Hunting and Hunted

Chapter 4

>Recounting your tale of escape, embellishing it here and there, like your landing when you jumped off the balcony, or how you rode the wagon down the street.

>"That’s amazing um..."

“Oh right, I never did tell you my name. I’m called Anonymous, but you can call me Anon."

>"My names Scootaloo, but I guess you already knew that"

>You nod, getting a look around the house

>Its rather small, and sparsely decorated. The furniture is a little ratty, but otherwise clean.

>"I guess we should head to bed, so we can get up and out of town tommorow"

“Yeah, but what do you mean we?”

>”Well, we are kind of in this together now, and besides, you told me that everypony thinks you are a monster, and I am going to help prove you aren't."

“We will *Yawn* discuss this in the morning, but for now can you show me where I will be sleeping?”

>Leading you to a room in the back, she opens the door revealing a small bedroom with a bed that would be barely big enough to fit you.

>"You will be sleeping here, while I use the couch in the living room."

>As she turns to leave, you scoop her up in your arms, and carry her, struggling, to the bed.

>"Hey, what are you doing?"

“Just because you owe me doesn't mean I am going to let you sleep on that ratty old couch while I am comfortable in your bed.”

>Setting her down, you bury her with the blankets, and step out.

“Good night, see you tomorrow.”

>Closing the door, you walk back to the living room and plop down on the small couch.

>Gonna be sore in the morning, ah well....

>Morning arrives earlier than you expected, and it is accompanied by a familiar feeling on your chest.

>Opening your eyes, you are greeted with a face full of purple and orange.

>Bringing a hand up, You tousle the mane, and gently shake its owner awake.

“Hey Scootaloo, its time to get up.”

>"Five more minutes dad...

>Reaching down, you slowly run your hand down her exposed stomach, making her legs twitch involuntarily.

>Suddenly her eyes snap open, and she begins flailing around, before falling off and landing in a pile on the ground.

“Scoots, you gotta stop falling off me, it can’t be good for you.”

>"If you stop ending up underneath me, I wouldn't have this problem now would I?"

>Laughing, you get up and stretch, your joints popping softly.

“I suppose that would help, wouldn't it. I'll make breakfast, then we can discuss your desire to come with me.”

>"Fine, though I doubt you can convince me not to go with you."

>The cupboards offer little in the way of food, so you make do with some bread and fruit.

“Looks like you really were planning on dying out there weren’t you...”

>"OF COURSE I WAS!! Do you not realize how much it sucks being not only a no talent blankflank, but a flightless pegasus as well...

“No I don’t but...”