By now, Scootaloo had indeed entered the town, and the stir she had caused was exponential. Citizens fled her massive hoof-steps, abandoning their homes as they realised just how futile it was for them to hide in there. Scootaloo playfully knocked the fleeing ponies over, like they were nothing more than cheap toys from a toyshop. Her hooves stomped in front of them, forcing them to quickly swerve around them, or for those that were less reactive, cause them to slam straight into her limb. She chuckled to herself; it was kind of cute in a way, watching them all try to flee to safety. Some would probably head straight to Canterlot and inform the Princesses, but what could they do? Except for tremble and accept Scootaloo as the new ruler of the land.
Alas, that would have to wait, her quarrel didn’t lie with the townsponies of Ponyville, and instead she felt that Diamond Tiara should get a more personal introduction to the new Scootaloo. She strolled through the streets, crushing apple carts, carriages, and even some ornate furniture as she went. Once outside of Ponyville, the road quietened down, the most damage that she could do was destroy the countryside, or wash her hoof in the lake and contaminate it. Diamond Tiara’s house lay just beyond the outskirts of Ponyville, most likely because they didn’t want to associate with the less wealthy people of Ponyville. Scootaloo could spot the shape of the house drawing closer from the distance, and with the massive legs that she possessed; she was there in no time at all.
Scootaloo stood at the bottom of Diamond Tiara’s garden, staring up the expansive area until her eyes came to rest on the house. Diamond Tiara lived in what essentially looked like an out of place mansion. It was like some mischievous unicorn had cast a spell on a section of Canterlot and teleported it right to this very spot. There was certainly no reason to have such a house this close to Ponyville, especially when it contrasted with the buildings of the town. It should have been dismantled long ago, but there were rules in place to stop that sort of thing happening, rules that unfortunately, favoured the rich. Scootaloo held onto that thought for a moment, she could easily tear it down, rules didn’t apply to her anymore, and her size would provide the relevant strength for the task. She stepped forward into the garden, squinting as she tried to peer through the windows. She sighed as she walked; it was blissful being in this position, and the power you felt was infinite. Everyone fled from you and those that remained would do anything to stay alive. Of course she wouldn’t be so cruel as to kill anyone; she needed to earn their trust, not rule by fear. Adult life was going to so much different that her childhood, that much was certain. She now stood tall and proud in front of the house, and finally her plan could be enacted.
She planted a hoof on either side of the roof, moving both of them around it in a clockwise motion. With each movement she gently pressed them into the building, crushing the wall inwards a little, separating it from the roof. As she was keeping hold of the roof, the structure was allowed to bend inwards, without collapsing in on itself. Once she’d pressed the circumference inwards, she lifted the roof up and cast it aside. The roof crumbled behind her, a cloud of dust billowing up from the impact zone. Scootaloo focused her attention of the inside of the house, where her eyes had just happened upon her prize. Sat in one of the upper bedrooms, sat Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, the former relaxing against her headboard, the latter looking upwards, a terrified look on her face. It was just as well that Scootaloo had decided on the slow approach to destroying the house, or else she might have missed this opportunity to flaunt her authority.
“Well well, look who we have here, if it isn’t Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, two of my favourite ponies…”
“Scootaloo? What in Celestia’s name happened to you/?” asked Silver Spoon.
“I grew up, but that isn’t important. How are you, Diamond Tiara? Still scared?” Scootaloo chuckled at her own comment.
“Just you wait, Scootaloo! In a few minutes you won’t be so cocky!” exploded Diamond Tiara, releasing all the pent up rage from their confrontation earlier.
“Oh pipe down; you don’t have the authority to talk to me like that with me anymore. I make the rules around here now, and you’re going to deal with it.”
Scootaloo reached into the now structurally unsafe building and plucked out the two, holding them up to her face. Silver Spoon held herself steady, whilst Diamond Tiara writhed and squirmed to be let free. It was a futile endeavour, but her loathing and jealousy towards Scootaloo kept her fighting on. Scootaloo held them away from the building, hoping that the lack of a softer landing zone would prompt her to cease and desist. Besides her preoccupation with getting Diamond Tiara to calm down a little, her thoughts also turned to what she could do with the fillies. Injuring them was already out of the question, but she couldn’t see a reason why she couldn’t make Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara her first worshippers. She’d get to find out what it was like to receive such attention. Day in and day out, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon received boundless adoration and affection, as if they were some sort of child superstar. Well now they were going to give some of the attention back, and it was going to be directed at Scootaloo. She reached down and placed them at her hooves, quickly shielding off any escape routes.
“Now, I want you to show me how honoured you are to be in my presence. Worship at my hooves and I’ll see about letting you go.”
Surprisingly, Silver Spoon didn’t object. Instead she bowed her head and stretched out her forelegs, raising them and lowering them periodically. Diamond Tiara however wasn’t going to be swayed so easily. She sat defiantly, grinding her teeth together, craning her neck so that she got a better view of Scootaloo’s face.
“You expect me to worship at your hooves? Hah! You should be worshipping at mine!”
“Fine, why don’t you make me?” replied Scootaloo, smugly.
“I told you, just wait and see you’ll get what’s coming to you!”
“Still sticking to by the whole ‘wait and see’ thing? Well I’d love to sit about and wait, but I have other ponies to visit, and I can’t trust you to stay here, can I?”
Scootaloo raised a hoof to her chin and scoured the rest of Diamond Tiara’s estate. She took particular interest in a couple of trees that she had felled on her entrance. Even Diamond Tiara’s swing set and drinking well were looking particularly useful. She reached forward and plucked the various items from the floor, laying them out in front of her. Within seconds she had begun to dismantle the swing set, laying out two long lines of rope next to the wreck. Balancing the tree onto her hoof, she took the rope and loosely wrapped it around the tree. Next she put the tree back down and made sure that the rope was securely fastened to the tree, leaving the other end hanging free. She grabbed Diamond Tiara first by one of her back legs, and with some difficulty wrapped her leg in the other end of the rope. Silver Spoon was next to get tied up, but Scootaloo rewarded her for complying with her orders by being a little less rough when tying her leg up.
Scootaloo then raised the rope above her muzzle, balancing it on the tip of her snout. She then crossed to the drinking well and peered down it. She couldn’t see the bottom, but she was certain that there was some water down there. They never fully drained these for the coming winter months, there was always some at the bottom that got frozen and would take a long time to thaw in the summer. She picked the tree up and hovered it over the well, waiting until Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon both swung over the hole, before she placed the tree down. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were now trapped within the well, or at least until Scootaloo came back and continued with them.
“I’ll see you later, maybe then you’ll have come to your senses and accepted your place by then.”
And with that she was off, trotting happily back to town, where she could continue with getting to know her subjects better. She made a mental note to herself to go and get Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon out of the well, or at least tell someone where they were. It felt amazing to finally get revenge on the bullies; it was like a great weight had been taken from her shoulders. She hoped that upon her return Diamond Tiara would be much more susceptible to her commands, it was no fun trying to work with someone as defiant as her.
In town, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, Applejack, raced over to Cheerilee’s home and rapped their hooves off the door. Unexpectedly, the door swung open off its own accord, revealing a frantic Cheerilee packing as much stuff as she could into a suitcase. She barely noticed the intrusion until she turned around to find the group standing there, gawking at her.
“What are you looking at? Haven’t you seen the mess outside?” she breathed.
“We know about that, Miss Cheerilee, an’ we need ya t’ come an’ help us fix it,” explained Apple Bloom. “But what are ya doin’ packin’ all ya stuff away?”
“Well I was uhm…never you mind about that, you were saying I could help?” she inquired.
“Well ah have a plan, but we need t’ see Twilight, an’ fast, before anythin’ else happens…” continued the filly.
“I still don’t see what I’m needed for…” replied a hesitant Cheerilee.
“Look, yer’ll jus’ have t’ trust me on this one, ah really don’ think ah have time t’ explain.”
“Fine, fine! Let’s just go, and hope that whatever solution you have will work,” replied Cheerilee as she brushed past the group, leaving her front door wide open as the group followed suit