• Published 4th May 2015
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Just A Sleepover - scootertheskitty

Scootaloo's been acting weird around Butterball. Could this be a simple allergy...or something more?

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Something Sicked This Way Comes

I slept better than I've ever slept before. When I woke up and looked towards my alarm clock, it was a few minutes past three in the evening. I know I should feel shame that I slept for more than half the day, but it's summer, dang it! I deserve to be a bit lazy after suffering at that school!

Okay, maybe that's going a bit too far. I mean school wasn't all that boring. Just math...and reading. Science was okay, I guess.

...Oh right, I have to get ready for the sleepover! I shook my head and got out of bed. I leaned against the wall and stood on my hind legs, stretching my limbs. I looked down and saw my hind hooves, smiling a bit. Just a few months ago I couldn't even see them, but look at me now! The spitting image of health! Woah...alright, I'm getting a bit woozy from standing on only twos.

I got back on my hooves and walked to my bathroom. I brushed my teeth and looked at my mane. It was completely messy and sticking out at the top. I simply shrugged. Sleepovers are usually pretty casual. I was about to leave the bathroom when I heard my mom yell from downstairs, "BUTTER, DO YOUR HAIR!"

My jaw dropped a bit. How the heck does she know—


I sighed and returned to the sink. I cupped my hooves together under the faucet and dampened my hair. I grabbed the brush next to the sink and swept my hair to the side like I normally do. I grinned a bit and trotted downstairs and into the kitchen to get something for lunch. I opened the fridge and noticed various vegetables and some hay on the bottom shelf. I thought to myself that I'd just make myself a sandwich. I grabbed some hay, lettuce, and a tomato and closed the fridge. I turned to get myself some bread when I noticed Dad was smirking at me.

"Waking up a little late, aren't ya sport?"

I responded to his smirk with an annoyed look. "It's summer. I deserve a few extra hours of sleep."

"A few?"

"Fine, a lot. I have no regrets, if that's what you're trying to get out of me."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Just try to wake up earlier. Remember that adults don't wake up after ten. Chances are, you're going to have to get up at seven."

"Seeeveeeeennn?!" I whine. "Ughhhh..."

"Sorry, Butter. That's the life of an adult."

"But being an adult is boriiiing!"

"C'mon, bud. Being an adult isn't all that bad." He knelt down to my level and ruffled my mane, causing it to become messy again. I flinched a bit in annoyance as he fixed my mane. "Whoops, sorry."

"Nghhh...why do I have to become an adult, anyways?"

"Because, you're not going to be ten forever. When you're eighteen you're going off to college. You'll get a good job and marry a beautiful wife."

"But, I don't want to have a wife..."

All of a sudden, my dad's face flushed pale as he looked at me awkwardly. "O-Or a husband! I'm fine with whatever choice you make, Butter!"

"Huh?" I tilted my head a bit. "I meant that I don't want a wife OR a husband! I mean...fillies can be cool but...the kissing? The cuddling? Blech..." I gagged in a fake manner at the thought. "It's just too mushy for me."

"Oh...uh...right. Um...well, feelings change when you get older. When you're thirteen or fourteen maybe you'll get more interested in thought of getting with a filly."

"I highly doubt it, Dad," I responded, rolling my eyes.

"Hey, I'm just saying. You're a handsome colt, and you don't want that attractiveness to go to waste."

"Yeah...suuuuuure." I tried to act like I knew I was handsome, but in reality, I didn't really think that was true. I mean, I hang out with the fillies sometimes and they really appreciate my company, but they usually fantasize about Rumble if anything. I knew I wasn't as good-looking as him. I was average if anything, maybe even below-average. It doesn't really bother me, I'm just stating the facts.

Dad smiled at me and ruffled my mane. "You're a very lucky colt, Butter."

"Yeah...yeah. I know." I said with a small smile, backing away from his hoof. I moved my hoof up and swept my mane to the side again.

He patted me on the back and said, "We're leaving in a few minutes to get to your sleepover. Finish your sandwich and eat it so we're not late, m'kay?"

"Alright," I answered. I walked across the table to get some bread and a knife. I came back to my other ingredients and began cutting the lettuce and tomato into thin slices. I took a loaf of bread and placed the lettuce and tomato on top of it. I put another loaf on top of my construction and took a bite. "Mmmmmm..." I savored the taste of the sandwich as my mind entered a state of bliss. Although it was just a simple sandwich, it was truly incredible. Great food in general for me, both simple and complex, has a tremendous effect on me. It makes me calm and puts me in a state of thinking, causing me to imagine all the different ways I could improve or manipulate it.

Which reminds me, this sandwich could use some mustard. I walked to the fridge and saw that there was no mustard, and instead a bottle of ketchup taunting me. Ketchup on any sandwich other than a hayburger? A crime against ponykind, I say. I groaned at the lack of mustard and continued to eat my sandwich. "Stupid ketchup...making my sandwich dry."

After a few minutes had passed, we headed off to Sugarcube Corner. During the walk, I kept looking over at Dad, and saw that instead of a once cheerful grin like earlier today, he was looking a bit more concerned and uncomfortable. I assumed that he still didn't like the idea of me being alone at a sleepover with a bunch of fillies. Why would he be so concerned? I mean, it's just like being a sleepover with a bunch of colts, right?

The walk was very slow and boring. Not a word was spoken between either Dad and me. I looked around and saw several different ponies. There was a gray, pegasus stallion with a dark blue mane. His mane also had a lighter blue streak along the top of it. I had a hard time telling whether or not it was just fake highlights or natural and then wondering if I'd look cool with some highlights in my hair or something. Mom would say I'd look cute pr something, but Dad'll probably yell "no" at the top of his lungs. I looked to my left and saw another pegasus colt with a brown coat and a long red mane. He was chasing his tail like a dog, but soon got dizzy and fell over on his side. Ponyville was a weird place, that's for sure. I turned my head as soon as he ran to a nearby tree and lifted up his leg.

I kept concentrating forward, trying not to make eye contact with any of these strange ponies. I knew this was a nice town, but I can't help but feel like I was going to get beat up for some reason. After a few more minutes of walking, we eventually got to a building that looked like a giant gingerbread house. Good ol' Sugarcube Corner. How I enjoy thy milkshakes. However, today the store looked a bit different. It was adorned with streamers and balloons. As we approached the candy shop the door had a sign hanging from the front. A closer look shows that it said "Closed." Below that was another tiny sign with text on it stating "(Unless you're a member of the Cutie Mark Crusaders and in that case please enter!") Typical Pinkie.

Oh, that reminds me. If you thought Scootaloo was strange, then Pinkie is flippin' CRAZY. I've known her for a long time and I still don't know what's up with her! She's like...hard to explain. You know that one babysitter that always hugs and cuddles you, being overly affectionate? Imagine that babysitter having weird physics-bending powers and just drank twenty-three cups of coffee. That's Pinkie.

As soon as Dad opened the door for me, a pink blur dashed over and grabbed me in a hug. To be fair, she's getting better with giving me some personal space. She's not crushing me to death like the last few times.

"OHMYGOSHBUTTERIT'SBEENSOLONG!" she exclaimed in an excited tone.

"Heh. Yeah," I responded. "Can't imagine why we don't hang out more often..."

After what felt like a decade of awkward hugging, Pinkie finally said "Whoops, sorry! Got a little carried away!" She let go of me and rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. "You're just too gosh darn cute!"

"Once again, I disagree with that statement," I replied.

"Can't disagree with the truth, Butter~!" she giggled, ruffling my mane and making me even more annoyed.

I groaned as I fixed my hair and moved my sight towards Dad. "Dad, tell her she's wrong!"

He sighed and said, "I hate to say it, but I'm afraid it's true. You've come down with a serious case of adorable-itus. And it's incurable."

"Ngh...you don't have a medical degree!"

"Shoot. You found me out," he admitted. A smirk crept upon my face as I folded my arms with satisfaction. "...You're still cute as heck, though."

My smirk faded as I pouted once more in annoyance. "Rgh. Where are the other crusaders?"

"Oh, they're right over..." Her voice trailed off as she looked around. "Huh, they were right here a minute ago."

A little confused, I took a few steps inside of the store. I looked around, completely silent. The store was completely empty, a sight I have never seen before because it's usually always full with ponies. Before I could turn back around to Pinkie and Dad, I felt six hooves grab me and three loud screams.


"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!" I immediately crumpled to the ground, completely startled and paralyzed from the frightening fate that I knew would be the end of me. When I could finally comprehend what just happened, I could hear the sound of three fillies giggling loudly.

"Oh my gosh, we SO got you!" Sweetie laughed.

I sighed at my humility. I'll let them have this victory, but they have not yet won the war. I will not forget this, and they will learn to never mess with Butterball! AS CELESTIA AS MY WITNESS, I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!

"...Ya sure did..." I simply said aloud.

After a few more minutes of giggling, they finally calmed down as Scootaloo suddenly hugged me tight. "I'm so glad you came, Butter! This party is going to be AWESOME! Pinkie's got a whole schedule planned out!"

I smiled a bit awkwardly at the hug as I looked towards Pinkie. "Y-You do? What are we going to do?"

"In due time, my little yellow friend~" said Pinkie, trying to sound whimsical. "It's all going to be a surprise, but let's say we're going to do a little something for each of you to enjoy!"

I'm not much one for surprises, as they usually turn out bad, like a globe or calculator as a birthday present. However, Pinkie was a very special pony. I'm sure she had a good plan up her nonexistent sleeves. I shifted my gaze towards Scootaloo, realizing that she still had me in a tight hug. After a few seconds, she let go and backed away. Her cheeks soon grew very red as she shied away from me. Poor filly. It must be horrible to have allergies all the time.

"Hm...Pinkie, are you sure you have this under control?" Dad asked skeptically.

"Of course, Mr. Ball! You have nothing to worry about!" Pinkie grinned and whispered in his ear, just barely audible for me to hear. "You know, you can spend this time with your wife, if you want~"

Now it was Dad's turn to have his cheeks turn red. He backed away a bit and smiled just as Scootaloo did with me. "Uhh...okay, you have fun with Pinkie, Butter! I'm going out with your mother for a wee bit!" He walked towards me quickly and gave a short hug before trotting out of the store in a very ecstatic manner.

I watched Dad's awkward behavior as my heart sank. Oh Celestia...he might have caught Scootaloo's allergies! Who knows what this virus is capable of? How do I even know what it can do?! I glanced towards Pinkie as I tried to give a big smile to her. "Uhh...PinkiecanIhaveaword~?" I asked hastily.

"Sure Butter!" she answered. We both walked out of earshot from the crusaders as they started to talk about getting their cutie marks during the sleepover. Passing their conversation off, I informed Pinkie, "I think there's a disease on our hooves."

Pinkie's smiling face shifted into a look of confusion. "A disease? What do you mean?"

"I mean that there's a virus causing ponies to have allergic reactions. Every time I'm with Scootaloo, her face gets all red as she backs away, I think to keep balance. Redness in the face? Wooziness? Does this not sound like an epidemic waiting to happen?! I mean, they've got my dad already, so we know that it's contagious!" I started to panic. This could be an epidemic that sweeps across the entire land of Equestria! It could end ponykind as we know it!

"Butter, I know what's going on."


"It's obvious that this isn't an epidemic going to kill all ponykind, silly!"

"Oh...thank Celestia." I breathed out a sigh of relief as I calmed down.

"Scootaloo's just deathly allergic to you."


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