Chapters Scootaloo sighed as she rolled up to her house. The cobblestone was barely visible due to the weeds. The house itself was worse, the windows were cracked or blacked out by cardboard. The once beautiful white door was brown with dirt. The sides were covered in ivy of all sorts. The grass was over grown and the flower beds held old withered plants. Scootaloo has never seen the house look nice. She parked her trusty old blue scooter under the big oak in her back yard, the grass in the back was worse than in he front. It was like a jungle. She slowly walked up to the back door. The front has been broken since before she could remember. She creeped in, quieter than a mouse. The piles of garbage was something she was used to. Seeing the rats and bugs was normal. Feeling the filthy carpet beneath her hoofs was a feeling only other people would feel. It just felt normal. The smell was something your nose got used to after a while, it stunk of rotted fruits and vegetables. Stale milk and dead rats. It was disgusting. She tip toed up the stairs, trying ever so quietly not to let him know, because if he knew it wouldn't end well for her. She knew what it was called now, foal abuse. When she was a part of the CMC, before she got her cutie mark she just thought it was punishment for being bad. That's not how it was. She got beat for things she didn't even do, things she had no power over. She walked as slow as possible. Praying to Celestia that she wouldn't step on one of the creaky floor boards. It was no use the old brown floor was not being nice today.
"Scootaloo! Get down here!" His voice boomed, his words were slurred. She could hear the bottle falling to the floor as he stood up. She froze.
He licked his lips in temptation. She looked just like 'her' in his eyes. Her muscular orange body, her strong wings. She was beautiful. She had scars and bruises from her scooter, just like her mother always did from flying. She even wore her mane he same way. He smiled again pushing her up against a wall. His sour breath tickled her neck, it sent shivers of worry all over her body. Her eyes welded up with tears as he used his magic to carry her to his sleeping area, the filthy brown couch. The bottles were all empty and broken from throwing them against the walls or at Scootaloo. The once white walls still had random dried blood splotches all around the picture frames of her father and a cut out mare. They were all crooked and cracked. He placed her on the couch, his head hurt, he hates magic. "You look just like her you know? It's too bad you can never see her." He said liking her neck with his sandpaper like tung.
She woke up in a pool of blood and white stuff. She knew exactly what it was. She could barley stand, her head was spinning, she had a gash on her flank right beside her cutie mark. A wheel with a lightning bolt and wings. Her nose had dried blood on it and her mouth tasted like rust. Her vagina was in pain. She felt dirty. Her father was on the couch sleeping like nothing happened. She got up not making a sound and staggered to the door. She didn't care were she went as long as it wasn't here. She grabbed her scooter still propped on the tree. She wanted to disappear. Her vision was getting worse, due to the rain. She flapped her sore wings as fast as possible. Going to the closest place possible. Rarity's boutique. The rain seemed to clean out her wounds. Making her feel cold and sick. She had to stop to puke. She couldn't stop gagging, letting her lunch fall into the muddy puddle.
She went home, not like she wanted to but Rarity probably didn't want to wake up at three in the morning. Rainbow Dash was right not to come save such a weak filly. She was extra quiet this time. Taking over fifteen minutes just to get up the stairs. By the time she reached her room she closed the door and locked it. She looked around the blue room. Trying to find her journal. She looked under her blue bed in the middle of the room up against the wall with the cloud and lighting bold quilt her grandmother gave her. She looked on the shelf just above her bed. She looked in the closet she had taken a liking to sleeping in. She looked on her desk at the far left side of her room, even on the window. Her room wasn't very big so it was difficult to loose something but when she did it made her feel bad. Her room was spotless, unlike the rat infested area downstairs she cared about her living space. Giving up she laid in her bed. Trying to forget the events of this evening. She still hurt.
She stayed in her room all week, keeping the door locked was something she had to do. She couldn't allow her father to defile her like that ever again. She needed to do something but what? Everybody will think she is a weakling, Rainbow Dash might never talk to her again! She could have done something if she wasn't so, useless. She crawled inside her closet, there she had stuff hidden. When she was younger she loved her father. She wanted him to stop drinking and stole the strongest stuff. It was still in her closet. She was still in pain. Her head wouldn't stop hurting. Her insides feel like they are going to fall out. She was in pain, whenever her father drank he felt better. Maybe she would feel the same. She opened up the bottle of whiskey, careful not to spill it's contents. She smelt the liquid inside. It had a good smell strong but sweet. It made her taste buds tingle. Her stomach was fluttering with anxiousness. She put he booze to her lips and took a sip. It took her awhile to get used to the taste, it burned her throat but she could stop. It disk retake long until she passed out in a dreamless sleep.
"Come out here you little shit!" He boomed slamming the door with the pole. He was going to break that door. Scootaloo jumped up from her whiskey nap, she felt sick again.
She was a weakling. She was a loser, she was unable to take care of herself. She couldn't even stop her father. This time she remembered it. The feeling of his erect stallion hood inside her. It was sickening. He shot his white stuff inside her that time, maybe he did it last time too. She felt even dirtier. Being awake made the experience hurt even more. She had a hole new set of cuts, some were bigger than others. Her door got taken off its hinges. The only safe place was her bottle and closet. The booze let her escape her fathers torment. But even the best thing can run out. She didn't have the guts to steal more. He went into the shower stumbling and crying. She looked on the mirror. Her face was cut up and she looked likes she lacked sleep. Her purple mane was full of dried seamen, her teeth were white with plack. She looked just like him. Her hoof smashed the mirror before she could stop it. She punched it repeatedly, cutting her hoofs deep. Her now blood soaked legs crumbled beneath her. The cracked hoof hurt the most. She needed a hospital, she needed help. She needed her sister.
The next few days Scootaloo drank, only water trying to be herself and not her father. It didn't work. She ended up going out and stealing it from a store. She felt bad but she needed the burning drink. It made her feel good. On her way back home, the bottle in her saddle bags she ran into Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom.
"Yes father," she replied like a dog. Always obeying the master. She is getting punished for being out too long. She had to suck on his member until he was ready for the painful part. It tasted like sweat and alcohol, like her happy juice almost only stale. She put as much of it as she could fit into her mouth, in then out in then out, up until he slapped her.
Author's Note
I migh change the CMC tag and turn it into a caramel tag or even a soarin tag, I'm not too sure yet. Let me know what you guys think
She got her period. She wasn't pregnant. It was okay. Everything was okay. No it wasn't that was a lie. The walls told her it was okay but she knew, she knew it wasn't. Her life was never perfect but it was better once upon a time. Before her mothers death. That's why he hated her so much. She was just a baby it wasn't her fault. But it was. She cried into the bottle night after night. Drinking her sorrows away. It was exactly what her dad did. Only he ran the house she ran a closet. She only went out to get her fix. Stealing from different stores weekly. She had cut down on drinking but she still did it. She needed to be sober in a week, school would be starting. She didn't want to see Diamond Tiara or Silver Spoon. She just wanted to sleep. Sleeping was safe, when she was sleeping nothing was real. When she slept she never had dreams. She saw black.
The week went by in a pattern, get drunk, sleep, get raped, sleep, get beat, get drunk and sleep. It was a custom now, something that is going to keep happening forever. Sunday was different though. She just got hurt by her dad all day, he went theough the back door dry. It hurt badly. No time for getting drunk. When it was over she had to get to school. It went on through the whole night. She cried the whole time. Her quilt was ruined by blood and seamen.
Mr. Caramel's class is her favorite. He is nice to everypony, especially Scootaloo. He notices that she is hungover. He caught her sleeping in class with a pounding headache. She threw up all over the table she was at. He didn't get mad. Even though she doesn't pay attention and doesn't even know what class he teaches he is still nice to her. He let her sleep and eat whatever food he had leftover from his lunch. But he got too close. He wasn't her father, he was gentile and sweet but he made her feel uncomfortable. During the next few weeks she ate in his class, she never spoke one word. Just ate. It was nice and somepony other than the walls were talking to her. Then he licked her neck. No, this wasn't happening, she felt dizzy. She needed to run and hide. She needed to leave. She needed a drink. She needed a cigaret. A new hobby that Mr. Caramel told her to try. It made the drinking taste better. She needed help.
All night he stayed in the class room. She had three cigarets one lighter and half a bottle. She seemed to just keep those things in her saddle bags. Within minutes the cigarets were gone and the bottle was empty. She fell asleep again drunk.
She grabbed a chair and smashed the window. The glass looked beautiful I the moonlight. It was obvious Mr. Caramel wasn't coming back. She pocketed the glass and flew home at top speed. He will be angry that she was late. She can't be late. If this continues she might not live. She will die. She needs to tell somepony. Somepony like Rainbow Dash. It won't matter if she disowns her. She deserves it for being weak. When she got home he was in her room. Waiting. She knew what was to come and didn't waste any time. Blow, suck and fuck. That's how he works. She know this. Sometimes he grabs a weapon to turn him on even more, she hates him.
"Rainbow Dash," Scootaloo called in the street. She left her house, the streets are nicer and cooler. She felt alive. But she was trapped by that face. Her face. It followed her everywhere. It wouldn't leave her alone. She was ugly. Dirty. Useless. "Hey squirt." She heard the voice, it was close but far. She turned around and saw Rainbow Dash. But as she went for a hug Rainbow Dash disappeared and pictures of Scootaloo's tombstone showed up. "Weakling your dead to me! Loser! I can't believe I called you my sister!" The words killed Scootaloo.
The booze was gone the cigarets were wet. She needed a job, or she needed to stop ruining her life. One of the two and option number one seemed more realistic. Mr. Caramel gave her A's as long as she sucked him and humped him. He was the principal as well. Who knew? She started sleeping more and more. One day she woke up with 'Fillyfooler' written on her face. She didn't care. Just to show that she didn't she walked up to the cutest colt in school and kissed him tung and all in front of everypony. She got what she wanted, to be left alone and suspension. Life sucked for her. She was throwing it all away and she didn't care. She missed he period twice in a row already. Maybe she is pregnant. Maybe she should tell somepony about her problems. Maybe she should stop drinking. Maybe means no. Its never going to happen.
Author's Note
I know it seems half assed but I'm very busy this week getting my eyebrow pierced and it's Christmas week! Yay! I promise my next chapter will be longer and way more eventful. Just bear with me guys! Merry Christmas and happy holidays!
She was going to kill herself today. It was her only option. The only way to escape the pain. She couldn't hang herself that would be weird. A Pegasi hanging herself. She laughed at the thought. She couldn't poison herself, that would hurt. But maybe she wanted it to hurt. She filled her blue water bottle with tequila. It was a new trick she could drink in public and no pony would notice. She drank around her friends whenever she went over she even drank in class. She only smoked at home. When she could stew on the smell. It hurt her lungs, she knew this but she loved the relaxing feeling it brought her. As she was putting the bottle in her bag she saw the glass. It really was beautiful. Long and clear, sharp to the point. She knew how it was going down. She was going to cut herself to death. It was perfect. Just perfect. Thinking of the scarlet blood made her giddy. Where would she do it? So everypony could see? Nopony knew where she lived. Nopony dare ask. School. It was perfect at lunch she would do it. She would sleep till then. She needed it.
She placed the glass on the wrist of her hoof. It was too easy. She was in the middle of the bathroom, nopony around. It was perfect. She wanted help and this was the only thing that would do it. But before the glass made contact with her wrist, blood dripped from her vagina, it wasn't her period. She feel to the ground feeling the sticky blood pool around her. Her vision was fuzzy as she saw Sweetie Belle walk in and scream. Everything went black.
"Hello Scootaloo," the voice said in the darkness. She couldn't see her but she knew who it was. Princess Luna.
"Hey squirt," she said with a worried smile on Her face, Scootaloo tried to move her hoof to touch her sister, but she couldn't. "I'm so sorry you were driven to do such horrible things, I wish you would have told me. I love you little sis, I would never hurt you." Scootaloo's eyes welded up with tears.
Scootaloo had a problem with the baby she don't know she was carrying. Well the two babies to be exact. They were hurt because of all the drinking she has been doing. She is two months along. The babies are Mr. Caramels. She didn't know why but that made her happy, just knowing that her father didn't give her her first foal, it was a beautiful feeling. She was living with Rainbow Dash now. Her cloud house was amazing. It was white with the faintest bit of blue. Everything was made of clouds. The couch, beds, counters and bookshelves. The other objects such as books, silverware, blankets and other normal house hold things were made of your everyday plain Jane materials. Her room was amazing. She had her prized photo, a signed autograph of Rainbow Dash, before they even knew each other personally. She had her quilt, now washed and fixed thanks to the always sweet Fluttershy. Her favorite book 'Cell' by the notorious Stephen King. And other things she has forgotten over the years. Her room was too big and it had everything she would ever need, other than two cribs. Everything she owned took up about half of the room. Plus the cribs and other baby things. The room was pretty much perfect.
Rainbow Dash had her heart set on keeping them, even if "He forced those kids into you," as Apple Jack put it when they talked about it.
The next three months went by in a blur of motion. Wake up eat, sleep, talk with Dash and sleep. She quit school. Her grades were amazing but he just couldn't face those foals. She hates being riddled with "It's okay," or "I'm so sorry." They don't mean it they don't even know her. The only ponies she talks to are the mane six and her former friends who don't want to talk to her at all. Her stomach exploded, it's so big she can balance a beer on it. Not that she can drink it, she wants her foals to be healthy and safe. She doesn't want them to face the same obstacles she did, it haunts her every single night she would wake up in a wet bed. All because of her upbringing. Those two semesters were total hell.
"Look Dash, I know it's hard to see her like this but the stress is hurting the foals. We need to get an ultra sound. I know she might not keep them and you don't want her attached but we need to do this," Twilight said getting the spell ready. It would bring up a picture of what's inside Scootaloo, the gender and due date will pop up as well. This will be fun. Even though Twilight was a responsible princess, who cared ever so deeply for Scootaloo, she still wanted to try out this spell.
"Okay, it's not going to hurt." She said when Scootaloo laid down on Twilights bed. The room looked like any other room, other than the fact that the walls were filled with bookshelves. Books of all sorts were there, big ones small ones, pink and blue as well. It was the total egg head room, everything was just so brown and bland. The bed sheets were blue, that was a start. Twilights horn started to glow a magenta like color. Her stomach felt ticklish as she saw the picture pop up in front of her. There were two foals, one was a earth pony an the other a pegasus. They were so big, not nearly big enough but big. She wondered how they fit inside her. She saw their muzzles touch ever so slightly as they moved around a little bit. She loved them. Even if they were forced into her, she just loved them.
"Dash we need to talk," Scootaloo said sitting at the table with a letter. It had the Wonder Bolts crest on it. Dash knew this was coming, she tried to hide it but Scootaloo has been home all the time, barely leaving. She slept in Dash's room almost every night she was bound to find it eventually.
Dear Rainbow Dash, it has come to my attention that you are one of the best fliers on all of Equestria, as you probably know Violet Sunset is going on maternity leave, we are going to need another pony to fill on and I just know you can do the part. If you can please us enough you may jut become a new member. With care, Spit Fire
"Why in buck did you not go! That was your big shot! Your dream and your wasting it all on me! Why? I'm useless! I'm brining two foals into your household, I'm going you another responsibility! If I don't already feel like such a burden I will after they push their little heads out!" She yelled throwing the letter to the ground. Dash flinched she had never seen Scootaloo so angry. She wanted to say why she didn't accept the offer. She wanted to tell her sister she isn't a burden. But when she tried to speak she couldn't, her throat felt dry. Scootaloo was now crying in a orange pile of fur and rage.
Author's Note
I know this chapter was on the sweeter side but Scootaloo needs it. Man she overcame lots of bad things only to have such horrible news! She just deserved a break and that's what this chapter is.
She was grounded. Not literally. No she was stuck inside a house, no flying, no walking or running. "It could hurt the foals." "It could damage Your ankles," "Your stomach already touches the ground when you stand up." She didn't want to hurt them, but she wanted to run, fly and be with her friends. She wanted this weight to be gone. She wanted her life back, and no matter how unrealistic that sounded she prayed for it ever sing night. According to Twilight her "Cuties," will be ready to come out in about a week. She was huge, it took her fifteen minutes to stand up. She waddled, never walking. Her back always hurt, her ankles were swollen and she found herself eating things she absolutely hated. with such a thing. Being pregnant is not all it's cracked up to be. Every single time the babies moved or kicked she cried. Not because she was so happy to be blessed with such an amazing gift. It's because it hurt like hell. Every single time Dash would always bring her meds to fix it. The pain never left; Her room turned into a nursery. With two cribs, one yellow and the other blue. She did not want her child wearing pink. Not in one million years. The cribs were full of multi colored stuffed animals and one quilt each. Sewn by the surprisingly skilled Fluttershy. Her dresser had foal clothing from Rarity. Each of a different design and color. Not that she was ever in there, she practically lived in the couch. Nopony except Twilight and Fluttershy came to visit her. She was very lonely. Even with her sister always by her side she wanted her friends. They haven't talked to her since she could remember. They were probably ashamed of her, sucked by the thought of a fourteen year old mare having foals. If you really thought about it, if anypony in their right mind saw it, they would think off her as a slut. Just like her friends. The thought brought a tear to Scootaloo's eye.
"But Apple Jack! Ah need ta see her!" Apple Bloom yelled trying to get past her older sibling. She was blocking the entrance to the barn. Apple Bloom didn't know why Apple Jack wasn't letting her go see Scootaloo. She knows that Scoots is with Dash up in Cloudsdale but Twilight can cast that spell on her, but Apple Jack wanted nothing to do with Scootaloo. She didn't want her sister hanging out with such a pony. Even if it was the rape and abuse how could she just drink alcohol. How could she just make such half brained decisions like keeping them? They will be known as the rape foals. They will be picked on bullied casted out. Nopony will accept them. They should just put them out of their misery. She didn't dare say the word out loud, she didn't even like thinking it. Apple Jacks face fell, seeing her sisters eyes so full of hope. Hoping her friend is okay. It made her feel horrible. She would go see her friend no matter what the situation even if they were in the burning pits of hell she would find them. Her eyes welded up, she put her head down allowing her hat to fall. Her sister was so big. So mature, she would be okay. She could handle the truth. Couldn't she?
"Sweetie Belle, we need to talk honey," Rarity said knowing that no matter how hard she tried her sister would soon find out. Her sister had discovered Scootaloo bleeding in the school but never questioned when Rarity explained that "Scootaloo had a stomach ache." Sweetie knew better, she knew that her friend was really sick. She knew that Rarity was just trying to make it sound better.
"Dash! Somepony is at the door!" Scootaloo yelled trying to sleep. Rainbow Dash hurried out of her room, her hair all messy and tangled from her 'Discussing important work matters' With Soarin of the Wonder Bolts. He respect the way Rainbow Dash wanted to stay by my side.
"We're so sorry we didn't notice," Sweetie Belle said staring at her bulging stomach.
The hospital was very nice, it was quiet and smelled like cleanliness, in all the rooms Scootaloo wasn't in. She was going into labour. Fluttershy passed out twice and was asked to leave the room. The other CMC members also left. Leaving Scootaloo, Rainbow Dash and the doctor.
Still born. That is the side effect of drinking while pregnant. That's what happened to Scootaloo's foal. The colt would have been beautiful, he had a light orange coat with a dark brown mane. She didn't want to see his eyes. He was dead, he died during birth, there was nothing she could do it wasn't her fault. But it was. Her filly was rather shocking in looks. She was orange just like her mother but her eyes were blue. Her mane was light brown and light purple. The brown was something that ran in Caramels family it seemed. On her left cheek just under her eye she had a little patch of brown. Very noticeable. Scootaloo thought her daughter was perfect. Just perfect and her son would have been beautiful too.
Scootaloo cried during the burial, Sunday Sunrise was buried beside her grandparents, Grandpa Shadow Core and Grandma Violet Ribbon. It was harder than she expected. Her first ever colt, was dead. It was all her fault. She wanted a drink. She wanted a smoke. She wanted to sleep and never wake up. But the she looked at her filly. Wrapped in her arms was a stuffed animal for her brother. A little blue frog. And she couldn't picture leaving her sight.
Author's Note
I wasn't going to post another chapter until after Christmas but my brain had a organism of ideas! I'm sorry that was a horrible way to describe it but I'm not posting anything else until after Boxing Day I promise it will be amazing also this is the last chapter of a dark day. I hope you enjoyed it I will probably do a super long epilogue or a sequel if you guys like that idea post it in the comments below also sorry it's so short:( till next time!
Thirteen years later.
"Come on mom! Your promised we could today!" Sunset yelled flying around the house. Scootaloo wasn't prepared for what was about to come. Her daughter was so young, she didn't want to explain to her who her father was. She asked every day, she cried about it wondering why everypony else has a dad and she doesn't. Today they were going to visit Mr. Caramel in jail. Rainbow Dash had promised to come leaving Soarin with Scootaloo's nephew Rainbow Dare. It was an odd name but Rainbow Dash wanted him to be named after Daring Doo and since he had a rainbow mane it was just a given. Soarin only wanted to name the next one. Rainbow Dare is just one year younger than Sunset Dash. They are the closest of friends.
"Evergreen, were leaving." Scootaloo said trough the kitchen doorway. Evergreen was her husband, he was a very nice and gentile Pegasus. His brown mane and light green coat were a perfect match for each other. Just like Scootaloo and him. He waved her out going back to sorting his seeds.
"Sunset, I want you to be careful when we get there, a lot of bad ponies go there all the time. It's very dangerous." Scootaloo said starting a lecture about personal safety inside the jail. Sunset wasn't listening she was too busy thinking of what her real father looked like. Rainbow Dash was flying under Scootaloo incase she lost her breath. Flying pregnant is hard, Rainbow Dash knew all to well. As Scootaloo continued talking about using her manners the jail came into view. Sunset Dash was getting really nervous, but definitely not as nervous as Scootaloo.
"Inmate 123467 you have a visitor." The guard yelled into the cell. Caramel opened his eyes slowly making sure to not disturb his cell mate Cold Heart, it's not like he hated the stallion but he wasn't very likable. Even in a prison you would expect to meet some nice stallions, like himself. He walked out of the cell ready to meet his visitor.
At first he didn't know who it was, two mares and one filly, why would they visit him? He hasnt gotten a visitor since his wife ten years ago filling a divorce. Then he heard the voice from the orange one. Scootaloo, she made it big becoming part of the wonder bolts. Her and Rainbow Dash do amazing duets or so he heard.
Evergreen was sitting on the couch with Sunset Dash on his lap. "Evergreen I'm late I'm sorry, please don't be mad." She was scared out of her life, her usually orange face was white. Evergreen was worried about why she was out so late. "It's fine don't worry honey. Sunset it's time for good little fillies to go to bed." He said wanting to question his wife. "Okay good night dad good night mom." She got up and left. "Honey what's wrong?" "I-I saw him," she whispered clutching Evergreen. He knew what she meant. She ran to her old abandoned house and laid in her closet to cry before she came home. It was either Cold Heart of Caramel she thought she saw.
"I know what you did to mommy, she is right. Your not my father." She got up and walked away. Rainbow Dash followed in suit and Scootaloo went to the table with Cold Heart.
Cold Heart didn't want visitors. After Rainbow Dash came and showed him a piece of her mind he was done. Just done. He didn't regret it, he enjoyed it. Felling every little muscle inside his daughter twitch was something he longed to feel once again. When he heard it was Scootaloo who came to visit him he was surprised.
"Mom, lets go see Sunrise Sunday." Sunset Dash said zooming toward the Cloudsdale grave yard.
Author's Note
Sorry I lied to you guys I posted this chapter on Christmas.
