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This is a somewhat longer story that I had been meaning to write for a while now. But as my modem broke, I think I just had the time to actually write it.
I also finally refound the writing style I used to adore so much.
As you may have noticed, this is a story about Scootaloo and her search, for a special feeling of warmth.
I can not say how frequent it will be updated. Only that it is very slow paced for reasons and might be a tad longer than other things I will write.
Next: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8614849/
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The cool winter air tickled the foals noses, as she rushed down the icy road. The scooter seemed to fly over the ground, the buzz of her wings made it feel as if she was going much faster than she was. This, she thought, this is nearly as good as flying. Nearly.
Ponyville had been slow in the last weeks. Ponies hadn‘t gotten out as much as she had lately. Though, it was nothing unusual around this time of the year. Most were just trying to get over the feast they had at Hearths warming Eve, together with their familys. But Scootaloo had never been much of a family pony, nor have her parents ever been that fond of Hearths warming in first place. She mostly didn‘t even get a present, like most foals did.
But she didn‘t need that. She had her scooter, and that was all she needed. Well, that, and her friends.
Thinking about them, she lost herself in thoughts for a moment, as her wings proprelled her through the streets. She did visit the Apple family, as she usually did. But Applebloom wasn‘t allowed to come out to play. And she had just visited Sweetie Belle, but her parents said she was busy as well. That.. now that did make her wonder. They were never busy around this time. At least, they had never been. Until now.
A pink blur in her sight brought her thoughts back to the real world and she halted as abruptly as possible. As in her way, sat a Pinkie pie, smiling at her.
„Why are you looking so glum, Scootaloo?“
That was the only thing on the pink ponies mind? The foal had to instantly smile. But that wasn‘t something new. Pinkie managed to make anypony smile! And how glad she was, that she had found her. Or who had found whom here?
„Just a bit bored. My friends are all busy and can‘t crusade with me today...“
She still managed to keep up that smile. After all, she was talking to Pinkie. And she was sure, that no matter what problem, Pinkie would know the perfect solution. She always did!
„Aw, but that‘s how it is sometimes! Friends don‘t always have time to play. But hey, we are friends too! Maybe I can cheer you up!“
Yes, Pinkie always knew a way out.
~~~
The room smelled like candy. Sweet and warm. It mostly did. But Scootaloo was under the impression that it was even more intense as usual. Or maybe it was just Pinkie.
She had made some cookies, the chocolate chips still warm and molten, a big glass of warm chocolate milk with whipped cream and marshmallows topping it off. The perfect meal, to forget the snow and ice outside. While it had been chilly during her ride, here it was cozy and warm. Like it should feel like. In a home.
„Feeling happier now?“
Pinkie wrapped a warm, fluffy blanket around the foal, giving her a hug. Something about this was truely new, something though, felt like it was a feeling she should always have. She wanted to cry in joy. Almost.
Instead, she smiled brightly, enjoying her snack and the warmth that was surrounding her. Inside and out.
„Thank you, Pinkie.“
She knew that this wasn‘t all. That something else bugged the little Pegasus. Scootaloo knew that she knew. Alone the look she recieved could tell her that. Even though she was only a foal. The silence was only broken sometimes, by the sound of crackeling from the fireplace or the tip tap sound of Gummy walking about. It felt like she was just waiting for the foal to bring it up on her own. And wouldn‘t you believe it.
It worked.
„I wish I could feel like this at home too...“
Another hug was tightend gently around the foal. Not only that, but the embrace was followed by the warm, cheerfull smile that only Pinkie could offer. The world felt better already. She would be a good mother. Perhaps. Maybe a bit crazy at some times. But always there. Always happy. Always offering open hooves, for some warm hugs and cookies. Just there, when needed. She was always there.
„Life isn‘t easy Scootaloo. But that is why I smile! If you smile and are happy, you‘ll see how the world wants to hug you, as much as you want to hug it!“
Silly. Those words. But maybe true? What would it hurt, to smile more? It couldn‘t hurt. Never. A truthfully, well ment smile, was always something contagious. Like the one Pinkie possessed. Who knows. Maybe it would rub off on her? Just a little bit?
She was sure. The best bet, would be to smile. No matter what. Just smile, and see if it brings fortune.
„I‘ll try to smile more then!“
The approval that she recieved for those words just made it clear. She would smile. She would be happy. No matter how glum things would be, she would smile. No matter what. Nothing would get her down. Nothing.
She would be like Pinkie pie. And just smile.
~~~
Smiling wasn‘t that hard, once one got the hang of it. She thought about positiv things. Not that her friends were not here to play, but about what she could do until then, so that she would be able to tell them a tale, once they did have time.
Back out in the cold, she gave the Sugarcube corner and its wonderful warmth a last glance, before her wings set out into motion. Her stomach was full with all the goodies, making the feeling of home carry on with her.
There was a lot of silence though. The town was quiet. Far quieter, it appeared, than in the last years. That was, until she spotted Cheerilee. Their teacher was off for the holidays as well and appeared to be enjoying the silence. She must have had been at the market, as her saddlebags were nearly bursting with filling. If it was food.
However, a warm, bright smile was given to the Pegasus, as the plum colored pony had spotted her.
„Scootaloo! Nice to see you! I can see you are having a great holiday too!“
The smile. It was working! Pinkie had told the truth. Smile, recieve a smile in return and become happy. No matter how glum the situation appeared.
The foal gently stepped from her scooter, as it arrived near her teacher. And she did wonder, just whom Cheerilee actually spent her Hearths warming with.
„I‘m doing great! Did you have a nice Hearths warming eve, Miss Cheerilee?“
Ever since they had tried to bond Big Mac and Cheerilee, the question about whom she now called her special somepony had never been spoken. She didn‘t want to upset anypony, after all. Non of them did. However, her question had been so vague, that perhaps a hint would be given. If she was lucky. But she would be. She was smiling after all. Right?
„I did! I spent it with my family, and it was wonderful!“
The teacher though, rememberd that Scootaloo was not as fortunate, when it came to such things. However, no smile faded. Instead, one of the full saddlebags was opened, and a large, colorful pouch was lifted out and set in front of the foal. The smell that emitted from it, was not very unlike the one that she had witnessed just a few moments ago, at Pinkies.
Dry fruits. She loved dry fruits. She would recognize the tasty scent anywhere. And this bag was big enough to feed five foals from it.
A very generous gift.
„For me? Thank you, Miss Cheerilee!“
The smile that she had wore until now, turned into a truthfull one. She felt her heart skip a beat, now having the feeling of being welcome again. Of having a place to go to. Of a warm home. The second time today. She was truely lucky.
An entire pouch, so big, all for her. Sweet, tasty treats. Her favorites.
While Cheerilee was to make her way home, leaving Scootaloo with a warm smile and wave, the foal found a bench to rest upon. She heard voices. Near the market. Ponies, going their ways, buying supplies for the days to follow.
Her mind, locked on the thought of seeking out more ponies, to obtain the feeling again, blended out the fact that she was already halfway through with her sweets.
She wanted to feel it again. The kindness, the warmth. The feeling of being not only welcome, but wanted. Perhaps she would be lucky? What would a try hurt? It wouldn‘t hurt to try. No. It could never hurt.
Her hoof grabbed into emptyness. Her eyes wandered down to spot that she had eaten up the entire supply of treats. Enough to feed five foals. She had to admit, that her middle had grown. Feeling over it gently, it was still soft. Rubbing the buldge, for some strange reason, gave her a tingly sensation. Of warmth.
She smirked to herself. Silly, she thought.
Silly.
~~~
The market was alive. At least, it was the most alive spot in Ponyville today. Those that yelled to bring in customers. Those that bought. And one, that wanted to seek out ponies. To give a smile and get a hug.
Carefully she pushed her scooter, not wanting to bump into anypony. The smells varied from fresh vegetables, to warm tea that was given out to the freezing customers. Chatter, laughter, even a song in the distance could be heard. It was truely alive.
She wished she could visit here with her parents. That they would cuddle up into groups. Talk about things. Things that grown up ponies seem to like to talk about. It didn‘t matter. Just get out of the house. Sometimes. At least sometimes.
A foal, slightly smaller than her, was there with her parents. She had gotten a sweet. Her parents were smiling. Laughing. Talking to her. Just, having fun. She wished, that foal could be her.
„Scootaloo! Hey!“
Her attention was brought to a light blue-green pony. A song had stopped, five other ponies with songbooks, welcoming her with their smiles. And she herself hadn‘t even smiled this time. They had given her this on their own.
She only knew two of the ponies. The one wielding a lyre, that had led the song, Lyra Heartstrings. And one of those, that had sung, Bonbon. From what she knew, those two were very close friends. At least, she never rememberd seeing one of them alone.
If only she could have a friend, that was always there for her. They were lucky.
„Hey you guys. I liked the song!“
The lyre began to play, Lyra standing up on her hindlegs to twirl. She was remarkable. Able to stand up like that, with such ease. This little moment alone showed just how joyfull the pony had to be. With the now. Her life. Just everything.
It was as if it all had been magnified into this very single moment. She couldn‘t explain, how she knew this. Scootaloo just knew. Just like that. Her gaze admired the moment. Until words were spoken. Words that she had hoped to hear.
„Do you want to sing with us? Or maybe just watch a while?“
They wanted her to be there. How was she to say no? Was it not what she had looked for?
And indeed, she sung along with them. Smiling, sharing the songbook with Bonbon, while Lyra let a melody fill their hearts. She was not called Heartstrings for nothing. That was for sure.
And how many ponies stopped, to watch. How many smiled. Some foals pointed, bounced. Some danced. Every one that passed by, smiled. Every one was happy. And thus, Scootaloo was happy. It was warm again. Warm, all around her heart. Just how she wanted it to be.
Pinkie was right. She had to see what else there could be, to be happy. And smile.
They continued their song, until the sun had sunken low enough, to embrace the snowy market with light orange rays of light. It was getting late. The market was losing its life. Ponies were going home.
She would have to go home soon too. She didn‘t want to. It would mean to be without this new found feeling. An entire night long.
„Feel like having dinner with us?“
Bonbon gave her a gentle hug, as the song ended. Scootaloo wanted to pinch herself, to make sure this wasn‘t just a dream.
But it wasn‘t. She had been invited. The smile on her face grew wider than she knew was possible. The feeling would not have to end. Not now. Not yet. Her head nodded as quick as it would allow. How ever could she say no?
„I would love to! Thank you!“
~~~
The house was different. Not bad. But different. Very big, very comfortable. Very natural. Sweet herbs emitted their scents from the kitchen, the fire place even smelled far more like fresh wood, than she was used to. There were no chairs, but cushions. The tables were all big and round. The couch in the living room was just as round. Almost everything was. As if they feared corners.
It was truely different.
Bonbon was to make dinner, while Lyra led Scootaloo into the living room. Resting upon the couch, it was back. The feeling of a home. She wondered, if either of them might be good mothers. That thought had crossed her mind before this day.
„Chocolate?“
A small ball of chocolate, smelling minty fresh was offered to the foal. A bowl of these were even on the table. Together with some other sweets. Despite the fullness in her belly, she would not say no. It was chocolate, after all.
And good chocolate it was. Bonbon maybe even made these herself. The taste was divine, mouthwatering. Never before had she been given such a sweet sensation. She hadn‘t even noticed that she was leaning on to Lyra by now, being fed by her, one piece at the time. Each treat better than the one before. Her eyes closed. She smiled.
Yes, they would be great mothers. She felt at home here. That wonderfull feeling spread out through her entire body. The embrace of warmth. The feeling, of being welcome.
„I hope you two are hungry! Dinner is ready!“
As if the chocolate hadn‘t been the top, her nose was now busy trying to not be overwhelmed by the fascinating smells of the dinner that had been prepared. She wondered if Bonbon always made such dinners. The round kitchen table was filled with sweet salads, warm rosebuds and even pancakes, a tasty, sugarfrosted cake, rice with dandelions and even some baked goods that she had never seen before in her life.
She rested on one of the cushions. So soft, as if filled with clouds.
The first thought she had, was to try here and there. She was full, and did not want to overdo it.
Moments later however, she had feasted upon her third pancake and was enjoying a second portion of salad. Lyra had inspired her, as the mare did not seem to mind to eat like a queen, if it was served to her. Only Bonbon appeared to enjoy watching the two, more than she enjoyed the actual food. But who wouldn‘t? Given, that she had made the food, to make them happy.
It seemed just natural. It belonged this way.
This was how it was ment to be.
The evening had turned into night, as Scootaloo had finished her meal with a last drink of cold soda. As much as she wished to eat the last pancake and taste its wonderful softness on her tounge, together with the warm syrup, her stomach wouldn‘t allow it.
She had to leave it to Lyra, who appeared to be used to such servings.
But she didn‘t mind. This full, she felt so very wonderful. Like a little foal should feel. Well fed, in a place that she was welcome in, with warm faces around her.
As her eyes closed, the feeling of a warm hoof glided over the tightly filled middle, causing her to shudder. Not in a bad way. Just, it was unusual. It felt beyond godly, turning from a gentle belly rub, into a massage.
It was wierd, that she enjoyed this so much. At least, it was new.
Her parents never would have done this.
„I think she won‘t be going anywhere tonight. Lyra, I‘ll go tell her parents that she‘ll be staying the night here, okay?“
The only thing she rememberd, was being held in the embrace of a pony. Lyra had brought her to the couch and had snuggled up to her, covering themselves with a wonderfully warm blanket. The mare had eaten beyond limits as well. Scootaloo could feel the big stomach pressed against her. Every gurgle it made. Every little sound or movement within. Something about it was calming. She didn‘t know why, or what. Just that she was calm. Happy. At home.
As slumber layed itself upon her, her only wish was, that this feeling may never end. That each day would feel warm, just like this one.
Even though it had started as an icy, cold day.
She wished, that the warmth would always stay.
I also finally refound the writing style I used to adore so much.
As you may have noticed, this is a story about Scootaloo and her search, for a special feeling of warmth.
I can not say how frequent it will be updated. Only that it is very slow paced for reasons and might be a tad longer than other things I will write.
Next: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8614849/
___________________________________________
The cool winter air tickled the foals noses, as she rushed down the icy road. The scooter seemed to fly over the ground, the buzz of her wings made it feel as if she was going much faster than she was. This, she thought, this is nearly as good as flying. Nearly.
Ponyville had been slow in the last weeks. Ponies hadn‘t gotten out as much as she had lately. Though, it was nothing unusual around this time of the year. Most were just trying to get over the feast they had at Hearths warming Eve, together with their familys. But Scootaloo had never been much of a family pony, nor have her parents ever been that fond of Hearths warming in first place. She mostly didn‘t even get a present, like most foals did.
But she didn‘t need that. She had her scooter, and that was all she needed. Well, that, and her friends.
Thinking about them, she lost herself in thoughts for a moment, as her wings proprelled her through the streets. She did visit the Apple family, as she usually did. But Applebloom wasn‘t allowed to come out to play. And she had just visited Sweetie Belle, but her parents said she was busy as well. That.. now that did make her wonder. They were never busy around this time. At least, they had never been. Until now.
A pink blur in her sight brought her thoughts back to the real world and she halted as abruptly as possible. As in her way, sat a Pinkie pie, smiling at her.
„Why are you looking so glum, Scootaloo?“
That was the only thing on the pink ponies mind? The foal had to instantly smile. But that wasn‘t something new. Pinkie managed to make anypony smile! And how glad she was, that she had found her. Or who had found whom here?
„Just a bit bored. My friends are all busy and can‘t crusade with me today...“
She still managed to keep up that smile. After all, she was talking to Pinkie. And she was sure, that no matter what problem, Pinkie would know the perfect solution. She always did!
„Aw, but that‘s how it is sometimes! Friends don‘t always have time to play. But hey, we are friends too! Maybe I can cheer you up!“
Yes, Pinkie always knew a way out.
~~~
The room smelled like candy. Sweet and warm. It mostly did. But Scootaloo was under the impression that it was even more intense as usual. Or maybe it was just Pinkie.
She had made some cookies, the chocolate chips still warm and molten, a big glass of warm chocolate milk with whipped cream and marshmallows topping it off. The perfect meal, to forget the snow and ice outside. While it had been chilly during her ride, here it was cozy and warm. Like it should feel like. In a home.
„Feeling happier now?“
Pinkie wrapped a warm, fluffy blanket around the foal, giving her a hug. Something about this was truely new, something though, felt like it was a feeling she should always have. She wanted to cry in joy. Almost.
Instead, she smiled brightly, enjoying her snack and the warmth that was surrounding her. Inside and out.
„Thank you, Pinkie.“
She knew that this wasn‘t all. That something else bugged the little Pegasus. Scootaloo knew that she knew. Alone the look she recieved could tell her that. Even though she was only a foal. The silence was only broken sometimes, by the sound of crackeling from the fireplace or the tip tap sound of Gummy walking about. It felt like she was just waiting for the foal to bring it up on her own. And wouldn‘t you believe it.
It worked.
„I wish I could feel like this at home too...“
Another hug was tightend gently around the foal. Not only that, but the embrace was followed by the warm, cheerfull smile that only Pinkie could offer. The world felt better already. She would be a good mother. Perhaps. Maybe a bit crazy at some times. But always there. Always happy. Always offering open hooves, for some warm hugs and cookies. Just there, when needed. She was always there.
„Life isn‘t easy Scootaloo. But that is why I smile! If you smile and are happy, you‘ll see how the world wants to hug you, as much as you want to hug it!“
Silly. Those words. But maybe true? What would it hurt, to smile more? It couldn‘t hurt. Never. A truthfully, well ment smile, was always something contagious. Like the one Pinkie possessed. Who knows. Maybe it would rub off on her? Just a little bit?
She was sure. The best bet, would be to smile. No matter what. Just smile, and see if it brings fortune.
„I‘ll try to smile more then!“
The approval that she recieved for those words just made it clear. She would smile. She would be happy. No matter how glum things would be, she would smile. No matter what. Nothing would get her down. Nothing.
She would be like Pinkie pie. And just smile.
~~~
Smiling wasn‘t that hard, once one got the hang of it. She thought about positiv things. Not that her friends were not here to play, but about what she could do until then, so that she would be able to tell them a tale, once they did have time.
Back out in the cold, she gave the Sugarcube corner and its wonderful warmth a last glance, before her wings set out into motion. Her stomach was full with all the goodies, making the feeling of home carry on with her.
There was a lot of silence though. The town was quiet. Far quieter, it appeared, than in the last years. That was, until she spotted Cheerilee. Their teacher was off for the holidays as well and appeared to be enjoying the silence. She must have had been at the market, as her saddlebags were nearly bursting with filling. If it was food.
However, a warm, bright smile was given to the Pegasus, as the plum colored pony had spotted her.
„Scootaloo! Nice to see you! I can see you are having a great holiday too!“
The smile. It was working! Pinkie had told the truth. Smile, recieve a smile in return and become happy. No matter how glum the situation appeared.
The foal gently stepped from her scooter, as it arrived near her teacher. And she did wonder, just whom Cheerilee actually spent her Hearths warming with.
„I‘m doing great! Did you have a nice Hearths warming eve, Miss Cheerilee?“
Ever since they had tried to bond Big Mac and Cheerilee, the question about whom she now called her special somepony had never been spoken. She didn‘t want to upset anypony, after all. Non of them did. However, her question had been so vague, that perhaps a hint would be given. If she was lucky. But she would be. She was smiling after all. Right?
„I did! I spent it with my family, and it was wonderful!“
The teacher though, rememberd that Scootaloo was not as fortunate, when it came to such things. However, no smile faded. Instead, one of the full saddlebags was opened, and a large, colorful pouch was lifted out and set in front of the foal. The smell that emitted from it, was not very unlike the one that she had witnessed just a few moments ago, at Pinkies.
Dry fruits. She loved dry fruits. She would recognize the tasty scent anywhere. And this bag was big enough to feed five foals from it.
A very generous gift.
„For me? Thank you, Miss Cheerilee!“
The smile that she had wore until now, turned into a truthfull one. She felt her heart skip a beat, now having the feeling of being welcome again. Of having a place to go to. Of a warm home. The second time today. She was truely lucky.
An entire pouch, so big, all for her. Sweet, tasty treats. Her favorites.
While Cheerilee was to make her way home, leaving Scootaloo with a warm smile and wave, the foal found a bench to rest upon. She heard voices. Near the market. Ponies, going their ways, buying supplies for the days to follow.
Her mind, locked on the thought of seeking out more ponies, to obtain the feeling again, blended out the fact that she was already halfway through with her sweets.
She wanted to feel it again. The kindness, the warmth. The feeling of being not only welcome, but wanted. Perhaps she would be lucky? What would a try hurt? It wouldn‘t hurt to try. No. It could never hurt.
Her hoof grabbed into emptyness. Her eyes wandered down to spot that she had eaten up the entire supply of treats. Enough to feed five foals. She had to admit, that her middle had grown. Feeling over it gently, it was still soft. Rubbing the buldge, for some strange reason, gave her a tingly sensation. Of warmth.
She smirked to herself. Silly, she thought.
Silly.
~~~
The market was alive. At least, it was the most alive spot in Ponyville today. Those that yelled to bring in customers. Those that bought. And one, that wanted to seek out ponies. To give a smile and get a hug.
Carefully she pushed her scooter, not wanting to bump into anypony. The smells varied from fresh vegetables, to warm tea that was given out to the freezing customers. Chatter, laughter, even a song in the distance could be heard. It was truely alive.
She wished she could visit here with her parents. That they would cuddle up into groups. Talk about things. Things that grown up ponies seem to like to talk about. It didn‘t matter. Just get out of the house. Sometimes. At least sometimes.
A foal, slightly smaller than her, was there with her parents. She had gotten a sweet. Her parents were smiling. Laughing. Talking to her. Just, having fun. She wished, that foal could be her.
„Scootaloo! Hey!“
Her attention was brought to a light blue-green pony. A song had stopped, five other ponies with songbooks, welcoming her with their smiles. And she herself hadn‘t even smiled this time. They had given her this on their own.
She only knew two of the ponies. The one wielding a lyre, that had led the song, Lyra Heartstrings. And one of those, that had sung, Bonbon. From what she knew, those two were very close friends. At least, she never rememberd seeing one of them alone.
If only she could have a friend, that was always there for her. They were lucky.
„Hey you guys. I liked the song!“
The lyre began to play, Lyra standing up on her hindlegs to twirl. She was remarkable. Able to stand up like that, with such ease. This little moment alone showed just how joyfull the pony had to be. With the now. Her life. Just everything.
It was as if it all had been magnified into this very single moment. She couldn‘t explain, how she knew this. Scootaloo just knew. Just like that. Her gaze admired the moment. Until words were spoken. Words that she had hoped to hear.
„Do you want to sing with us? Or maybe just watch a while?“
They wanted her to be there. How was she to say no? Was it not what she had looked for?
And indeed, she sung along with them. Smiling, sharing the songbook with Bonbon, while Lyra let a melody fill their hearts. She was not called Heartstrings for nothing. That was for sure.
And how many ponies stopped, to watch. How many smiled. Some foals pointed, bounced. Some danced. Every one that passed by, smiled. Every one was happy. And thus, Scootaloo was happy. It was warm again. Warm, all around her heart. Just how she wanted it to be.
Pinkie was right. She had to see what else there could be, to be happy. And smile.
They continued their song, until the sun had sunken low enough, to embrace the snowy market with light orange rays of light. It was getting late. The market was losing its life. Ponies were going home.
She would have to go home soon too. She didn‘t want to. It would mean to be without this new found feeling. An entire night long.
„Feel like having dinner with us?“
Bonbon gave her a gentle hug, as the song ended. Scootaloo wanted to pinch herself, to make sure this wasn‘t just a dream.
But it wasn‘t. She had been invited. The smile on her face grew wider than she knew was possible. The feeling would not have to end. Not now. Not yet. Her head nodded as quick as it would allow. How ever could she say no?
„I would love to! Thank you!“
~~~
The house was different. Not bad. But different. Very big, very comfortable. Very natural. Sweet herbs emitted their scents from the kitchen, the fire place even smelled far more like fresh wood, than she was used to. There were no chairs, but cushions. The tables were all big and round. The couch in the living room was just as round. Almost everything was. As if they feared corners.
It was truely different.
Bonbon was to make dinner, while Lyra led Scootaloo into the living room. Resting upon the couch, it was back. The feeling of a home. She wondered, if either of them might be good mothers. That thought had crossed her mind before this day.
„Chocolate?“
A small ball of chocolate, smelling minty fresh was offered to the foal. A bowl of these were even on the table. Together with some other sweets. Despite the fullness in her belly, she would not say no. It was chocolate, after all.
And good chocolate it was. Bonbon maybe even made these herself. The taste was divine, mouthwatering. Never before had she been given such a sweet sensation. She hadn‘t even noticed that she was leaning on to Lyra by now, being fed by her, one piece at the time. Each treat better than the one before. Her eyes closed. She smiled.
Yes, they would be great mothers. She felt at home here. That wonderfull feeling spread out through her entire body. The embrace of warmth. The feeling, of being welcome.
„I hope you two are hungry! Dinner is ready!“
As if the chocolate hadn‘t been the top, her nose was now busy trying to not be overwhelmed by the fascinating smells of the dinner that had been prepared. She wondered if Bonbon always made such dinners. The round kitchen table was filled with sweet salads, warm rosebuds and even pancakes, a tasty, sugarfrosted cake, rice with dandelions and even some baked goods that she had never seen before in her life.
She rested on one of the cushions. So soft, as if filled with clouds.
The first thought she had, was to try here and there. She was full, and did not want to overdo it.
Moments later however, she had feasted upon her third pancake and was enjoying a second portion of salad. Lyra had inspired her, as the mare did not seem to mind to eat like a queen, if it was served to her. Only Bonbon appeared to enjoy watching the two, more than she enjoyed the actual food. But who wouldn‘t? Given, that she had made the food, to make them happy.
It seemed just natural. It belonged this way.
This was how it was ment to be.
The evening had turned into night, as Scootaloo had finished her meal with a last drink of cold soda. As much as she wished to eat the last pancake and taste its wonderful softness on her tounge, together with the warm syrup, her stomach wouldn‘t allow it.
She had to leave it to Lyra, who appeared to be used to such servings.
But she didn‘t mind. This full, she felt so very wonderful. Like a little foal should feel. Well fed, in a place that she was welcome in, with warm faces around her.
As her eyes closed, the feeling of a warm hoof glided over the tightly filled middle, causing her to shudder. Not in a bad way. Just, it was unusual. It felt beyond godly, turning from a gentle belly rub, into a massage.
It was wierd, that she enjoyed this so much. At least, it was new.
Her parents never would have done this.
„I think she won‘t be going anywhere tonight. Lyra, I‘ll go tell her parents that she‘ll be staying the night here, okay?“
The only thing she rememberd, was being held in the embrace of a pony. Lyra had brought her to the couch and had snuggled up to her, covering themselves with a wonderfully warm blanket. The mare had eaten beyond limits as well. Scootaloo could feel the big stomach pressed against her. Every gurgle it made. Every little sound or movement within. Something about it was calming. She didn‘t know why, or what. Just that she was calm. Happy. At home.
As slumber layed itself upon her, her only wish was, that this feeling may never end. That each day would feel warm, just like this one.
Even though it had started as an icy, cold day.
She wished, that the warmth would always stay.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Horse
Size 119 x 120px
File Size 36.2 kB
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