The aurora of god was all around me. Its brilliance made me cry. Only moments must have passed before I heard the voice.

“So you returned Littlepip.”

I turned my head to see Scootaloo giving a wicked grin. Her eyes were glowing red and green with violet smoke coming from them. A sparkling sword strapped to her back.

The mare was in the nude. Out of all the flash backs I seen her in this was the first time I could see her cutie mark. It was a butterfly the same colors as her mane and coat. Funny I thought it would be something different.

My hooves were firmly on some kind of asphalt platform. It stretched out a few hundred feet then dropped off into nothingness giving the area a floating island feel.

“Where am I?” I demanded.

“The top of the world,” Scootaloo replied, “The closest any pony has been to it since Luna was sane.”

“Nice and all but that doesn’t explain much,” I remarked before a felt a twinge in my stomach that made me wince.

“Are you feeling okay Littlepip?” Scootaloo asks.

“Just a cramp,” I answered.

“Really now?” Scootaloo raises an eye brow, “As you may know what’s above us goes by different names. God, Bible, Akashic Codex, Nirvana Core is my favorite. But what it is? It’s knowledge, The place where dreams come from. Even the dreams of supreme sleep.”

“You’re saying that thing up there is like the source for heaven.”

“And Hell,” Scootaloo nods her head, “Dreams can be so real that you can’t tell the difference between the dream and real. Heck how do you know that real is real?”

Why is she monologuing?

“You set some rules, Like needing to eat and drink and of course the need to fornicate and a little death who would know the difference?” Scootaloo adds.

“You’re saying you made Silent Ponyville somehow,” I point out, “But how is this possible?”

The cramping in my gut continued but it wasn’t as bad as it was.

“To start out we Equestrians may have been peaceful war free society. Other races were not,” Scootaloo explains, “Zebra are a good example. Not to say the truth of Hearts Warming Eve didn’t have a little blood spilt. But there are parts of the Zebra Empire that had it bad. I never truly understood rape until I came across a decimated village in the tribal lands. Those bastards would remove their victim’s udders as trophies.”

“War never changes,” I remarked sadly.

Scootaloo reins in her emotions. “But I’m getting a head of myself before the founding of my Red Racer company I wanted to be a Wonderbolt like Rainbow Dash. Equestria received its first arms from the Griffon Kingdoms. We gave some to the Zebras that supported us. I was part of the envoy that gave them the guns. When the guns got into the wrong hooves I quit.”

I winced again, My stomach starting to feel bloated and it was grabbling.

“Strange bullets are a lot like butterflies,” Scootaloo went on looking at her cutie mark. “You know what they say about the wings of a butterfly and the chaos effect. Bullets are much the same. Although in my mind the butterfly represents the unforeseeable consequences, well bullets represents the foreseeable ones. And yes I know how awesome it is that I have a chaos cutie mark. But I have to admit I was disappointed at first. I screamed, “I didn’t want to be like Fluttershy,”.” Scootaloo laughs.

Foooot!

I blushed red,

“Did you just…” Scootaloo starts to say.

“Sorry, I told you I was having stomach problems,” I interrupted as I tried my best to clinch my sphincter.

Scootaloo waves the offending order way with her hoof. “Anyway I couldn’t take it anymore and had myself issued a discharge. I wanted to do something good. I founded Red Racer for the children. But my nightmares persisted. I heard stories of an experiment by Twilight Sparkle that cure those of their nightmares. This was before the ministries were founded so I could just find the spell by sneaking into the Ponyville Library’s back room. I had Sweetie Bell cast the spell. The place I found myself, the files said it was called Silent Ponyville. Luna herself had to go and save me.”

“Cute,” I teased.

“Little Horn happened,” Scootaloo said coldly. “Celestia in her goddess damned wisdom put Luna in charge of our country. It was the Zebra hatred of her why Little Horn happened. But those bitches had their pride and perceptions to worry about. Fearing the people removing her from power Luna starts a smear campaign against the Zebra. All the time hiding the fact the war wouldn’t end because of her taking power.”

Puk! Foot!

“Oh no,” I cried.

Scooteloo made a deadpan face, “If you need to use the restroom you can.”

I franticly look around at the flat and limited landscape. “Where do I poo! Where do I poo!”

“Run out that way!” Scootaloo points.

I took off running with each movement of my thigh muscles a loud “Fooot” popped out. I soon found myself shitting as I ran. After stopping to finish I swiped all the loose bits away with a wag of my tail. My body was feeling heavier than normal and my leg was cramping up.

“Are you finished?” Scootaloo asks as she lands near me.

I felt and looked sick. Scootaloo cringes at my pale face.

“One day I got a hold of some Zebra research recovered from a black op,” The mare continued, “It was about the afterlife and dream worlds. The text showed me how to manipulate it and even share dreams along with other possibilities that allowed be to do what King Sombra did to the Crystal Empire”

Suddenly I barfed on the orange mare’s front hooves.

“You poisoned me you bitch,” I shouted wiping the vile from my mouth.

“You’re not poisoned I assure you,” Scootaloo said smugly.

I let loose a yell as my ribs crack. “It feels like something is growing in side me!” I screamed.

“And god told Neighbraham your wife who is barren shall bare you a son.” Scootaloo quotes.

“I’m pregnant? How?” I said in shock.

“How is irrelevant,” Scootaloo told me, “There’s been hints that this might be an outcome. Why is the better question.”

“Why? You mean why me?” I groaned in pain.

“Yes, your here at this spot partly due to luck and partly due to breeding,” Scootaloo looks up at the Bible, “It’s reacting to your presence.”

“That thing chose this to happen to me?” I snapped.

“Some can connect to the Nirvana Core better than others. The best are those who are gods or have gods blood in them,” Scootaloo answered.

“I-I’m related to Luna?” I said in shock, “That makes my actions over the last few days a little more disgusting.”

“Being an immortal goddess she left offspring in the care of others,” Scootaloo replied. “People she trust, like Sweetie Bell or Applejack. So of course it would have gone into the Stable.”

“Why am I pregnant!” I growled.

“You know what it takes to make a god? A new god?” Scootaloo remarks, “I tried so many experiments. Tried to get the right combo. I even ripped Luna's soul apart. Then the reincarnation of her soul mate appears. Only that but one of their blood. To somehow combine her with a piece of Luna’s existing soul. That new life has to come somehow?”

“Ahhhh!” I scream as my body contracts. With a push light emits from my rear. In moments an Alicorn of light my size blossom from me.

Scootaloo stabs the Alicorn with her sword. The blade goes through the being sticking out her chest.

“NO!”
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To be continued
12.2: Bad Ending
12.3: Good Ending
12.4: Never Ending