Scootaloo the Fugitive

by Kaidan

5. Get to The Scoota!

"Thanks for meetin' me Fluttershy." Applejack tipped her hat to the yellow mare.

"Oh, anything for my friends. Well, not dragons. . ." Fluttershy cringed just thinking about a huge, gigantic, terrible, enormous, teeth-gnashing, sharp scale-having, horn-wearing, smoke-snoring, could-eat-a-pony-in-one-bite, totally-all-grown-up dragon.

"Don't be silly, ah just wanted to ask about the sleepover ya'll had last night."

"Oh, Applebloom was very well behaved. I guess I'm just as good with children as I am with animals."

"Now Fluttershy, ah've seen the fillies crusaderin' and ah know that can't be true. But ah actually want to know about Scootaloo. Did anything with her seem . . . well, strange?"

"Hmm. Well there was the broken table, and the singing, and then the chicken hunting, and Twilight being turned to stone, and a cockat--" Applejack interjected.

"Whoa back up there, Twilight was turned ta stone? By a cockatrice, and ah'm just hearin' about this now?"

"Oh well, it was just a misunderstanding. Everypony is alright, and Scootaloo was very brave. The other fillies were hiding behind her while I used the . . . stare."

"Well, movin' right on past how you and my sis ended up in the middle of the Everfree with a stoned Twilight, did Scootaloo talk about her parents at all?"

"No. Well, I haven't seen her around that much, or her parents. Scootaloo seems to prefer being on her own."

"Well shoot, ah can tell the filly is hidin' something. Ah'm just worried it could be something bad that she shouldn't be hidin' in the first place."

"Ok, if you need anything else let me know. She seems like a very nice filly though, please don't scare her."

"Come on now, my coffee mug don't say number one sister fer nothin'!"

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Scootaloo was exhausted. It was hard enough going to school, doing homework, and finding creative ways to get food without resorting to stealing. Luckily, Sweetie Belle was able to explain a few of the harder lessons to her, and Applebloom always came to school with lots of extra snacks and apples. Then, she would rush out from school to the field outside Ponyville where Rainbow Dash practiced her stunts. She had barely been in town a week, and already she had found her calling. She still went crusading with the Cutie Mark Crusaders, but she already knew her special talent. She was going to be exactly like Rainbow Dash.

Today was the talent show; it was also a very busy day before that. The Cutie Mark Crusaders renovated a clubhouse that was held together by duct tape, spit, and childhood hopes and dreams. They had tried at least a dozen different jobs without getting a single cutie mark. Then they planned and performed at a talent show scoring first place for comedy. Despite their unblemished success, the fillies didn't even get a comedy cutie mark!

Scootaloo could feel the burning in her shoulders, back, and wings. Even her abdomen was sore from standing upright on the scooter all day, and dancing at the talent show. If that wasn't enough, she had spent half the day towing a wagon she had attached to her scooter. Pulling the fillies around was more difficult than she thought it would be, but now she could go fast and hang out with her friends at the same time. She might even be able to pull off a few tricks; they did all wear helmets after all.

There was only one thing on Scootaloo's mind now: Sleep. The cold loft beckoned her, the raggedy blanket promised a warm night of sweet dreams. She could sleep in, even show up to class late, because her aching body demanded rest. Once again, Scootaloo was far too tired to consider the fact that the parent teacher conference was tomorrow. She would probably decide to use the filly flu excuse, all she needed to do was a little acting, and she had proven her talent at that earlier today.

Approaching the barn at about half her normal speed, Scootaloo could already feel her muscles and brain surrendering to the alluring embrace of sleep. She heard a roll of thunder and knew that the Everfree was going to do what it did best: unpredictable weather, and chilly wet nights. It was no longer an issue; she had improvised with a small tarp to keep a corner of the loft relatively dry.

The first raindrops started to fall, causing her to speed up a little. The barn wasn't far, and she hopped off the scooter and took her helmet off. The straps had been cutting into her chin all day, and her mane felt like it had been shoved into an oven. Perhaps she would come out in the rain for a little while to wash off the sweat from a day of hard crusading with her friends.

Carrying the helmet in one hoof, and pushing the scooter along with the other, she opened the barn door. Before her brain could register any other details, a large mass crashed into her and her face collided with the door as she dropped her helmet. She instinctively tried to get back up, but the door slammed shut on her midsection. She could smell something foul, and a faint green pair of eyes were glowing in the dark. Frantically she kicked out at the timberwolf who was using its weight to keep her pinned and helpless. Her wings were pinned against the ground, but she forced them open anyway, squirming and thrashing about. The clever bastard had been waiting in the barn for her to return.

She felt some kicks connect, but most missed. In a matter of seconds from the initial impact, she had wiggled most of the way out of the barn doors. She had also taken a few cuts from the timberwolf's free claw. Using the scooter as leverage, she forced herself out from between the two doors, and without a moment's hesitation jumped on the scooter and rocketed off as if the gates of Tartarus had opened to spew forth hellfire at her. stupid, stupid stupid. How could I have not thought of that, what good is a door that only locks on the inside?

Scootaloo was too scared to slow down, realizing she should have reached the farm by now. Instead, the forest was getting even thicker. Taking the first path that led away from the trail she was on, she turned right and hoped to circle back to the edge of the forest. If I'm where I think I am, and by Celestia I hope I am, this should at least get me out of the forest and near Ponyville.

Something crashed through the brush, flashing past her mane and missing her by inches. She knew it was the timberwolf without looking. She knew that to survive this nemesis she had to keep her eyes forward, and her screaming muscles working as hard as they could. Each breath of air ignited her sore lungs, and her heart ached as it struggled to supply itself enough oxygen.

Scootaloo burst out of the Everfree forest without even realizing it. One moment there were trees, bushes, and obstacles in her path, and the next there was grass, the rainy sky, and small knolls. She heard branches behind her snap as the timberwolf burst out, still in pursuit of the young pegasus. Scootaloo spotted a cottage up ahead and she flew towards it. She felt ready to collapse, every muscle in her body burning and begging for release. She would make for the door and try to get inside. If the door is locked. . . well I hope he chokes eating me.

She careened towards the door, quickly gauging which shoulder was aching less at the moment. Choosing the left one, she lept from the scooter and threw her shoulder at the door, hoping to tumble through it and then quickly close it behind her. As she sailed through the air every muscle tightened up, bracing for the coming impact. With a loud popping sound, her shoulder hit the unyielding door. Scootaloo fell to the ground, screaming in agony. She struggled to get to her hooves as she watched the timberwolf. Thirty feet, twenty five, twenty, fifteen, ten feet. . . Scootaloo stared death in the face, and death flinched.

A massive furry paw came out of nowhere, shattering the timberwolf to pieces. Turning to face her savior, she saw a giant grizzly bear. The bear reached down and scooped Scootaloo up. Before she could think of heroic last words, the pain caused her brain to shut down. At least she would be unconscious for the end.

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Author's Note:

Proofread by: 11thWonder

Comments

[arcum42]

Oh no, there's absolutely no way we could guess what's coming next. (Though I'm reminded of a Fluttershy adopts Scootaloo fic I started writing once...)

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[Cold Spike]

Yeah I can kind of figure it out but depending on what will happen I would put a sad tag...Unless s- oops they are that kind and don't turn Scootaloo in, otherwise we are getting some clipped feathers...

[Kaidan]

2114812 Yeah I've been flirting with Sad, but that's to contrast the happy moments that are too come. I wrote this story because all I see are Scootasad stories, and she can't be Scootahappy until she confronts the things haunting her: Gerda, being an orphan, and believing she can do everything on her own. (And that's just the first major story arc.) I don't want to spoil the next chapter, but it will be Scootahappy.

2115847 I'm helpless to resist references, I'd have to check my favorites but in one story Scootaloo's parents were slenderman / woman. Also, who could go into a dark forest and not think they saw slendermare at this point?

p.s. who can resist spoiler tags? Taunting you to reveal their secrets. Give in to the temptation

[Kaidan]

2114796 Foiled again by the internet.

[Cold Spike]

Good... Cause my upcoming story is Scootasad before happy lol. 2116407

[Delicious]

And thus Scootaloo is saved by the true hero in this story... Smokey the Timberwolf slayer!

[Prince Regal Prism]

2118796 Only YOU can prevent Timberwolves...

[jszellmer]

stoned Twilight

"Spike, make something to eat. I've got the munchies!"

[jszellmer]

2528127 If you don't talk to your children about Timberwolves, who will?

[josue]

2528127 lol

[Jonny Bench]

Yay harry!

[MadeThisJustForThePun]

If the door is locked. . . well I hope he chokes eating me.

Okay. Scootaloo is pretty darn metal.

This story is fantastic.