//------------------------------// // Chapter 3: Magic? // Story: Scoota-who?! // by LunaScribbles //------------------------------// Focus your inner energy. Imagine holding it within your hooves. I read the words written on the old book. "Seems like one of those weird books in Kung Fu Hustle. I'm a horse, might as well give it a shot." I closed the book and put it down in front of me. I got up on all fours (it is still pretty lost to me on how I got used to walking like a horse in such a short time... now that I'm thinking about it, why haven't I noticed it before?) and then focused on a flower vase. I put out my han- I mean, hoof, and tried doing the force grab from Star Wars. "Focus your inner energy. Imagine holding it." I felt a surge coming out of my hoof, I saw a purple aura emanate from my hoof. I then looked at the vase and noticed that it also had the same aura. "Woah... That's awesome!" I raised my hoofs to the air in excitement, then noticed that I still haven't let go of the vase. The vase flew up in the air and shattered on the ceiling of the treehouse. The shards went everywhere, I then tried blocking with my arm- foreleg, whatever, hoping no shards of glass would ever go in my eye... (Traumatizing moment during my bike courier service. Crazy, right?) But instead of having lots of glass be stabbing me in certain parts of my body, the glass never got to me. I removed my foreleg from my eyes and saw that my hooves were glowing very brightly with the same purple aura, and a transparent dome of the same color surrounded me. "A forcefield? You've got to be kidding me. Is this fantasy, or science fiction?" I chuckled to myself, and sighed in relief that no glass would get this ass. The shards were everywhere. Somebody could get hurt. Well, I got magic, so I don't care if anybody gets hurt... Except for, of course, Carrie. Probably Craig too... God damn it, I'm reminding myself of them. "If I'm going to get back to Earth, I need to find God and tell Him to send me back." I say to myself. Applebloom yawned as she woke up on her bed, the light of Celestia's graceful sun shining upon her face. "G'mornin, Sweetie Belle." she greeted, but was met with no reply. She looked around the room to find that Sweetie Belle was not in the room. "Now ah' wonder where Sweetie went..." "Gosh dang it..." I muttered under my breath as paint splashed all over my fur. "This is going to take a long time to get off." I groaned as I kept painting. With my full magic concentration on the paintbrush, I carefully placed the tip on the surface, and-- "Hiya Sweetie Belle!" called out a familiar voice. "Gah!" startled by her calling, I dropped the paintbrush in the paint bucket which made a huge splash, making even more stains on my fur. "Oh come on!" "Heh, sorry." Applebloom apologized as she smirked. "So, watcha doin' paintin' Scootaloo's scooter?" "I'm giving it an artistic touch! What do you think?" Sweetie Belle said as she unveiled the work-in-progress scooter paintjob. The scooter, from its blue color, turned orange with purple flaming streaks, and Scootaloo's cutie mark as an emblem in the front of the scooter. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "Sweetie Belle! You could've done this instead of giving Scoots that book!" "Well, what can I say? I work better under pressure?" I bragged. "I reckon' we should show it to Scootaloo! Ah' think she's still studyin' on that book ya' gave her... To be honest, ah'm kinda' worried about her." "Well, same here Applebloom. I'm also doing this as an apology gift. She nearly fell off the clouds! Could you believe that?" I said out loud. "I'm just glad she's not hurt." Sleeping without dreams again, eh? That's a good thing if you're a man who needs to wake up very early. First thing you need to do in the morning is eat breakfast. Second thing is help your sister. Third is get the fuck to work. I've got no time for dreams... The only dream I care about is making Carrie's dream come true. I yawned and got myself up and started hazily walking towards the door. Heh, that's funny. I don't remember having doors taller than me. "OW!" I stepped on something sharp. "Ah shit! It wasn't a dream! I'm still a fucking horse!" My hoof was bleeding, a shard of broken glass was on my left hoof. "Ah, ah, fuck... I fucking hate glass." using my magical right hoof power, I levitated the glass shard out of my hoof. No matter how painful, I just needed to get that shit out. Pulling it slowly, the pain ever-so-slightly becoming sharper by the minute, I whimpered. I'm a fucking pussy when it comes to getting stabbed... Finally, I got the shard completely off my hoof. Now all I need is to get out of here, get bandages to stop the bleeding, and get out of this world! I slammed the door outwards and I quickly ran down the wooden slope, keeping my left hoof off of the ground. I then ran on a dirt path, hoping it'd lead me somewhere. Two figures then started coming to view. It's those two again... "S-Scootaloo?!" Sweetie Belle said, looking worried. "What happened?" I stopped on my tracks, turned around and looked at them. "N-nothing's wrong!" I stuttered. "And I'm not Scootaloo!" "Scootaloo! Are you bleeding?!" Applebloom shouted. Sweetie Belle's ears drooped down. I heard a quiet 'oh no' from her. "Yeah, so what if I am bleeding?" I growled at her. "I don't need your help. I just need bandages." Applebloom, looking smug, raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Well, good luck with that." "Applebloo-!" Sweetie Belle tried to object, but was quickly cut off by a yellow hoof blocking her mouth. "Go ahead, Scoots. We won't bother ya' no more." "Are you trying to do reverse psychology on me? Well, let me tell ya', it ain't gonna work!" I yelled. Applebloom raised both eyebrows, and smirked. "Does it hurt?" "Does what hurt?" "This." Applebloom said as she got some yellow liquid from... somewhere? And quickly splashed it on my wound. It stung like hell! "Agh, fuck!" "Hold still, Scootaloo!" Applebloom said as she untied the bow from her mane and quickly turned it into a makeshift bandage and wrapped it around my hoof. "There... Good thing I brewed up alcoholic cider during my potion practice." "FUCK!" still wincing from the pain. "You made alcoholic cider! Applebloom, you're just a filly!" Sweetie Belle said, looking shocked. "Relax, Sweetie Belle. Have you ever seen me be a lazy drunkard, spoutin' out lisps minute by minute? I use this alcoholic cider as an example. And thank Celestia I still had a batch. Alcohol's a good disinfectant." "I guess you're right." "AAAAAA!!"