The Death of Loyalty

“You don't know who is important to you until you actually lose them.” - Mahatma Gandhi

While Sweetie Belle continued on her way of sex-filled misadventures as Songbird what were the other Crusaders doing? They were doing what any sad pony would do after the death of their idol and pseudo-sister.

Anything that kept them from realizing what they were hiding.

Pain, lots and lots of emotional pain.

***

“Scootaloo? Ya here? I got the things you wanted.”

Applebloom limped into the clubhouse carefully maintaining her balance on three good legs and one bad one. The sound of her legs walking out of sync reverberated throughout the quiet and mainly empty treehouse. Since a week ago, Applebloom hadn’t seen Sweetie Belle and after Applebloom walked in on Scootaloo when she went in the clubhouse in the middle of the night, she discovered that the orange filly slept in the clubhouse.

Actually when she thought about it she wondered why she hadn’t figured it out sooner.

“Yeah, Bloom, I’m over here. I am really glad you're here right now. “

“No problem, with how long you and Ah have known each other we are practically family.”

Scootaloo smiled a bit at this statement which compared to her last month or so, was a nice change.

“Yeah, thanks Bloom. Gimme the package. I...mean if ya want to, after all...”

Apple Bloom got a package out of her saddlebags. “Yeah, yeah here ya go.”

Scootaloo deftly caught it on her back and opened it by pulling on the strings keeping it together. Once it was opened it revealed its contents: a picture of Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash in Cloudsdale, both much younger than they were while in Ponyville and letters from Scootaloo.

“What’s the meaning of all this Scootaloo?”

Scootaloo took a long while to answer and when she did it was a whisper so quiet it would have Fluttershy’s whisper at a run for its money.

“She was my sister and most of all my surrogate mother.”

***

Years Ago

“Where you goin’ big sis?” a small Scootaloo asked with tears in her eyes.

“Well. I applied for a job in Ponyville and I have to go, squirt. I’ll come back soon. Take care of mom and dad in my place, okay, Scoots?”

The sad filly stared up at her prismatic sister and wiped a hoof in order to wipe away her tears. “Okay, I guess. But at least write to me about Ponyville and fun things you did.”

“You bet, and you know this is just gonna be a temporary thing. Remember what I told you, I want to be a Wonderbolt and won’t stop until I get in. Then you can say you are related to the most awesome Wonderbolt of all. Remember that, squirt.”

Rainbow Dash waved one last time and flew off into the distance. Her rainbow trail faded quickly after her in the direction towards Ponyville.

***

“What happened, Scoots? Ya sounded like you had lived with your parents and therefore had no reason to come to Ponyville?” Applebloom asked with fear in her voice.

“They up and died before I could fly. Normally pegasi can fly almost upon their first birthday but I  couldn’t because my wings muscles were too weak to lift me off the ground for more than a few minutes. Lucky that I got pegasi magic ‘cause I can at least walk on clouds. If I didn’t have wings, you could almost call me an earth pony without the cool magic of yours.”

“Oh, right. That. Well,uh, how did they die?”

“Bad storm caused a lot of damage and they were in the middle of it and they were crushed by a boulder that was loosened from the rain. They were killed on impact. I was sent here.”

“Why weren’t you living with Rainbow Dash anyway? She was your sister, and you sounded like you guys were close.”

Scootaloo sighed. “I know, but time changes things and Dash didn’t want to drag around her sister everywhere. I had to lie to keep Dash off my trail of sleeping here. She really wanted to teach me to fly and was even beginning to until...”

Scootaloo began sobbing after realizing that she finally missed Rainbow Dash. Applebloom did the first thing she could think of. Hug her.

“It’s okay Scootaloo. Ya know what? Tonight we’re gonna have the best sleepover ever. We can do all those things that AJ told me about when she, Rarity and Twilight had that slumber parties-”

Both ponies heard a thump when the trap door to the clubhouse was opened. In the corner stood Spike in the corner. His face was a mix of worry and anger.

“Scootaloo, Applebloom do you guys know how long I’ve been trying to find you? Everypony’s been looking for Sweetie Belle. Have you guys seen her?”

“Nope, by the way Spike, have you ever been told on how good you look?”

Spike became flustered at that comment. “N-nope. Not at all. Nuh uh. No way. Not going to get into this.” He attempted to run but was soon caught bty the longer legged fillies.

“Oh, come on man. We just want to show appreciation for being such a good sport, remember our last game for our cutie marks? Who didn’t tell the adults about the fun we had.”

Spike answered nervously. “I did?”

Both fillies grinned. Applebloom inched closer to the dragon and began to breathe quickly. Scootaloo also began to act the same way as her friend.

“What are you guys doing?”

“Ah think this dragon here doesn’t understand the act of mating. Right Scoots?”

“I believe you’re right. Let’s teach him!”

The two fillies squeed in delight and began to yell for dramatic effect. “Cutie Mark Crusaders Sex Ed Teachers!”

Spike began to scream in both pain and pleasure. Most of what what was said by the little purple dragon was along the lines of “I need an adult!”

Ten Hours Later

Spike limped out of the Crusader’s Clubhouse a changed dragon. Never again would he think the Crusaders were child-like and as Big Mac stated so bluntly in manly heart to hearts with the dragon he now had two fillies to do with as he pleased.

The reward was well worth the hassle. Forget about finding Sweetie Belle, he just scored more then Twilight ever would in her life.

He saw one familiar looking mare on his walk back to the library though...

Must have been my imagination but I swear that pony looks like an older version of Sweetie Belle, must be the hormones. She’s about twelve years old. You know what they say aboout mares and colts of that age. They are very curious.

Spike whistled happily as Songbird transformed back into Sweetie Belle. She wondered what a threesome would be like.

In the clubhouse, two fillies were quickly cleaning up their mess from last night.