a few seconds, you let it go and approach her, taking her hands in yours.
  865. 865.
    "Scoot," you say with a smile, "you don't have to do that."
  866. 866.
    >Scootaloo looks away shyly.
  867. 867.
    >"I know... but... I want to, y'know? To make up for my birthday?"
  868. 868.
    >It takes you a moment to figure out what she referred to.
  869. 869.
    >What should've been a tender moment... painfully cut short.
  870. 870.
    "Hey, it's nothing to feel bad about," you say, squeezing her hands comfortably.
  871. 871.
    >But Scootaloo didn't seem convinced. Instead, she took a deep breath and stood firmly, even as her trembling body betrayed her confidence.
  872. 872.
    >"I wanna do this. It's your birthday, and I wanna make you happy. I promise I'll do everything you say. I'll suck, I'll swallow, I'll be a good girl. Okay?"
  873. 873.
    >You couldn't find the words at first.
  874. 874.
    >But you felt your cheeks begin to warm almost right away, your entire body coursing with newfound heat.
  875. 875.
    >Even below, you began to stir back to life.
  876. 876.
    >Deep down... the idea of her just giving herself to you was...
  877. 877.
    >Incredibly hot.
  878. 878.
    >You could do anything.
  879. 879.
    >She said so.
  880. 880.
    >But...
  881. 881.
    "Do you want this?"
  882. 882.
    >You look deep into her eyes as you ask the question.
  883. 883.
    >And she stares right back at you—and gives you a firm nod.
  884. 884.
    >"I want this."
  885. 885.
    >Her voice is soft, but you recognize her authority.
  886. 886.
    >And her authority was all you ever needed now.
  887. 887.
    >You lean in and kiss Scootaloo. She lets out a shaky breath, but is quick to return with equal fervor and a calm sigh from her nose.
  888. 888.
    >When you pull away, you lick at her lips, teasing her, and she whines as if begging you to come back.
  889. 889.
    >You bite your lip and stand up tall—Scootaloo's head goes no higher than your chest.
  890. 890.
    >She looks so small from up here.
  891. 891.
    >So fragile...
  892. 892.
    "You really wanna make up for it?" you ask her, getting into your newfound role.
  893. 893.
    >And she embraced her own with a nod.
  894. 894.
    >So you gently pushed her down by her shoulders, until she fell to her knees.
  895. 895.
    >Then, slowly, you unzipped your pants, undid the folds of your boxers, and pulled out your hard cock—inches from her waiting lips.
  896. 896.
    "Then work for it."
  897. 897.
    >And she did, like a good girl.
  898. 898.
    >Your cock disappeared into her mouth, over and over again. Her head swung back and forth, her moist throat lathering your shaft in a clear sheen.
  899. 899.
    >You leaned your head back and let out a deep groan of pleasure. Scootaloo gagged softly, but nonetheless maintained her steady rhythm.
  900. 900.
    >Just as she promised.
  901. 901.
    >Drool started to drip from your cock and accumulate onto her hoodie.
  902. 902.
    >So you pulled away and lifted her to her feet. Before she could ask what you were doing, you uncuffed her, then proceeded to pull her hoodie clean off, leaving her in nothing but her cargo jeans and socks.
  903. 903.
    >Her nipples were actually hard—and you couldn't resist giving one of them a little pinch.
  904. 904.
    >Scootaloo whimpered and clenched her legs together.
  905. 905.
    "Don't wanna make a mess now~" you tease her before pushing her back onto her knees.
  906. 906.
     
  907. 907.
    >She looks up at you with a playful glare and a bite of her lips... then giggles and gets back to work.
  908. 908.
    >She sucks your cock for several minutes, teasing the underbelly with her tongue and forcing herself to go as deep as she can before her gag reflex forces her back up. The young girl moans and breathes heavily through her nose.
  909. 909.
    >Still, she refused to let up.
  910. 910.
    >You rested one of your hands on her head, taking a clump of her hair in each hand, and pulled.
  911. 911.
    >Scootaloo grunted through her nose, but didn't break her rhythm.
  912. 912.
    >She did look up at you, wondering what you were doing.
  913. 913.
    >All she saw was your devilish smirk.
  914. 914.
    "Good girl."
  915. 915.
    >You began to thrust forward, in and out of her little mouth. She was taken by surprise, judging by the wideness of her eyes for a brief moment.
  916. 916.
    >But she didn't try to pull away from you. Instead, she sat there and let you fuck her throat.
  917. 917.
    >Like a good little girl.
  918. 918.
    >The only sound that echoed across the house was the wet slapping of your pelvis against Scootaloo's face.
  919. 919.
    >You were never too rough with her—if she seemed to tense up, you slowed down, and if she seemed to be doing more work than you, you took the reins.
  920. 920.
    >You never pushed any further than she could handle, but for what she -could-, she was taking it surprisingly well for her age.
  921. 921.
    >She did gag a couple times, but nothing worth throwing up over.
  922. 922.
    >You couldn't help but look down and just... watch it all happen.
  923. 923.
    >Your cock, going in and out of her mouth, tickling the back of her throat, and the buildup of saliva running down her chin, right onto her budding breasts.
  924. 924.
    >She would look up, and your eyes would meet for a moment.
  925. 925.
    >She'd just smile as best as she could and push herself deeper onto you.
  926. 926.
    >Another groan escaped your throat—and that's when you could feel the familiar buildup in your loins.
  927. 927.
    "Oh fuck..." you barely managed to squeak out.
  928. 928.
    >But Scootaloo heard, and so she went faster.
  929. 929.
    >She sucked your cock as fast as she could, the muscles in her neck starting to strain, and her throat getting sore.
  930. 930.
    >But she was a good girl. She wouldn't dare stop.
  931. 931.
    >That was until you pulled your cock out of her mouth with a loud POP!
  932. 932.
    >You started to trepidly jerk off, struggling to keep it together.
  933. 933.
    >Scootaloo opened her eyes and looked up confusingly at you, only to see you pumping your cock just inches away from her face.
  934. 934.
    >She was breathing heavily, sucking in air while maintaining her focus on your actions.
  935. 935.
    "K-Keep your mouth open, close your eyes," you shudder in a hushful tone.
  936. 936.
    >But Scootaloo heard you loud and clear, and did as she was told.
  937. 937.
    >Her mouth hung wide open, and her tongue stuck out as far as it could.
  938. 938.
    >She let out a soft moan in between breaths and inched herself closer to you—enough that she could practically smell what was coming.
  939. 939.
    >Her nipples were hard, and she was left salivating before you.
  940. 940.
     
  941. 941.
    >Little whines escaped her as she panted, and you didn't know how much of it was need for air, or need for you.
  942. 942.
    >And that made it all that much hotter.
  943. 943.
    >You teased her by slapping your tip on her tongue, watching her hungrily lap it up, fighting not to suck it.
  944. 944.
    >She cried softly.
  945. 945.
    >She begged.
  946. 946.
    >"Nonnyyyy..."
  947. 947.
    >And with that, you finally broke.
  948. 948.
    "NNGH...!"
  949. 949.
    >With every ounce of strength in your entire being, you unleash your load right onto Scootaloo's face. Thick ropes of cum shoot from your dip and drench her—forehead to chin.
  950. 950.
    >Strands and globs land in her hair, but either she didn't notice... or she didn't care.
  951. 951.
    >The young girl jolted in place at the sudden rush of cum, but otherwise stood perfectly still and let you coat her. Her mouth hung open, and a thick glob dripped from her upper lip right onto her tongue.
  952. 952.
    >You couldn't help it—for a moment, you aimed down and shot a load onto her chest. Not as thick, but enough to make a mark.
  953. 953.
    >Scootaloo shuddered and giggled, no doubt ticklish from the sensation of your fluids running down her bare body.
  954. 954.
    >The entire ordeal lasted ten seconds, but it felt like ten minutes by the time you were done.
  955. 955.
    >When it was over, you finally opened your eyes—not realizing you'd been squeezing them shut—and looked at your handiwork.
  956. 956.
    >Scootaloo's face was covered in cum, her purple hair was lightly stained, and droplets of seed dripped down the crook of her breasts. Her eyes were softly shut as a copious string of cum ran down her eye and cheek.
  957. 957.
    >She was utterly painted.
  958. 958.
    >And it was the hottest thing you'd ever seen.
  959. 959.
    >And maybe one of the cutest...
  960. 960.
    "Stay still," you say to Scootaloo.
  961. 961.
    >She simply nods and stays right where she is, while you weakly hobbled over to the night stand.
  962. 962.
    >You came back with the camera and pointed it at her.
  963. 963.
    "Smile~"
  964. 964.
    >Knowing immediately what you were doing, she squeaked and gave you a shy smile, letting her tongue barely stick out of her mouth.
  965. 965.
    *CLICK!*
  966. 966.
    >A second later, the moment was captured in a photograph.
  967. 967.
    >Well, a couple...
  968. 968.
    "Alright," you say as you put down the camera, "let's clean you off."
  969. 969.
    >"Hmm, I can get it..."
  970. 970.
    >She went to quick work scooping your seed from her body and face, and licking her fingers clean.
  971. 971.
    >Her hair would take at least a shampoo rinse to clean.
  972. 972.
    >You almost didn't want to clean her off...
  973. 973.
    >But of course, you weren't rude.
  974. 974.
    >A few minutes and a scrub of a towel later, the topless young girl was squeaky clean and sitting on the bed, gazing at the set of pictures you took of her just minutes before.
  975. 975.
    >"Wow..." she said almost amusingly. "Is that what I look like?"
  976. 976.
    >You sit next to her and raise an eyebrow.
  977. 977.
    "What, the cum or...?" you ask with a chuckle.
  978. 978.
    >"That AND the hair," she answers while running a hand through her messy hair.
  979. 979.
    >You just smirk and nod.
  980. 980.
    >"Man, I kinda look like shit. D'ya think you can cut my hair sometime?"
  981. 981.
    "Eh, I can try. Can't be that hard," you say with a shrug.
  982. 982.
     
  983. 983.
    >Scootaloo smiles at you and turns back to the picture in her hand—an overhead shot of her cum-drenched form.
  984. 984.
    >With a smile of your own, you take the picture and a marker, and write down a caption:
  985. 985.
    [SCOOT'S FIRST FACIAL ;)]
  986. 986.
    [3-20-24]
  987. 987.
    "There we go..." you say softly.
  988. 988.
    >Scootaloo smiles meekly and looks down.
  989. 989.
    >"S-So I did good...?"
  990. 990.
    >You lean in and kiss her for several moments, and comb your fingers through her hair, before pulling away.
  991. 991.
    "Always~"
  992. 992.
    >You can feel the sheer warmth radiating off her cheeks.
  993. 993.
    >She's so cute.
  994. 994.
    >"Y-You can do it whenever you want."
  995. 995.
    >It was hard not to bite your lip at the offer.
  996. 996.
    "And you're okay with that...?" you ask with a bit of firmness.
  997. 997.
    >Scootaloo nodded just as firm.
  998. 998.
    >"Always~"
  999. 999.
    >With another smile, you kiss her forehead and pull her close to you, and she returns the hug with equal fervor.
  1000. 1000.
    >"Happy birthday, Nonny."
  1001. 1001.
    >You hope she never stops calling you that.
  1002. 1002.
    "Thank you, Scoot."
  1003. 1003.
    >You share another kiss with Scootaloo, in the gentle glow of twilight.
  1004. 1004.
    >Of course, it wasn't the end of the night just yet.
  1005. 1005.
    >Of course, you returned the favor.
  1006. 1006.
    >Of course, you soon began kissing her neck, guiding her down to the bed, and...
  1007. 1007.
    >Well, you know how it usually goes...
  1008. 1008.
     
  1009. 1009.
    __________
  1010. 1010.
     
  1011. 1011.
    >Days pass, and you've long since embraced your routines.
  1012. 1012.
    >Most days were spent at the house, but you've reserved Fridays for target practice and laundry.
  1013. 1013.
    >You made more steady use of the fire pit in the backyard for warm meals, and the nights were still cool enough that any drinks left out were just chilly enough to be refreshing.
  1014. 1014.
    >Trips into town were not as frequent these days—you had much of everything you needed, tools aside.
  1015. 1015.
    >You made use of the downstairs toilet for your constitutionals, now that you had a constant source of water, but you made -careful- use above all. There was no telling how long the pipes would last.
  1016. 1016.
    >But it was better than the bucket.
  1017. 1017.
    >On top of everything... you finally started working on a garden!
  1018. 1018.
    >It was the most rudimentary set up—nothing but some logs for the foundation, but it was enough.
  1019. 1019.
    >You took a bag of carrot seeds you found back in Canterlot and planted a few close to the river bank, as well as some potato seeds.
  1020. 1020.
    >Of course, it would be weeks before you saw any meaningful progress, but now you had time for it.
  1021. 1021.
    >In any case, you and Scootaloo weren't running out of food anytime soon, especially in part due to what you could find in town.
  1022. 1022.
    >Apart from all of that...?
  1023. 1023.
    >You felt safe.
  1024. 1024.
    >And because of that, it got... boring.
  1025. 1025.
    >It wasn't as if you were going around looking for trouble, but it wasn't until the end of March that you truly realized how quiet things were.
  1026. 1026.
    >No crazy weather, not many animals...
  1027. 1027.
    >No people.
  1028. 1028.
    >It was both surreal, and serene.
  1029. 1029.
    >So why did that worry you?
  1030. 1030.
     
  1031. 1031.
    __________
  1032. 1032.
     
  1033. 1033.
    >You had to jinx it.
  1034. 1034.
    >With the last week of March, came a raging thunderstorm unlike anything you'd ever seen.
  1035. 1035.
    >At first, it was a light trickle, but the next day it was a blinding flurry of rainfall.
  1036. 1036.
    >Even from the bedroom window, you could hardly see twenty feet past the driveway by noon.
  1037. 1037.
    >There were few moments where it seemed to calm down, only to pick right back up half an hour later.
  1038. 1038.
    >It ruined any chance of you or Scootaloo going out for a stroll in the river.
  1039. 1039.
    >At least you did the laundry this weekend.
  1040. 1040.
    >But until the rain calmed down, you were stuck in the house.
  1041. 1041.
    >Today was a lazy day; Scootaloo was sound asleep on the bed upstairs, and you were taking basic inventory of your supplies.
  1042. 1042.
    >It was less about checking what was still good to eat, and more so keeping yourself occupied.
  1043. 1043.
    >There was a constant roar of thunder in the distance, and it was hard to focus on anything else.
  1044. 1044.
    >Finally, after twenty minutes of gazing at canned and boxed goods, you went into the living room and sat down on the couch.
  1045. 1045.
    >It was incredibly quiet throughout the home.
  1046. 1046.
    >In fact, it gave you time to think about your next course of action.
  1047. 1047.
    >The outside garden was decent—at least, if the storm doesn't destroy it—but you were curious how easy it would be to build a greenhouse.
  1048. 1048.
    >You imagine it's not easy.
  1049. 1049.
    >At all.
  1050. 1050.
    >But it would definitely help maintain the crops even once winter comes through... assuming you stayed here long enough to see the next snow.
  1051. 1051.
    >Boiling water was simple enough.
  1052. 1052.
    >Power was more of a concern than anything. The generators did wonders for individual items, but it would be nice to light up the whole damn house, if you so chose.
  1053. 1053.
    >Plus, preserving whatever harvest you manage to produce in the kitchen freezer would work wonders for the long game.
  1054. 1054.
    >A lot of medicine would expire in the next couple years, but bandages will be mighty plentiful by the next ten.
  1055. 1055.
    >And Scootaloo...
  1056. 1056.
    >Scootaloo...
  1057. 1057.
    >Would she be happy that far on?
  1058. 1058.
    >Sure, she's happy now, but she's only been with you five months. A lot can happen in a decade, and it might not be something you're okay with.
  1059. 1059.
    >Even if she can handle herself now...
  1060. 1060.
    >All you can do is hope that you're still there by that point.
  1061. 1061.
    >And that she still wants you to be.
  1062. 1062.
    *KRA-KOOOM!*
  1063. 1063.
    >A loud clash of thunder shakes the very foundation of the house.
  1064. 1064.
    >And yet Scootaloo didn't even wake up.
  1065. 1065.
    >You already checked her earlier, the last time there was a loud thunder clap.
  1066. 1066.
    >She's starting to snore loud—and you wonder if she snores over the thunder sometimes.
  1067. 1067.
    >Even after you manage to calm down, your heart is still racing. Your body warms up, amps up.
  1068. 1068.
    >It was the boredom more than anything. Sometimes, when there wasn't much of anything to do on a given day, there was always another option.
  1069. 1069.
    >But you weren't going to wake Scootaloo for this.
  1070. 1070.
    >But that's okay—the photo book always does just fine!
  1071. 1071.
     
  1072. 1072.
    __________
  1073. 1073.
     
  1074. 1074.
    DAYS LATER
  1075. 1075.
     
  1076. 1076.
    >You wake up in the middle of the night. A glance at your watch tells you it's a little after 2AM.
  1077. 1077.
    >The sound of thunder woke you up again.
  1078. 1078.
    >The rain hadn't let up. It eased, but you could count on your hands how many hours altogether that it calmed enough for you to go outside without getting wet.
  1079. 1079.
    >Meanwhile, Scootaloo was sleeping like a log.
  1080. 1080.
    >You're careful not to wake her, and get out of bed to look out the window. It was too dark to see anything when there wasn't a far off lightning strike.
  1081. 1081.
    >With a sigh, you lean against the window and listen to the gentle rainfall.
  1082. 1082.
    >It'd calmed down over the last two days, but you were certain everything you planted days earlier had drowned—not that they grew that much at all anyway.
  1083. 1083.
    >Whether they grew to be edible wasn't the concern, but whether you were doing it right. You had plenty of seeds to try again in the future, but you were more pressed on being able to grow a consistent garden.
  1084. 1084.
    >Water was easy to boil, but food had finesse to it.
  1085. 1085.
    >You still remember the first time your grandfather tried teaching you how to water plants. He was an Herbalist, and he always taught you the right and shortest way to satiate a plant's thirst.
  1086. 1086.
    >To him, that was the best way.
  1087. 1087.
    >And so when you accidentally flooded his garden, you were certain that was the wrong wa-
  1088. 1088.
    *BOOOOOM!*
  1089. 1089.
    >A deafening thunderclap, equated by a warm lightning strike, left your heart pounding, your ears ringing—and Scootaloo jolting up in bed with a scream.
  1090. 1090.
    >"WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK?!"
  1091. 1091.
    >The sound of a deep whistle filled your ears.
  1092. 1092.
    >The brief glow up in the sky gave you all the sight you needed to see.
  1093. 1093.
    >You didn't realize how fast you'd moved until you and Scootaloo were practically jumping through the bedroom door.
  1094. 1094.
    >A loud crashing sound rippled through the home, followed by the sudden rush of cold air, lukewarm rain droplets, and the howling of the midnight wind.
  1095. 1095.
    >Scootaloo was screaming into your chest, half asleep and confused out of her mind, wondering what the fuck just happened.
  1096. 1096.
    >All you heard was the rush of wind.
  1097. 1097.
    >You didn't waste time, you didn't ponder.
  1098. 1098.
    >You grabbed Scootaloo and got downstairs without another moment to spare.
  1099. 1099.
    >You were slightly wet, slightly cold, but also sweating and panicked. Your ears were ringing, and your heart was pounding, threatening to burst from your chest.
  1100. 1100.
    >You took the kid and ran into the bathroom in the middle of the home—no doubt one of the sturdiest rooms in the entire place.
  1101. 1101.
    >You shut the door, sat down in the corner with Scootaloo in your arms, and waited.
  1102. 1102.
    >And waited.
  1103. 1103.
    >And waited.
  1104. 1104.
    >And waited.
  1105. 1105.
    >By the time you finally got up, it was already morning—the sun was rising, and the storm had died only enough to scope the place out.
  1106. 1106.
    "Stay," you tell Scootaloo.
  1107. 1107.
    >"But-"
  1108. 1108.
    "STAY, Scoot."
  1109. 1109.
    >Scootaloo recoiled at your firm tone, but nodded nevertheless.
  1110. 1110.
    >You crept out of the bathroom and began to take a look around.
  1111. 1111.
     
  1112. 1112.
    >The majority of the downstairs was left relatively untouched, apart from a couple books that fell out of their bookcases.
  1113. 1113.
    >But the upstairs... it was completely destroyed.
  1114. 1114.
    >The entire upper floor was almost entirely crushed or collapsed. The hallway, the further down it you went, slowly contorted into a mesh of drywall, wood, steel, and glass.
  1115. 1115.
    >The master bedroom was a wreck—not as badly damaged as the rest, if you could believe it...
  1116. 1116.
    >But the bed was crushed underneath the body of a gigantic hemlock tree.
  1117. 1117.
    >You shuddered to yourself.
  1118. 1118.
    >If you woke up just a minute later...
  1119. 1119.
    >You shake off the thought and try to recover any belongings, anything that survived through the night.
  1120. 1120.
    >Fortunately, most of your belongings and supplies were downstairs, but you'd packed most of your clothes in the closet by the bathroom.
  1121. 1121.
    >It wasn't completely crushed by the tree, but there was a gaping hole in the ceiling, drenching everything in rainwater.
  1122. 1122.
    >There was really only one room to look at after the fact:
  1123. 1123.
    >Scootaloo's studio room.
  1124. 1124.
    >It was worse than the bedroom. The entire room was obliterated by the upper end of the tree.
  1125. 1125.
    >You couldn't even call it a room anymore.
  1126. 1126.
    >But what caught your eye was Scootaloo's laptop—the very same laptop you got her for Christmas—and the very same laptop where she actively wrote her stories.
  1127. 1127.
    >It was crumpled, nothing more than bits and bobs of electrical scrap littered all over the floor.
  1128. 1128.
    >You had no idea if anything was even salvageable.
  1129. 1129.
    >Still, you collected what you could and took it downstairs, trying to get it -and- you out of the rain.
  1130. 1130.
    >Scootaloo, having come out of the bathroom, took one look at the junk in your hands and immediately knew what you were holding.
  1131. 1131.
    >The heartbreak in her eyes...
  1132. 1132.
    >Nothing hurt more than that.
  1133. 1133.
    >You spent the rest of the day recovering what you could, and assessing the damage.
  1134. 1134.
    >By the time noon rolled around, water was already seeping into the theater. You'd long since taken everything out.
  1135. 1135.
    >The tree that came crashing into the home was massive, one of a few exceptions in the otherwise "short" forest.
  1136. 1136.
    >It had almost completely destroyed the entire second floor of the home with all of its might, leaving rainwater to freely flow down to the first floor, pooling in the foyer.
  1137. 1137.
    >You and Scootaloo slept in the downstairs bathroom that night—hoping you'd wake up the next day.
  1138. 1138.
    >With enough luck, you did, but as you watched the ruins of the home become wet with rain and dew, it became clear to you now that...
  1139. 1139.
    >You could no longer live here.
  1140. 1140.
    >You felt the dread rip right through you.
  1141. 1141.
    >All the progress you made—as little as there was—was for nothing.
  1142. 1142.
    >All the ideas you had bubbling in your head, all for nothing.
  1143. 1143.
    >What the fuck do you do now?
  1144. 1144.
     
  1145. 1145.
    __________
  1146. 1146.
     
  1147. 1147.
    >Leave.
  1148. 1148.
    >That was all you could do now.
  1149. 1149.
    >Just leave.
  1150. 1150.
    >You spent the early next day after packing up the truck with everything you had. By the time you slid the last box into the last open space in the back seat, the sun was at its highest in the April sky.
  1151. 1151.
    >You inspected the home one last time to be sure absolutely nothing was left behind. Sure enough, you had everything.
  1152. 1152.
    >Even though the house was cluttered with furniture from its last owner, it never felt so empty to you.
  1153. 1153.
    >It was sad. You were really hoping to make something here...
  1154. 1154.
    >You closed the front door for the last time, hopped into the truck with Scootaloo, and somberly drove off down the driveway.
  1155. 1155.
    >As you pulled into downtown Little Cedar, Scootaloo turned to you with a shaky breath.
  1156. 1156.
    >"Where are we gonna go...?"
  1157. 1157.
    >You nibbled on your cheek thinking about it as you stared down the empty roads of Main Street.
  1158. 1158.
    >After a moment of silence, you turned the nearest left and pulled into a quaint-looking residential neighborhood.
  1159. 1159.
    >You parked the truck inside the nearest garage and killed the engine, then sat back into your seat with a deep sigh through your nostrils.
  1160. 1160.
    "I'll figure it out," you simply tell Scootaloo.
  1161. 1161.
    >It wasn't the answer you wanted to give her, but it was enough an answer to ease her worries.
  1162. 1162.
    >Yours... not so much.
  1163. 1163.
    >A couple minutes later, you entered the home through the garage and settled the basics, a spot for food and water, and easy access to the gun.
  1164. 1164.
    >The house in question you'd already scouted the week before, so there were no surprises waiting for you in the next room.
  1165. 1165.
    >You spent the rest of the day keeping Scootaloo company, as well as plotting out your next move.
  1166. 1166.
    >Originally, you thought about leaving the whole damn place and trying again somewhere else.
  1167. 1167.
    >But this far ahead, you realized that was fucking stupid.
  1168. 1168.
    >This was a good area—far enough from civilization that any chance of other survivors finding you unless you -let them know- you were here was comically low.
  1169. 1169.
    >You had a natural water source a stone's throw away.
  1170. 1170.
    >And with the right amount of know-how, you could probably get the lights back on.
  1171. 1171.
    >You'd be an idiot to leave all that behind.
  1172. 1172.
    >And yet, at the same time, it was just as much of a concern.
  1173. 1173.
    >If anything happened to you, Scootaloo would be all alone.
  1174. 1174.
    >You'd been training her on how to defend herself, but that could only go so far.
  1175. 1175.
    >Even if you had the space to sustain yourself, there was still safety in numbers.
  1176. 1176.
    >What safety was a twenty-one year old man and a twelve year old girl worth?
  1177. 1177.
    >With a quiet trill, you take a sip of beer. It was old beer, probably sitting in a cooler for the past year, flat as all fucking sin.
  1178. 1178.
    >But it helped calm your nerves only enough to not wake Scootaloo, who'd been sleeping on the couch.
  1179. 1179.
    >It's well after sundown now. You've been weighing your choices for at least a couple hours, though never coming to any definitive conclusion.
  1180. 1180.
     
  1181. 1181.
    >The idea of never seeing another person again—other than Scootaloo, of course—wasn't a bad thing, but maintaining that for the rest of your lives?
  1182. 1182.
    >That was the tricky part.
  1183. 1183.
    >Your books would only take you so far, but it wasn't as if you were struggling right now.
  1184. 1184.
    >If you stayed here, food and water was easy... ish.
  1185. 1185.
    >Medicine, not so much.
  1186. 1186.
    >Some basic medicines you found in a medical book consisted of resources that weren't even native to this area of the country... or even the country as a whole.
  1187. 1187.
    >And you didn't exactly have the means to travel to a place like Connemara for... whatever the hell Yorkie Nettle is...
  1188. 1188.
    >Penicillin on the other hand-
  1189. 1189.
    >You stop.
  1190. 1190.
    >The roar of a distant engine is the first thing you hear.
  1191. 1191.
    >Immediately, you kill the electric lamp, shrouding the living room in darkness.
  1192. 1192.
    >Moments later, you see the headlights of a car pass by the window, its gasoline engine chugging as they travel down the road.
  1193. 1193.
    >You crawl over to the window and just barely peek outside.
  1194. 1194.
    >It's dark, but you can still make out a small yellow SUV, its rear end already facing you. A flashlight is sticking out the window as they shine the light at any passing homes.
  1195. 1195.
    >You hear muffled music playing, but can't make most of it out—something about getting high, it sounded like.
  1196. 1196.
    >Before you know it, the car drives off, not sticking around any longer than a mere twenty seconds.
  1197. 1197.
    >You wait until you hear the engine roaring off into the distance before letting out a sigh of relief.
  1198. 1198.
    >That was the first other living person you'd seen since the outbreak. If it were during the day, maybe it would've been a different feeling.
  1199. 1199.
    >Elation? Caution? Trepidation?
  1200. 1200.
    >But the middle of the night... that was a different moment altogether.
  1201. 1201.
    >It was harder to look them in the eye.
  1202. 1202.
    >The moment wasn't enough to wake Scootaloo—you were sure just knowing it happened at all would be enough to trigger her panic.
  1203. 1203.
    >So for now, you'd keep it to yourself.
  1204. 1204.
    >You waited another half hour before turning in for the night. You took Scootaloo to the nearest bedroom and laid with her until you joined her in sleep.
  1205. 1205.
     
  1206. 1206.
    __________
  1207. 1207.
     
  1208. 1208.
    >The next morning, you woke up to more rain. It wasn't as strong as the storm that felled the tree, but it left poor Scootaloo on edge until the skies cleared up later in the afternoon.
  1209. 1209.
    >Throughout the following couple days, you tuned into the radio, surfing through each individual channel and frequency that was allowed.
  1210. 1210.
    >Nothing but static, all except for a single EAS channel the government set up before the lights went out. You were a little amazed that it was still broadcasting a year later.
  1211. 1211.
    >But apart from that, there was nothing.
  1212. 1212.
    >No emergency signal.
  1213. 1213.
    >No government.
  1214. 1214.
    >No military.
  1215. 1215.
    >No help.
  1216. 1216.
    >Nothing.
  1217. 1217.
    >...
  1218. 1218.
    >... Well...
  1219. 1219.
    >That was until the sun went down.
  1220. 1220.
    >One evening, well after Scootaloo had gone to bed, you stayed up just a little longer, tuning into the radio and hoping for a glimpse of something.
  1221. 1221.
    >"... FZZT..."
  1222. 1222.
    >Someone.
  1223. 1223.
    >"... FZZT..."
  1224. 1224.
    >Anyone.
  1225. 1225.
    >"... FZZT..."
  1226. 1226.
    >Just say something.
  1227. 1227.
    >"... FZZZT.... FZZZT.... FZZZT*SAFE*FZZZT..."
  1228. 1228.
    >You freeze in place, just a centimeter from the dial.
  1229. 1229.
    >You don't dare to change the channel. Instead, you fumble with the antenna, pinching it to the east, then to the west, north, and south.
  1230. 1230.
    >And the very moment it pointed to the northeast, that's when the signal became crystal clear.
  1231. 1231.
    >"IF ANYONE IS OUT THERE, WE CAN PROVIDE SHELTER. WE ARE A GROWING COMMUNITY, FORTY STRONG. WE HAVE FOOD, WATER, AND MEDICINE. WE ARE [NOT] SICK. YOU CAN FIND US JUST OUTSIDE PRAIRIE CITY ON HARPER DRIVE. IT IS SAFE HERE. TODAY IS MARCH 30, 2024. WE WILL UPDATE THIS EVERY DAY. ALL ARE WELCOME!"
  1232. 1232.
    >"... SHELTER..."
  1233. 1233.
    >"... FORTY STRONG..."
  1234. 1234.
    >"... WE ARE [NOT] SICK..."
  1235. 1235.
    >"IT IS SAFE HERE."
  1236. 1236.
    >"ALL ARE WELCOME!"
  1237. 1237.
    >You sit there for a moment, staring at the radio—listening to the message repeat over and over again.
  1238. 1238.
    >It took half the time to find them on the map.
  1239. 1239.
    >Morning couldn't come fast enough.
  1240. 1240.
     
  1241. 1241.
    END OF PART 1

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