Prompts from Ponies

by Sycamore

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The equestrian orphanage has a weird system. If a young filly or colt finds a place to live and has permission and the means to live there, they will allow the foal to live there (there are age restrictions of course). This causes some issues in the orphanage system. Many foals are left un-adopted because they are not realized to be orphaned by the community. Sometimes it is hard for the orphanage to keep track of the living standards and the foal itself, and sometimes these fillies and colts go hungry before the orphanage’s financial aid is received.

After years of living in the clubhouse, a certain orange filly has finally been caught in a lie through omission. Only two other fillies knew for sure that this orange filly had no parents. Sadly, they couldn’t help because they had pinkie promised to keep it a secret.

This secret was kept until one Hearth’s-Warming Eve, where a certain energetic pink mare found said orange mare eating from the garbage cans around Sugercube Corner.

“Hey, silly, get out of the trash!”

Frozen with fear, an orange Pegasus turns to see that she is caught ‘red hoofed’. As she runs away, she hears cries of “Stop!”, “Wait!” and even “Is that Scootaloo?”

When she finally thinks she is hidden, Scootaloo starts to relax. That was a bit too close.

Confused as to why Scootaloo was eating from the trash cans and not with her family, Pinkie Pie runs after her. She keeps her distance until the filly stops.

Cornering Scootaloo in the ally that was used as refuge, Pinkie asks decides that it is better to offer a warm place to talk instead of coming out and demanding an answer in the cold.

After sitting inside for a while, the young filly opened up and told Pinkie and the Cakes that her parents were lost in a fire and that she lived in the CMC clubhouse. With a gasp, all that was left of Pinkie was a mare-shaped puff of smoke and a swinging door as she flew out the door.

With concern written on everypony’s face, the Cakes offer Scootaloo a bed. Grateful, and tired, Scootaloo is asleep the second her head hits the pillow.

The next day, she awakes to find that she is in an unfamiliar room, in a bed (for once), and with a mare asleep in a chair across the room. It takes a second, but the feeling of being in a hospital is erased as the events of last night rush into her head. Grimacing that her well kept secret has been revealed, she looks back to the loudly snoring mare, finding exactly who she didn’t want to see.

It is obvious that Rainbow Dash knows, why else would she be sleeping in a chair across the room? Now her idol would not want to spend any time with her. Scootaloo had to leave now!

She carefully made her way from the bed to the door, seeming to step on every squeaky board that the floor contained. She was making it along, and it didn’t seem that anything was going to wake up Rainbow Dash, that was until an energetic ball of pink slammed through the door, launching Scootaloo from her place in front of the door into the wall across the room.

With a start, Rainbow shot up and crashed into the ceiling. With a double “OOF” coming from the two mares, and an “OOOW” They both got up and looked at the ball of death that disturbed the peacefulness in the room.

“Come on, everypony is waiting downstairs!” was the only answer the two got as Pinkie made her way down stairs.
With a shrug and some grumbling, Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash made their way down the stairs and into the sea of eyes that consisted of the Cakes, the elements of harmony, and the cutie mark crusaders. They were all sitting in a circle and there were a few spaces that were all throughout the group.

Scootaloo was overjoyed when her idol and bigger sister asked everyone to scoot down so that they would be sitting next to each other. She may have been wrong about losing her idol after all.

Nopony, except for the Cakes and Pinkie, knew why they were called to meet in this Hearth’s-Warming Day, only that something was wrong and that it included Scootaloo.

Clearly confused and interested at the same time, everypony wanted to ask, but nopony wanted to be the one to break the silence.

“Well, I guess you better tell us what it is we are her to know Scoots,” Rainbow simply stated as the conversation was going nowhere.

Knowing that she had her sister and her friends there to support her, Scootaloo started to tell her story, knowing that in the end she would find something that she hasn’t has for a long time: a real home.