The next day...

You awake from your otherwise peaceful slumber to hear what sounds like Scootaloo crying. Rising up, you slowly rub your eyes as your mind breaks out of its post snoozing trance. Wails of cries ring in your ears, as you quickly don a fresh pair of boxers before hastily moving to Scootaloo's room. Bringing your hand up to the wooden door, you lightly tap on the faux cedar material. No response.

You call out, a tinge of worry for the mare. "Scootaloo, are you okay?"

The inquiry is met with more sobbing, at this point you are absolutely certain something is wrong. Turning the handle you enter the room to find Scootaloo hunched over the side of the bed, her head hanging, kept up by her feminine palms. She doesn't even turn towards you, just barks at you to leave her alone, striking guilt into you. You remember that Scootaloo has been in her room since last night, which slowly stirs feelings of empathy. Not once had you considered what was going through her head when you found her soaked in cum on the bathroom floor. She probably was heartbroken, ashamed and embarrassed at what she had done, concluding that you'd never forgive her. As you run your eyes along her back, you note that her usually chipper orange fur looks more washed out than normal.

Sitting down on the plush mattress next to the mare, you wrap your arm around the distraught Scootaloo, cooing words of encouragement. You watch as her naked form slowly relax as she looks up at you, tears still welling in her deep eyes. You've never actually had a chance to admire the girl's exquisite magenta corneas before, how they wrapped around the lush dark canvas of her pupils. It was like looking into a shimmering, hand-carved gemstone, as a beam flowed through its form, casting waves of lights dancing gracefully along the ceiling above. Feelings of cool relaxation sends tremors up your spine, never before had you really stopped and looked at the cascading beauty of a girl's eyes before, much less Scootaloo's. Yet now that you have, you don't want to break free from the moment, like a pleasurable dream that you wish would last forever.

Scootaloo just stops, her sobbing subsiding as she stares back at your face. With you she feels safe, protected, that even the most vicious storm could never tear you two apart. No words are needed, your gaze speaks novels worth of your feelings. A small smile blooms from her snout, as she realizes that you accept her for who she is, even with her quirks. Wrapping her arms around you, she pulls you in closer to her chest, letting your head rest on her soft bosom. Before resting her head above yours, as tears of joy rain down her cheeks, an adorable smile blooming across her face.

She lets out a soft sigh, happy to have found someone that accepts her in an otherwise judgmental world.

You know she loves you...

and you can't help but to love her too.

Author's Notes:

No sex for this chapter. Just a bit of romance. You went the paragon route because I said so. You wouldn't hurt a mare like Scootaloo, would you?