A Really Bad Story

by BleedingRaindrops


Love me, Scootaloo

It was a beautiful spring day in Ponyville. The flowers were growing, the birds were singing, the sun was shining, and need I even mention the bees and the trees. The white unicorn filly and her orange pegasus friend were playing happily in the park, bouncing a ball back and forth between them.

“Yay, this is fun,” said the pegasus, jumping up and down with glee.

“Yeah, we should do this more often,” the unicorn said.

“Where’s Apple Bloom?” one of them asked.

“I don’t know, but I wish she’d get here soon, we’ve been waiting all day,” the other one replied.

“Hi guys!” came the familiar southern twang of their earth pony friend.

“Apple Bloom!” Sweetie Belle yelled, running over to her, happily.

“What took you so long Apple Bloom?” Scootaloo asked, annoyed.

“Well, I was helping Applejack with apple bucking again. I guess I just got carried away.” She blushed.

“Well, that’s okay I guess. I mean, family does come first, right? Rarity makes me help her with the boutique sometimes; I understand completely.”

“Ugh, I can’t believe you guys,” the pegasus grunted, running off angrily.

“Scootaloo, wait!” Sweetie Belle called after her. “Don’t go.”

Scootaloo sped away on her scooter, anger churning. Why does she always have to be late?
As the orange pegasus filly sped along on her scooter with lightning speed, the wind whistling through her mane, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She looked up at Celestia’s sun, floating up there in the sky among the puffy white, fluffy little clouds. Man I wish I could fly.

She followed the trail along until it came to a ledge, high up on the mountainside. This is her favorite spot in the whole world. She could just stare up at the sky and forget about everything.

She spotted Rainbow Dash, soaring through the sky, bucking clouds, clearing the sky like she always did.

Scootaloo sighed. If only her wings could achieve flight, like Rainbow Dash. She looked down over the cliff. It was really high. Maybe if I just—The orange pegasus filly leaned out over the cliff side—a bit too far—and began to fall.

“Scootaloo WAIT!” came a familiar filly’s voice from behind her. Scootaloo twisted her head around just in time to see Sweetie Belle rushing up behind her, before disappearing over the side of the cliff. “NOOOOOO!”

Come on, stupid wings, fly! Scootaloo flapped for all she was worth, but her tiny wings would not hold her, and she plummeted towards the elusive landscape below. I may as well die then. She closed her eyes, and accepted her fate. A blurring flash rescued her just before she smashed into the hard ground beneath her.

“Huh? What?”

“Geez kid, what were you trying to do, kill yourself?”

“Rainbow Dash!”

When she was safely back on the ground, the cyan mare flew off, “Try not to fall off any more cliffs squirt.” before returning to her favorite cloud.

Scootaloo was sad then. Rainbow Dash had had to rescue her. She crawled home to her home outside of Ponyville, which was really just a hole in the ground under a large grassy hill. She dug it herself. Scootaloo sat and cried then for three days.

“Scootaloo, you there?” It was Sweetie Belle’s sweet voice again.

“Oh, hi, Sweetie Belle,” she said sadly.

“Are you alright, Scootaloo?” the unicorn filly asked.

“No.” Scootaloo replied. “I was just so angry yesterday. Apple Bloom is always late, and then I couldn’t fly, and I just want to end it all. I’ll never be able to fly. I don’t have a reason to keep on living.”

“Oh Scootaloo, don’t say that,” her friend consoled her. There was a long pause as the white unicorn struggled for something to say. “I could be your reason,” she finally said.

“Huh?” the orange pegasus looked up at her. Her unicorn friend stared dreamily into her eyes, cheeks turning red. “I-I’ve always liked you, Scoots. I just never found the courage to say it before. I don’t care about Applebloom. It could just be you and me.” She leaned closer.

Scootaloo’s mind was swimming. Was this for real? No. It couldn’t be. “You’re lying!” she said, angrily, running from the room. “You don’t love me.”

“No Scootaloo please, I mean it” Sweetie Bell called, tears streaming from her face. “Come back,” she called after her, but the orange filly was gone. “Please just love me.”

She tried to think where Scootaloo might have gone, and decided the old tree house must be it. Yes, that’s got to be it. She went to the tree house, and found Scoots lying curled up in the corner, crying.

“Go away,” the little pegasus said.

“No,” Sweetie belle said, moving closer. “I want to show you something.” Her horn began to glow

“Well I don’t want to see it.” Her friend said, clearly angry at her for some reason.

Sweetie Belle strained ever harder. “Oh, I think you do,” she said, lifting the beautiful orange filly off the ground with her magic.

“Wha-? Sweetie Belle.” The filly looked up, staring at Sweetie Belle, eyes wide. “What are you...?”

“I’ve been working on my magic, Scootaloo. I was going to use a levitation spell to make you feel like you’re flying, but you ran away.”

Scootaloo looked longingly at her. “Oh, come here, you,” she said, a tear beginning to escape her left eye. Scootaloo flapped her wings and Sweetie Belle allowed her to drift over to her, where they hugged. Sweetie Belle took a chance and kissed Scootaloo on the lips. Scootaloo, jerked back, shocked. “Huh? Sweetie Belle, what are you doing? What will everypony think?”

“I don’t care,” Sweetie Belle murmured as she gazed deeply into those two purple orbs alighting her fillyfriend’s beautiful, astonishing face. “I love you,” she said, kissing her again, and was surprised to find Scootaloo kissing her back.

“Okay, I love you too,” she said, and they both fell asleep together in each other’s hooves.