Scootaloo's Bad Life (So Far)
Scootaloo was walking home from another one of her Cutie Mark Crusaders meetings as slow as she could. Most fillies would try to get home to relax, but for Scootaloo, the word "relax" never existed when she was at home. The only words were "hit", "abuse", "starvation", and other bad words. Scootaloo never had one good day at home, ever since her father, Dark Cloud, died from a bleed-out after accidentally stabbing himself in the neck with a butcher's knife. Dark Cloud treated Scootaloo like a princess. Scootaloo always was fed well, treated with respect, and given the love she needed. But after his death, her mother, Light Cloud, was in charge of her. Light Cloud blamed Scootaloo for Dark Cloud's death, just because he was cooking for Scootaloo when the knife impaled him. Scootaloo was abused for unnecessary reasons. She was abused if she ate without permission, if she came home late from school, if she didn't complete one of her chores correctly, if she left the house without permission, even if she wet herself or wet the bed. She has been abused so much, she has no control over her bladder. Both Light Cloud and Scootaloo knows this, but Light Cloud doesn't care. She would hit Scootaloo over and over with a cable every single time she wet herself, which is the reason why Scootaloo spends so much time sitting on the toilet. Every time she drinks something, she immediately goes to the bathroom to sit down for a while to avoid having another accident.
Scootaloo finally reached her house. Her house was falling apart. Every single door creaked, the roof sagged and leaked, and the electricity was very bad. The only lights that worked were the ones in Light Cloud's room. Other than that, it was pitch-dark. Scootaloo was always trying to sneak a light in there somehow, but was always unsuccessful. Scootaloo cracked the door open and peeked. Nothing. Light Cloud was gone. Scootaloo noticed a note on the inside of the front door. She picked up the note.
Hey you pathetic filly,
I'm going to be gone all day. I'm staying the night at my boss' house for a "promotion". I want every single chore to be done by the time I get back! I left you some cereal and milk to eat. You are only allowed to eat that. Do not touch anything else! If I come home and see any puddles on the floor, you'll be sorry!!! I'll be back at 10:00 tonight.
Your mother,
Light Cloud
Scootaloo put on a half smile after reading the note. She was happy because she was finally going to be alone. But also, she was a little annoyed. Light Cloud was always trying to get with another stallion, hoping to successfully get with one. Scootaloo didn't want her to. She didn't want anypony else to replace her father's place, especially not somepony who only her mother knew.
Her stomach growled loudly, making Scootaloo go into the kitchen. She went over to the refrigerator and opened it. That's when her muzzle was attacked by a horrible stench. Holding her muzzle, she picked up the milk carton. That's where the smell was coming from. The milk was five months past its expiration date. Scootaloo tossed the carton into the trash and went back into the refrigerator. That's when she spotted a few tasty, delicious treats. Scootaloo's mouth watered at the sight. The fridge was full of things that Scootaloo wasn't allowed to touch. Cookies, pudding, gelatin, cakes, cheesecake, and other very sweet things. Scootaloo really wanted to eat one of the treats, but knew that if she did, Tartarus would strike again. Scootaloo just sat down with a glass of water and a box of dry, unflavored Cheerios.
After her "dinner", Scootaloo sat down on the couch in the living room. She wanted to watch television, but it didn't work. Scootaloo just laid there, very bored. Scootaloo wanted to leave and spend time with one of her friends, but didn't feel comfortable leaving the house. Scootaloo was so bored, she decided to just go to bed. She got up off the couch That's when she heard a trickling sound and felt a wetness. She looked down. She was wetting herself, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Scootaloo waited for it to stop, and then sighed. She got a scrubbing brush and a bucket of soapy water and cleaned up the puddle. Scootaloo felt like a foal. wetting herself all the time, and being unable to stop it.
After cleaning up the puddle, she went up to her pitch-dark room, and went over to her box. Scootaloo didn't have a bed. Light Cloud told her until she stopped having accidents, she was not getting a bed, even though she knows about Scootaloo's poor control over her bladder. All Scootaloo had to sleep in was a big box, a pillow, and a sheet that was stained with a strange white goo and urine, and had several holes in it. Scootaloo laid down in the box. The box was also stained and reeked of urine. Scootaloo knew she had to fight it. She knew if she even touched her mother's bed, if wouldn't be pretty.
Scootaloo covered herself up with the sheet. The sheet smelled very bad. It was too much for Scootaloo's muzzle to take. Scootaloo threw the sheet off of herself. She laid back down. That's when another stench attacked her muzzle. She thought it was the box, but it wasn't. She sniffed around to find the source. She finally found it when she sniffed herself. She was seriously musty. Her own stench was making her cough. She hadn't showered in a long time. The only shower was in her mother's bathroom, which she wasn't allowed to use. The only thing she gets close to a shower is when her mother complains that Scootaloo's smell makes her sick, she was allowed to use the shower for about one minute or was blasted with the cold water hose, depending on what kind of day she was in.
Scootaloo had to do everything she could to ignore the foul smell. She finally was able to lay down and slowly drift off to sleep.
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10:00 PM
Scootaloo woke up with a shrill scream and heavy breathing. Once again, she had a nightmare. Scootaloo had many nightmares ever since Light Cloud started abusing her. Scootaloo cried into her own hooves, not because she was scared, but because she was ashamed of herself. Scootaloo hated when she had a nightmare. It made her feel like a foal. Scootaloo kept calling herself a foal every time she had a nightmare or every time she wet herself. Scootaloo hugged her pillow, and imagined it was her father. She could feel Dark Cloud's warm coat on her face. She could hear him say, "It's OK, Scootasweetie. You're safe".
Scootaloo could remember when she had nightmares and Dark Cloud would comfort her. "Scootasweetie" was her nickname that her father gave her. She was only called that by him. Nopony, not even Light Cloud, called her that. Dark Cloud wasn't just her father, he was her best friend. Scootaloo really, really wished he would come back.
Scootaloo heard a door open. Her eyes went big. Light Cloud was back. Scootaloo immediately got back into the box and covered herself up with the foul smelling sheet. But about five minutes later, the sheet was ripped off of her. Scootaloo looked at Light Cloud with half-closed eyes to make it look like she was sleeping.
"Get up!", Light Cloud said, "You sleep too much!". Scootaloo got up. A bad smell reached her muzzle. This time, it was alcohol. Applejack Daniels, Light Cloud's favorite drink. She always drank too much, and would come home drunk. Scootaloo watched her mother waddle out of the room. On her way, Light Cloud fell to her knees and puked on the floor. Way too much Applejack Daniels. After that, she got back up and looked at Scootaloo.
"Clean that up!", she said, then walked out. Scootaloo sighed and got a wipe from her closet. After cleaning up the puke, Scootaloo's stomach rumbled. She was starving. She walked down to the kitchen. Before she could even open the refrigerator, she fell to the floor, feeling a very sharp pain in her back. She looked up, seeing Light Cloud holding a cable.
"Not a single one of the chores were done!", she said. Her voice slurred heavily. "Why didn't you do them?!"
"I...I...", Scootaloo tried to say. The pain was so bad. "I fell asleep, Mom".
"LIAR!", Light Cloud said, hitting Scootaloo with the cable again. This time, the cable hit her right on her neck. Scootaloo cried in pain. "You couldn't have! You stupid filly!!" Over and over she hit Scootaloo with the cable on her flank. Scootaloo cried hard and tried to squirm away, but Light Cloud was holding her tight. After receiving 100 hits, Scootaloo's bladder released itself.
"You pathetic little filly!", Light Cloud said, "Pissing yourself like the foal that you are!!". Light Cloud stopped hitting Scootaloo. However, Scootaloo went from scared, to angry. Light Cloud just called her a foal. Scootaloo struggled to her hooves. The exact moment Light Cloud turned around, Scootaloo grabbed a knife and stabbed her in the back. Light Cloud fell to the ground and pulled the knife out. Scootaloo knew she was screwed. She was going to run away. Right when Light Cloud got back up, Scootaloo opened the front door and ran for her life. "SCOOTALOO!!!!!" Scootaloo didn't stop running.
"Fine!", Light Cloud yelled, "Keep running! You have no where to go! I hope you die!!"
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Scootaloo ran for a long time, not even daring to stop. After running for two minutes, she hid in a dark alley. She was alone. Scootaloo cried into her hooves. She felt horrible. Guilt and shamefulness teamed up on her. She prayed to Celestia and Dark Cloud, telling them she was sorry. After that, Scootaloo's eyes got heavy. She fell asleep, hoping somepony would help her.
