Fascinated by the strange ovid object, Scootaloo couldn’t help but being attracted to it. She didn’t know what it was, yet at the same time she felt, a strange familiarity, as if this was her destiny. She spproached the object, larger than her. Her body worked without her doing, natural instincts taking over. Scootaloo climbed the object, taking her place on top of it. This was her calling, her true nature. Not a pegasus, but a chicken, a sitting hen. This egg would be her offspring, her child and she would be the mother. Quietly, she caressed the egg and knew that there was only one thing left to say. “Brawk!”

that must of hurt

Scootaloo, did you-
 
Jesus, girl, it’s bigger than you!