Supper of Scootaloo Stew

by Lucky Dreams

Don't forget to add salt

Me and my adopted sis were on vacation in Trottingham, in her Aunt Gloom Cloud’s house. Great Aunt Gloom Cloud: old school teacher, and owner of twelve cats, three tortoises, and one loud-mouthed parrot. She was five times winner of the Get Off My Lawn Monthly ‘Grimmest Frown’ competition. She had a cane for a cutie mark. She had a scowl like a zillion detentions.

“Scoots,” hissed Rainbow Dash, nudging me as her Aunt left the living room. “Be cool, li’l sis. Behave.”

“Hay! What did I do?”

Rainbow laughed. “What did you do? Are you tellin’ me you didn’t stick your tongue out at my aunt’s back when she went to the kitchen just now?”

Whatever weirdo granny-food Aunt Gloom Cloud was cooking up, you bet your life that, right then, you could’ve roasted it off my cheeks. Though there was no way I was behaving the whole vacation. Not in the most boring house in the world.

Then she said, “I didn’t wanna tell you this… she eats naughty kids, ya know.”

She looked super-serious. So I said, “No she doesn’t! Quit lying.”

But Rainbow pointed past the grandfather clock and above the fireplace, to a whole lotta photos of fillies and colts. All of ’em were smiling, or playing, or being huggled by Aunt Gloom Cloud.

“All naughty,” sighed Rainbow. “All fidgety. All loud. All bad. All cooked.”

“No they weren’t. Stop it.”

But she didn’t. “Scoots,” she said, “I wouldn’t lie about this. It’s true. Dead true. Look, you see that li’l colt on the end there? Name was Coco Bean, and I never saw him without chocolate all around his mouth.”

“What happened to him?”

Rainbow’s gaze flicked to a bowl of candy on the table, next to our lemonade. “He kept leaving wrappers lying around. So Aunt whacked him on the head and stuck him in the oven and turned him into sweets. Those sweets, in fact.”

Then she said to me:

I’ve a bowl of pony sweets!
I’ve a load of pony treats:

Toffee, taffy, licky, happy,
Sticky, snappy,
Chewsome!

Gummy, runny, in my tummy,
Foal so yummy,
Juicesome!

Jelly, jolly, eyeball lolly,
Gruesome!
Gruesome!

Want some?

“Eww, no way,” I said, giggling, and this time I didn’t care that Rainbow saw me sticking out my tongue. “It’s not true. You’re lying.”

Rainbow shrugged. “Fine, you got me. I’m lying. But don’t complain when what happened to Fizzy Pop happens to you as well,” she said, pointing at a picture of a filly with a pink coat and a pink saddlebag, a pink bow in her mane, and the sunniest smile I ever saw. “Great galloping horse apples, Aunt Gloom Cloud did not like Fizzy.”

I hugged my knees on my chair, smirking at my big sis. “Why didn’t she like her?”

“Slurped her drinks, of course,” said Rainbow, before going:

Slurp she went, then burp and sup,
Disgusting drool all over her cup.
As for her dinner, as for her plates,
Disgusting girl never washed up.

“What did I tell you?” Aunt went one day.
“What did I warn you?
What did I say I would do if I saw you
Slurp and saw you glug?
Saw you dribble all over my mugs?
What do you say? How do you plead?
How d’you explain such a horrible deed?”

Naughty girl was full of soda,
Full of fizz and full of cola.
She tried feeling sorry; tried feeling shame.
A great nasty BUUURP instead was what came.

Slibber globber,
Slabber slobber,
Spittle spit,
Blobber.

Shower slosher,
Swig swiller,
Gargle gulp,
Slopper.

Swallow squirt,
Sop slupper,
Auntie’s mind was made:
And the very next day she served Foal-Lemonade.

“No she didn’t!” I yelled. But Rainbow was more serious than ever.

“Oh yes she did, and then she had all her friends round for a Fizzy Pop picnic. But d’you know what she said to Fizzy before turning her into soda?”

That’s the last you’ll swig,
The last you’ll slurp,
The last you’ll spit,
The last you’ll burp.”

And in a flash Aunt caught her;
To the vat Aunt sauntered:
Threw in some lemons,
Just a hint of melon,
Then pony-girl and water.

She added the sugar,
And wouldn’t you know it?
Fizzy felt dizzy,
Fizzy turned fizzy,
The very next day she was all in a tizzy.

She was Gone and Dissolved!
But no worry, no worry.

Not when she tastes
So sweet and so scrummy.

Rainbow sipped on her lemonade, and my stomach went cold. “It’s not true,” I told her. “You can’t scare me, Rainbow.”

“Okay, okay,” she said. “I lied again... sort of. Aunt didn’t turn them into food and drink – not all of ’em. Hay, did I ever tell you about Brass Gear? Best li’l inventor in all Equestria! Too bad that he broke into Aunt’s grandfather clock to figure out how it worked. Too bad he got caught.”

The clock struck six. Sure enough, there were scratch marks on the door, at just the right height for a little colt to have made…

Then Rainbow sang:

Hickory dickory dock,
Hit on the head with a block.
Tied and bound and twirled around,
And stuffed inside of the clock.

“The clock?” I said.

“Yes,” said Rainbow, “the clock, the clock!”

Tic toc, tic toc,
Counting down to twelve o’clock.
Then it was twelve,
Knock, knock, knock, knock:
Against his head struck the clock.
Thwack, thwock, thwack, thwock.

Tic toc, tic doc, hickory tockery toc.
Against his brains bashed the clock.

“I’ll be good! I’ll behave!
Please don’t send me to my grave!”

Tic toc, tic toc, tic tic toc.
The key to the clock was thrown astray:
Tic toc, put in a letter, tic toc, mailed away.
Taken on-board a postal train,
Never was seen again.

He was trapped! He was locked!
And slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly,
Knock by knock, thwack by thwock,
Tic toc, was turned into a clock.

“A clock?!” I said.

“Yes,” said Rainbow, “a clock, a clock!”

Hickory doc,
Brain of gears,
Hic tic doc.
Hair of brass,
Arms of steel:
Don’tcha know how cold that feels?

He spends his days now counting a lot.
Not much choice when stuck as a clock.

She pointed over her shoulder, and there was another clock there, a small one, and shaped like a pony.

“NO!” I went, grinning super-wide though feeling queasier than ever. “Stop it, Rainbow! Anyway, it doesn’t matter if I’m naughty. Aunt would have to catch me first.”

Rainbow shook her head. “Oh, she’ll catch you alright. Quick as a whip-crack, that one. And once she gets ya, SPASH. It’s right in the cauldron for you, li’l miss. Then she’ll get all her neighbours round for supper.”

“What joy,” (she’ll say). “I’ve a treat for you:
A lovely warm dinner of Scootaloo stew.

It’s sweet and delicious,
I’m so sinfully kind.
I left in the hooves,
I hope you don’t mind.
They’re my favourite parts!
Fun to bite and lick and gnaw,
Slaver and suck inside your jaw.

I threw in some spiders, their egg-sacs too,
Added some worms – don’t think me cruel.
The flavour’s delightful!
Give it a try:
Like sugar and spice, everything nice,
And great big heaps of great fat mice.

But wait: there’s more.
So much fun through my pantry door.

Earwigs and slugs and snails and tails,
Wasps and bugs and foul rotting quails.

I smooshed ’em together,
Made a wondrous paste—
Not one li’l bug did I think to waste.
I added some herbs, soaked ’em in water,
Threw in the pony (cut up to order).
Set up the table, filled up the bowls:
Slurp it all up, swallow her whole.

What fun! What joy! A tasty treat for you:
A lovely fresh dinner of Scootaloo stew.”

Just then, the real Aunt Gloom Cloud called from the kitchen. “Din-dins!” she said, and I jumped a foot in the air, but still Rainbow looked serious as ever. A moment later, Aunt came through the door with a tray with a big bowl on it, with the lid on. I was starving – starving, but wondering...

I looked at the sweets.

I looked at my drink.

I looked at the clock.

They made me all think – think of poor foals, boiled and eaten, or turned into drinks and clocks. But Rainbow had been joking, of course.

Right?

I mean, Aunt Gloom Cloud, cooking her own nieces and nephews? It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t, it couldn’t, it just couldn’t be...

It was as I thought this that Aunt put the tray on the table, smiled and said, “I hope you two are hungry. I’ve made you both a big helping of... Stew Surprise!”

She whipped away the lid, and—

Brown broth, steaming—

Bits of veggies, floating—

Me, screaming, screeching, “OH PLEASE, PLEASE DON’T EAT ME! I’LL BE GOOD! I’LL BEHAVE! I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY, JUST DON’T COOK ME!”

I don’t even care who knows it: I was shaking and my eyes were all wet, and I almost didn’t notice big sis biting her lip, or Aunt sighing at her and saying, “This is going to be good, isn’t it, Rainbow? Get talking.”

Comments

[Icy Shake]

This whole thing was hilarious. And though I don't think I ever had anything like that with family, I believe there were stories about some summer camps . . .

Poetry was beautiful, and mostly read very smoothly, but I find myself stumbling over the last line in this stanza, where I can't make the second was fit:

Naughty girl was full of soda,
Full of fizz and full of cola.
She tried feeling sorry; tried feeling shame.
A great nasty BUUURP was instead was what came.

[Blue Wolf]

6618454

Naughty girl was full of soda,

Full of fizz and full of cola.

She tried feeling sorry; she tried feeling shame.

A great nasty BUUURP, was instead was what came.

Try that.

[Georg]

Mmmmmmmm. Roast chicken. Yum.

[Lucky Dreams]

6618454 Thank you so much for the nice comment. I'm glad you enjoyed it

6618736 Changed!

6618804 The taste is heavenly

[Lucky Dreams]

6618865 It doesn't! It's just about Rainbow Dash winding her up

[Georg]

6618865 just a-salt and deep-fried batter-y.

[RainythePegasus_Archive]

I can imagine Rainbow Dash doing this. Nice rhyming btw.

[Philosophysics]

6618864 THIS IS ADORABLE!

[oddhack]

Beautiful. A pity that RD didn't have a chorus of Oompa-Loompas for the songs, though. And a top hat and bow tie.
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[Lucky Dreams]

6619002 Thanks!

6619637

6620155 Unfortunately, they were all on their cigarette break, and the top hat and bow tie were still in Rainbow's luggage. Still! It's the thought that counts.

[Philosophysics]

6621565 I love how Rainbow Dash messes with her.

[PresentPerfect]

Well, that was a certainly a thing what I did just read. @_@ My word.

[FanOfMostEverything]

It's like if Shel Silverstein wrote pony fiction. A wonderful bit of childhood terror. Thank you for it.

[Papa Dragon]

hilarious.
mother goose this dark would have been a treat

[_____________]

I don't like this despite it's oddity, I like this for it's oddity. You have a great knack for poetry. I'm definitely envious. )^3^(

[Trick Question]

This is very cute. I blame Bad Horse for bringing me here and somehow getting me to read it.

Rainbow coming up with rhymes on the spot seems a bit of a stretch for her character, but the story is great.

[TheJediMasterEd]

"Developed for television by Lauren Faust Shel Silverstein."

[Orbiting Kettle]

This was lovely and the poetry was cute and fun. And RD clearly planned this for a while (and isn't new to such shenanigans).

[Mr Extra]

6622470 He got you too?

Ah, Bad Horse. He's one bad, bad - um, horse.

Good story! Lots of fun!

[Suika999]

I'd like a bowl of Scootaloo Stew please!

[Lucky Dreams]

6622115 Oh dear, I appear to have broken PresentPerfect. Someone help me put him back together again

6622401 And thank you very much for commenting on it!

6622435 In my head, Mother Goose is so much darker than it actually is in real life. Probably has something to do with the illustrations in my old copy of it -- they used to really freak me out. I wish I could find it again.

6622437 Apart from a few times in uni, I never used to read or write poetry very much before doing poni fanfiction. It's one of the things I'm most grateful for from this site -- I would never have had any incentive to try it out or keep going with it. So I'm glad you enjoyed it

6622470 Yeah, I did wonder about that... honestly, I thought more people might call me out on it! I think it was the right decision in the end though.

[Lucky Dreams]

6622474 I would so totally watch My Little Pony as developed by Shel Silverstein

6622866 It's a shame I only thought about it after Halloween and not before. Maybe a sequel for next year?

6623169 I actually do this to my own younger siblings -- they think it's absolutely hysterical. They're violent little children, bless 'em.

6624258 Baddest horse that ever lived!

6624493 Nightmare Before Christmas? Oh man, I haven't seen that in soooooo long... I think a trip to Amazon is in order

6625404 Arrrg, all out sorry. Would Sweetie Belle soup be alright instead?

[Suika999]

6625639 Okay then, make it sweet please!

[Lucky Dreams]

6625647 Will do!

[Suika999]

6625667 YAY!!! SWEETIE BELLE STEW!!

[TheJediMasterEd]

6625639

I cannot link to the poem I want:
Poor Knighty would end up in Arkham.
But Google will give you the link that I can't
to The Devil and Billy Markham.

[Flutternight]

Not what I expected but it's hilareous.

[Nightmare mare]

I'm guessing Rainbow Dash has done this before

One of my new favorite Fan Fics

[Sirvanilla]

Definitely getting a Roald Dahl vibe from this, with just a dash of Shel Silverstein. Delightfully gruesome!

[Lurks-no-More]

RD = Roald Dahl?

Gruesomely delightful!

[Ida_99]

Why can't you click the Like button more than once!

[Lunae Lumen]

6622470

I'm just going to assume that RD stole the basic idea, then got some help from Zecora and Pinkie Pie.

[superfun]

Based on the description, I thought this was going to be a dark comedy that WOULD end with Scootaloo being turned into stew.
I'm SO glad I was wrong.

[Ardashir]

This is magnificent. Those rhymes remind me of the 'Little Willie' ones I read some time ago.

You know the type:

Willie poisoned father's tea,
He watched him die in agony.
Which prompted mother to ask, quite vexed;
'Really now, Will, what next?'

[PaulAsaran]

You can has review!

[Teraunce]

That was indeed some great dark comedy lol.

[Ghost Mike]

An oddball ghost happened across your fic and read it. Have a review!