Little Filly

The next morning as the two fillies set out into mornings embrace, Scootaloo noticed Sweetie Belle looked down, well, more than usual.

"S'wrong, Belle?" Scootaloo said, raising an eyebrow at her friend as they trotted down what seemed to be a fairly untraveled path.

"Oooh, I shouldn't have left. Why did I agree to do this." Sweetie Belled sulked.

"Cause' you're my best-est friend ever?" Scootaloo guessed.

"Yeah," Sweetie Belle forced herself to smile, which to much less effort as she looked over to Scootaloo, "Let's go with that."

After many hours of travel, the two fillies heard laughing - followed by the screaming of a mare. The fillies exchanged worried glances. Scootaloo narrowed her eyes to the direction of the noise. She slipped a small knife out of her saddlebag. Sweeties eyes went wide.

"Be prepared for anything." Scootaloo ran off towards the sounds, soon followed by Sweetie Belle, who had a worried look on her face.

Once the fillies arrived at the scene, Sweetie Belle stayed hidden in some bushes, a look of horror on her face. A mare with a milk white coat and a dark red, almost black mane, was being pushed to the ground by stallions in black jackets, demanding her money. Scootaloo ran up to one of the stallions, standing only a few feet away from him, hiding her knife.

"H-hey! Jerks, s-stop!" Scootaloo shouted.

They all looked over to her, the mare tried to run but was punched in the gut by a nearby stallion.

"What you gonna' do bout' it?" A clearly drunk stallion spat and slurred, through the knife in his mouth.

Scootaloo slowly slid the butterfly knife from behind her hoof, and charged at the stallion. She jumped onto his back and gripped onto his neck with her forelegs, quickly sliding the knife to rest centimeters away from his throat. Scootaloo had been through fights like this all the time before she had come to ponyville.

All the stallions chimed "What?!?" Or something similar in surprise.

The stallion being threatened kept quiet, to scared to try and move. Scootaloo motioned with one of her hooves for the mare to run to the same bush Sweetie was in, looking on in horror. The stallions dropped there knifes and backed away. Scootaloo cut the skin along the stallions throat, causing his throat to bleed slightly. The stallions, in reaction, similar weapons from there sleeve and jacket pockets. At this, scootaloo dropped from the stallions back and walked towards the bush.

The stallion who had been threatened grabbed a knife from the ground and charged, but scootaloo had turned around and slashed at his hooves, tripping him, and blooding up his hooves.

Sweetie Belle hugged Scootaloo and told her she did a good job, and the mare gave her some money and then they were on there way... is what she thought would happen. What she didn't expect was for Sweetie Belle to back away from Scootaloo as she got closer.

"I-I can't t-take this anym-more... sorry scootaloo, it's just..." Sweeite stammered.

"Your friend here wants to come with me back to ponyville, i'd suggest you come to, filly" Intervened the mare, "Oh, and thank you for... uhmm... ya'know..."

Scootaloo had tears in her eyes.