Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were walking towards Carousel Boutique when they saw a large crowd had gathered in front of the shop. Nodding towards it, Scootaloo glanced over at Sweetie Belle, her eyebrow raised. “What’s going on over there?” she asked.
Sweetie Belle shrugged. “Beats me. Rarity doesn’t usually get this many customers.”
“Yeah, I’ve always wondered about that,” Scootaloo said, suddenly thoughtful. “She’s clearly still in business, but I’ve never seen a single pony buy anything from her… like, ever.”
“Rarity is, well.” Sweetie Belle paused, bringing a hoof to her chin. “What’s the word? Hmm, let’s just say that selling dresses isn’t her only means of making money.”
“Whoa,” Scootaloo breathed. “I didn’t know she was a, y’know…”
Sweetie Belle gave Scootaloo a weird look, then laughed. “No, no, it’s nothing like that. Anyway, let’s go see what’s going on.” She took Scootaloo by the hoof and led her towards the crowd, which, even as they approached, was growing in size by the minute. Working their way into the mass, and ever closer to the front, Sweetie Belle muttered something under her breath.
“What was that?” asked Scootaloo, trying to keep up with Sweetie Belle as she dove further into the crowd.
“Huh? Oh, nothing. It was just—”
“You get a dress! You get a dress! You get a dress! Everypony gets a dress!” shouted Rarity from the pulpit she was standing on, a crazed look in her eye as she twirled around, throwing spools of thread left and right.
Scootaloo squeezed past a particularly fat pony, and popped out next to Sweetie Belle. “Uhh, so what’s she doing?”
Sweetie Belle just shook her head. “Guess Rarity’s having one of her episodes,” she said, rolling her eyes. “We’ll just come back later. She’s gonna need more than a bit of blood for this one it looks like.”
“A bit of blood?”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Sweetie Belle, patting Scootaloo reassuringly on the head. “You’ll see.”
“Rarity!” Sweetie Belle called, throwing open the door to Carousel Boutique and strolling inside like she was the sister of the pony who owned the place, which, incidentally, she was. “I brought Scootaloo with me for you know what.”
“You know what?” asked Scootaloo as she followed Sweetie Belle inside.
Scootaloo didn’t have her question answered, at least not right then, because at that moment Rarity waltzed into the room, an absurdly large hat perched precariously atop her head, and a long, flowing dress trailing behind her. The garb, macabre though it was, being all black and trimmed with lace, was rather comical to Scootaloo who thought Rarity looked more ridiculous than she usually did.
“Ah! You’re just in time,” said Rarity, quickly scurrying across the room, her outfit snagging on something more than once. “Did you bring everything?”
Sweetie Belle nodded, producing a series of items from her bag. “Let’s see, I’ve got a bed of fire ants, three snake skulls, two liters of shark’s milk, a pile of dried leaves, and, oh yeah, this week-old crow,” she said, pulling out a dead crow by its legs.
Rarity pranced about on her hooves. “Lovely. And did you bring the things for the ritual as well?”
“Mhmm,” Sweetie replied, extracting rag from her pack.
“Excellent. You can put those other things aside for now. I’ll make my dinner later.” Rarity approached Scootaloo, placing her hoof on her head, seeming to measure something with a careful eye. “Yes, I think you’ll do nicely.”
Scootaloo glanced around awkwardly. “Uhh, so, kinda starting to worry a bit. What’s the rag for?”
Rarity chuckled, picking up the slightly damp piece of cloth. “Oh, it’s just for—” She lunged suddenly at Scootaloo, holding the cloth over her mouth. Within seconds, Scootaloo’s world went dark, and she fell unconscious.
When she woke next, she was strapped to a wooden structure, suspended over a pit of lava in what looked like Rarity’s basement. Still groggy from whatever was in the rag, Scootaloo watched Rarity and Sweetie Belle approach her.
“Wha’s… wha’s happenin’?” she asked sleepily.
Rarity waved her hoof dismissively. “Oh, it’s just a little thing I do every so often. See, it’s not easy making all these dresses all the time for no profit. Sometimes I have to enlist a bit of… outside help.”
Scootaloo merely lolled her head to the side in response.
“Well anyway,” continued Rarity, “long story short, I made a pact with the blood god Xochiquétzal, and I just need to offer a sacrifice every 52 weeks to keep my unnatural talent. It’s a pretty good deal, actually.”
At the mention of ‘sacrifice’, Scootaloo’s ears perked up, and she forced herself into wakefulness. “Why me, though?”
Sweetie Belle shrugged. “Apparently you can’t die, soooooooo…”
“It still freakin’ hurts!”
“Nonsense,” said Rarity with a light-hearted chuckle. “You won’t feel a thing. I promise it’ll be quick and painless. Now then, let’s get started.” She glanced down at Sweetie Belle, giving her a nod. Sweetie Belle nodded back, and the two sisters approached Scootaloo while she struggled against her bindings.
As they got closer, they began to chant in unison. “Kaaaaaaliiiii Ma. Kaaaaaaliiiii Ma.”
Scootaloo groaned. “Ugh… This again.”
A second later, Rarity was reaching her hoof out, pressing it against Scootaloo’s breast, chanting louder and louder until she’d finally pushed her hoof through the filly’s chest and grasped hold of her heart. Pulling the still beating organ from Scootaloo, Rarity held it up, watching the ventricles pump fruitlessly before she tossed it into the fire where it exploded into flame. Then, wiping her hooves off, she turned on the lights, removed her ritualistic outfit, and nodded, pleased.
“Safe for another year,” she said happily.
Little late, but I got caught up doing stuff last night, so meh. I MAKE NO EXCUSES. Also, hooray for terribly stupid references.
The Carousel Boutique, Ponyville's most eco-friendly business. Using only replenishable resources.
Part of me is horrified by this, but I think a larger part of me is glad to see that somepony has finally found a way to take advantage of Scootaloo's inability to die.
So that's what a good diet is... Girls sure do strange things to look prety
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Alright, I'll admit. That tittle is freaking genius.
The chapter itself wasn't half-bad either.
So, in Equestria, sharks have boobies for milking?
Ok. I'll buy that.
Hey look, it's been directly referenced!
I guess things might start to get a bit complicated, huh?
>mfw Saturday
Nah, but good chapter, Alex. The references killed me.
Small typo, if you feel like fixing it:
Should probably be "bit of blood."
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Damn... and I thought I'd managed to be typo-free.
LMAO! Oh gosh! This... This right here!
Sweetie Belle shrugged. “Apparently you can’t die, soooooooo…”
“It still freakin’ hurts!”
I laughed so hard! Does that make me a bad lifeform?
And so, Scootaloo is officially the pony equivalent of Squee, Goblin Nabob. You can sacrifice her 'til the cows come home, leave again, then come back with vacation photos, and she'll keep coming back for more.
I look forward to the next installment. Though I was hoping we'd get to see Xochiquétzal in person...
The references... Oh the references... DWP, ToD... This. This pleases me.
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A ritual to a sadistic god? Definitely did not see that coming. At least they didn't say anything about Sankara Stones.
So, Scootaloo's been used as a sacrifice before?
I'm almost afraid to see what Party Of One will have in store for us. Almost
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ToD? Also, I think there was an Oprah Winfrey reference at the beginning there.
So. That means that Scoots now really is...
heartless.
BADA-BING!
4120167 Temple of Doom.
This is kinda sad. Scootaloo gave her heart to Rarity, but what did Rarity do with it? She just threw it away! I thought she only did that to Spike . Rariloo shippers will be mad.
This scene does not contain a lap dance.
Ding.
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I guess you could say Rarity is a heartbreaker.
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I guess it just goes to show...
the quickest way to a filly's heart is through her chest.
4124735 I thought it was supposed to be through a hearty meal and a hungry stomach.
4118639 Ah, darn. I thought it was gonna be Applejack first.
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Well, Scoots DID wind up with a serious case of...
heartburn.
Not only does the devil wear nada, but the devil is also a loser. He'll keep on getting Scootaloo organs with each sacrifice. No variety at all.
4123894 Yes. Just... yes.
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Indeed, but to figure out the solution, we'll need to get to the heart of the problem.
You tore out my heart, and then you turned around...
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You have no idea how badly I want to make an "everybody loves chicken" joke.
Oh well, nothing wrong with the gizzard.
4118536 I don't think that any heartburn medication is going to help Scootaloo
THE FOURTH WALL HAS BEEN BREACHED
I REPEAT: THE FOURTH WALL HAS BEEN BREACHED
EVACUATE CALMLY.
*Scootaloo gets trampled in the resulting chaos*
Rarity grabbed Scoot's heart. SHE HAS FINGERS!!! RARITY IS SECRETLY HUMAN!!!
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Ponies can grab things with hooves
It's been in the show before, SEVERAL times. Example:
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4140445 lol
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I almost didn't have the heart to tell you guys, but these puns are killing me.
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Ahh, Indiana Jones is the best.
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That example is flawed, as the hooves are through a handle and you can see the wrinkles from where the handle is attached firmly onto the leg.
I think a better example would be Octavia and her bow, is it is actually her hoof holding onto it, instead of just being through a handle.
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I'm not sure if you are referencing the Aztec god because if you are I'm sure that is Not how you spell it
First chapter back.
Someone finally acknowledges Scootaloo's semi immortality... and immediately abuses it for a blood sacrifice...
Great start!
Am I the only one who thought of BronyWriter's The Secret Life of Rarity in this one?
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No. No you are not.
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Sweetie Belle shrugged. “Apparently you can’t die, soooooooo…”
“It still freakin’ hurts!”
you ever stop to wonder that maybe that's how tails feel in the sonic the hedgehog games where hes always dieing over and over?
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reminds me of a story where Spike said "something weird happens every Saturday."
also, THIS video came to mind: