//------------------------------// // Mean Streets. // Story: NEWCOMER: Little Loo! // by heavy weapons brony //------------------------------// Late november 1975 Scootaloo splashed through the puddles of the deep dark alleyways of Manehatten. It was dusky out and Scootaloo had grown tired of scavenging in the downtown districts, and after only finding some discarded Haymen noodles at the bottom of some take out boxes, she elected to just go home. If you could even call it a home, Scootaloo lived in an abandoned metal packing container in the old industrial park near the houston river. Scootaloo didn’t have any parents, her mother died in childbirth and her father died in the riots nearly a year ago. Scootaloo was 17 years old, never finished school and never had any special skills. Plus she was only 4,8 and 107 pounds, too small to get the rough, and unforgiving jobs that most people stuck in her position had. So Soots just lived on the streets, scavenging what she needed and just living out of everybody's way. Scootaloo rounded the corner to where her “Home” was when she noticed something wrong. Her belongings were strewn all over and torn to pieces, Scootaloo ran up the the pile of ripped up blankets and cardboard boxes at the mouth of the shipping container. She nelt down and began to cry, Somepony had come by and taken everything useful. This was her HOME, it was all she had. Scoots froze when through her sobbing she heard footsteps on either side of her.Before she could react, someone grabbed her my the scruff of her mold ridden hoodie. A Six foot beefy strong stallion lifted Scootaloo’s face to his, he was brown with a face full of scars and shotty tattoos, and his breath stunk of rotten fish as it slid over his set of grimey teeth. “Well well well, me and the boys found this little hoard and decided to see what was worth taking, we stopped to see what kind of mouse gathered this, i didn’t think a actual Mouse would show up” The Stallion said threateningly as two more stallions much like him stepped out of the shadows. “Hmm not that you would make much of a meal, but it’s been a while since we’ve had a meal” The Stallion landed a hard left hook on Scootaloos torso causing her to fall to the ground stunned. The Stallions gathered around the small scavenger and proceeded to bragge her with kicks and punches. Scootaloo curled into a little ball and took the beating. she had taken many beatings like this in her short life and was mostly used to it, she took the beating knowing full well the bullies would get bored and walk off, or they would kill her,tears swelled up in her eyes at the though, either way she didn't have to put up with this much longer. “Hey! Just what the hey do you guys think you’re doing” a old female voice said. The stallions stopped beating the filly and turned. Scootaloo removed her eyes and saw a weathered overweight elderly mare with a cane and a full shopping bag. The “lead” Stallion smiled and turned to his colleagues. The other to suppressed laughs while the “lead” one tried to talk to the mare. “Listen lady, this isn’t none of your business, and it doesn't have to be, so old lady just take your shopping home and forget this thing ever happened, Unless,” the Stallion cracked his knuckles “you want it to be your business.” The elderly mare started walking down the alleyway “ Oh it my business alright” The mare let go of her shopping bag “That hotshots like you go around” The mare dropped her cane “beating up innocent little fillies” the mare remover a large scarf that was covering her face “simply because you couldn’t land a real punch to save your lives” the elderly mare dropped the coat she was wearing and entered a a boxing battle stance. The Three Stallions were bursting with laughter when she entered the stance, so much they weren't ready for it when the mare slid forward and landed a powerful gut punch in his torso, leaving him open for a powerful uppercut, knocking him out. The next Stallion charged and landed a right hook on her jaw, The mare shook it off and countered with a one two to his cheeks, he wobbled as the mare cocked back a powerful jab and landed it on his nose finishing him off. the third and “lead” Stallion came forward and the two traded punches until he backed the mare into a corner, he then let loose a torrent of punched as the mare struggled to keep her guard up, She leaned forward and pushed the stallion back, then landed three quick jabs to his face, causing him to stagger, then she leaned far back and cocked back a uppercut farther back then Scootaloo could ever seen, time stood still for the second until the mare released a powerful uppercut to the Stallions jaw causing rainbows to fly everywhere and the stallion to shoot up into the air and shatter through second story warehouse window with a terrific CRASH! Scootaloo stared at amazement as the mare was stuck in a bending over position with a look of pain in her face and her hands grabbing her back. Scootaloo snapped out of her stupor when the mare asked her for something, “please, *Huff,....my cane,.....grrr,..hurry.” Scootaloo hopped up and fought through her aches to secure the cane, then she hobbled over to the mare with unwavering admiration. The mare snached it out of her hands and pushed down on it allowing her to straighten up her back with a sickening crack, “Woo,....haven't fought like in a long time, so, young one, where do you live i’ll make sure you get home” The Plump mare looked down at Scootaloo and smiled, Scootaloo gave her a look of embarrassment, then the elderly mare got the message as she looked into the shipping container and saw the collection of shredded blankets. The mare still smiled and looked down at the filly with a impressed smile. “Come’on young one, you can carry my shopping while we discuss something, it looks like you can really take a hit, i’ve been looking for someone like you for a long time.” Scootaloo smiled and picked up the mares shopping bag. “by the way, my name is Rainbow Dash.”