Scootaloo had nearly hit all twenty ponies she had passed, not even interested in apologizing to them. She was too happy about the mail she got. An invite to Rainbow Dash’s sleep over. She flapped her wings and fast as she could inching her way towards the plain below the cloud mansion. “Where is it? Where is it?!” She passed by yet another pony, making her spill her bucket of apples, brushing three. “Sorry A.J.”

Apple Jack picked up the three bruised apples, looking over them. Just as she feared, they weren’t good for sale. “Darn that pony, almost as bad as Rainbow Da-.” The cyan mare herself landed on her back, and rolled into the orange mare, bruising three more apples. “Would you mind explaining why you crashed into me?”

“Sorry, got’ta go.

“I’ll just add those to your tab.” She pressed on, heading to the apple stand.

Scootaloo had somehow find her way to the house of Rainbow Dash. It was on the floor, and weighted down with a cyan friend at the door. “Rainbow Dash!!!” She picked up her speed to what might have seemed like mack .001 speed. Reaching the mare with in a minute. “Rainb-.”

Rainbow Dash had swooped up the cute filly, and hugged her with such a desire it would be considered lustrous. “Scootaloo!!!” She tightened her grip around the fillies neck, “I missed you so much!!!” She tossed and turned, making perfectly well to keep her grasp. “Lets go inside.” Scootaloo tried to grab her scooter, but it was too far away and Rainbow dash wouldn’t hear a lick about it.

“My scooter.” She stared at it as it’s distance grew further. “I’ll be back for you.”

Rainbow Dash’s house was different from what she expected. Nothing was to be called, “20% cooler,” half the furnishings could be found in any furniture store. She had a picture of her dad over her banister, and a portrait of some strange mare, resembling Rarity, but someone else. “Who is she?” The filly raised a hoof towards the framed masterpiece.

“Oh, if i told you who she was i’d have to kill you,” a grin emerged on her face, showing it was to be joked about. “But i can’t tell you.” She continued to drag the filly through her house, not leaving any marks on the cloud floors.

After five or so minutes of walking, Rainbow Dash took the innocent mare into a room, no bigger than Rarity’s bed room. The walls were lined with shelves, and the shelves lined with pony shaped dolls. The texture of the fabric looked almost as if it had been stripped off a stallion's back. “Catch!” Rainbow Dash threw down a doll with atrocious stitchings. It sort of resembled her, but the eyes were off. “Here comes another one,” yet again a doll came off the shelf, larger than Rainbow Dash, and bigger than Luna. The doll collided with the floor, bouncing off the floor.

‘Rainbow Dash plays with dolls? What 21 year old plays with dolls?!’ She questioned her lifelong idol, hoping there was an exploration. “Are all these,” she flicked the Celestia doll, startled at its likeness, “Dolls… yours?” Rainbow noded happily, pushing one last doll of the shelfs.

It wasn’t a doll this time, but a puppet. Much worst, a puppet of herself, tangled with a puppet of Pinkie Pie. “Okay now lets get this started!” She nose dived into Scootaloo, and the set of puppet ponies, taking both to the table. “Okay, witch do you want?”

‘This is kinda scary.’ She lifted up the marionette of her, examining the details of it. it was exact. From head to heel everything was exact, even her mane and tail. “Can i be me?” She pointed to the doll she had in her hooves.

“Sure be yourself.” She laughed at the ironic words, “i’ll be the one in control of you soon.”

Scootaloo stared blankly into the eyes of her lovely idol, wanting to be like her exactly. Without the dolls and stuff.

An hour passed before the sun made its way off the edge of visibility. Bringing the cyan mare to her knees, in need of sleep. “Time for bed kid… you want to sleep with me?” She thought over her words and rephrased it. “Would you like to sleep next to me?” She smiled at the correction as Scootaloo shook her head in agreement.

“I can!?” She was overjoyed with the thought of spending the night next to Rainbow. Her inner most desires came over her, “Yes!!!!” Yhe hugged Rainbow dash for the first time in the entire day.

She propped the filly onto her back, and left to her room, making sure to close the door and reset the dolls. The bed room was cold and the window open. Rainbow Dash set the filly on her bed, and trotted to a dresser drawer, scampering through the pairs of socks she had saved from past birthday parties with Pinkie Pie.

A pair of socks landed on her snout, a cute orange and pink strip ran across the sides in rows. “Put these on, it gets cold. Don’t want you losing a limb, just yet.” Again she put on a dark grin to protest the jokes meaning. As she was instructed she loaded her hooves into the socks, pulling them halfway up, letting them scrunge up at the lower portion. “Okay, now we need to attach this to the bedpost and one of your legs,” she held up a cuff with a long chain.

“Why do i have to wear that?” She protested the strange device, not wanting to wear it.

“Can you fly?”

She looked down, “A little… no.” The sadness echoed through the room’s fluffy walls and floors.

“Okay. can you survive a 20 story drop?” She didn’t need an answer, “If we don’t use this you could fall out the window. And SPLAT!” She threw one arm up, while connecting one side of the cuff to the beds post. “Scootaloo is more popular than Luna’s day activities.” That would be very unpleasant.

Scootaloo held out a hoof, allowing Rainbow Dash to lock it in firmly. Rainbow picked Scootaloo up and placed her onto her tummy, hugging her tightly. “Good night!”

Before Scootaloo could reply she got a firm squeeze, and the snoring began. “Love you Rainbow Dash.” She drifted off into a sleep like no other, a dreamless sleep.

Arms outstretched, limbs tied down forming the examination circle. Her tummy was against a round circle while the rest of her body was left in a free fall. “What happened?” Her mouth was covered with a muzzle, leaving her question a squeak in the light ridden room. A door opened from behind her, letting the light of the outside world in, soon followed by a light switch.

“Rise and shine! We don’t have a lot of time!” Rainbow Dash trotted in front of her, noticing she was already up. “You’re so good on being on time.”

“Whats going on Rainbow Dash?” Nothing could be seen from her angle.

“Well sweetie,” she took a deep breath, and sighed, “i’m going to make you my play toy for the day.”

“Your what!?” The title of Play Toy didn’t bring anything good to mind. Not even Rainbow Dash could make it more appealing.

“If you still don’t know what i meant, i’ll just tell you what i’m going to do and what's going to happen.” She looked into Scootaloo’s eyes, giving no hint of playfulness or even the joyous love from before. “Okay, heres what i’m going to do. First, i’m going to sew your skin to my guide rail. Second,_” Scootaloo didn’t have manners for anypony but Rainbow Dash. Even that was lost.

“Let me go! I don’t want to be poked with a needle!!! Or sewn to something like that,” She didn't even know what it was she feared.

Rainbow ignored her pleas, and continued her plan, “i’m going to break all the bones that aren't needed in a puppet.” Her plan was so well planned nothing could go wrong, not even the ending, “Third, i’m going to fake an accident, take you to the hospital, and make sure nopony knows about this, but us.” Rainbow had trotted off to some place behind the tied down filly.

“You can’t do th-,” a needle dug into her skin, past the first layer and looped out the other side, clutching the bone and muscles. Scootaloo tried to scream, but the mask she wore wasn’t going to have it. Tears filled her eyes, running down her face as she helplessly watched her Ex-Idol string her to the contraption in front of her. Returning to reloop it, peircing another section of the same leg.

“If you don’t make too much noise i might just reward you.” She took another needed and drove it through the other leg, latching it bleed as the string pulled through, red and grotesque.

‘Is it freedom?’ She placed her lips inside her mouth, clutching them together with her teeth hoping she could keep it to herself.

Rainbow Dash proceeded with the last two hooves, stitching the bone and muscles to the giant guide rail. A pool of tears filled the floor below, and blood crusted over the wounds of the thick thread.

“All done!” Rainbow Dash called, getting the attention of Scootaloo. “Since you were quiet, and kind enough to let me work in peace, i’ll let you use the laughing gas.” Such a sweet gesture could only go so far, “For the second half of the breaking.” She smiled and kissed Scootaloos forehead.

Just as she promised, she got to use the gas mixture for half the treatment. Without words, or even sound, she shattered the rib’s of the small child. Next she broke the arms she had strung thread through, only the upper part, forming a gelatin, mixture of shredded muscles, and bloody bone shards.

The process Went on for another hour. The gas had run dry only 2. Not nearly long enough to make it through the horrid torture of broken bones and sharp pains. “Only one bone left, sweetie. Bare with me.” She hit the last leg with her mysterious tool.

She had blacked out mid way through the preparations. She hung from the roof, Rainbow Dash manipulating her movements. Angered at how the filly moved her formless body. “Ugh! Why don’t they ever work right!?” She took her scissors, and clipped the strings, watching the body collapses to the floor. “Lets get you out of here,” she dragged the lifeless body of Scootaloo down the stairs and out the door.

“No!” Scootaloo woke up from her unruly sleep, screaming. A pink pony forced her back to the bed. “Pinkie!” Scootaloo tried to lunge onto the pony, but restraints held her back. “Whats going on?”

Pinkie Pie brushed the purple mane of Scootaloo back, “You fell down the stairs silly.” Her voice held the truth, but her eyes showed lies. “You’d better just brush off that nightmare, and heal up.” Pinkie pressed her cheek against the filly’s, whispering into her ear, “She can’t hurt anyone anymore. I promise.”

Scootaloo looked at her hoofs, the holes were still fresh, “Pinkie, can you stay the night til i get better?”

Pinkie smiled and climbed over the railing, sitting at the hooves of Scootaloo, “I’ll stay with you as long as you want.” She smiled, and stared blankly into the light purple eyes of the traumatized filly, ‘i’ll do what nopony did for me, for you.’

Author's Note

this was sugested t my by Matt11 (sorry if i typed your name wrong.)

hope this scootabuse was good enough so far