"Scootaloo, are you okay?" Apple Bloom asked, addressing the filly in front of her.
"Yeah… you look kinda weird." Sweetie Belle added. "And what's this smell?"
"Oh, guys, I am so glad you're here. I have something to-" Scootaloo was about to finish that statement, but her eyes trailed off the two clueless fillies and shifted their focus to her upper right. She stared apathetically at a fixed point above one of the windows of the tree-house. As the moments flew past, her expression changed at an unnaturally slow pace, until she finally sported an astonishingly stupid grin that rivaled the infamous grins of Pinkie Pie herself, all the while looking at the same spot. "Whoa."
"Scootaloo?"
"Whoa, there's no need to be, like, loud and stuff, you guys. I feel…" Scootaloo rubbed her chin with her hoof, thinking of a term that did her state of mind justice.
"What? But we weren't-"
"Euphoric…" Scootaloo interrupted, her eyes widening as she revealed her state of mind. She allowed the final two syllables to fill in the gap of the following awkward silence, while trotting lazily over to the nearest window. She rested her front hooves on the windowsill and looked directly at the setting Sun nearing the horizon.
Scootaloo sighed happily as she tilted her head, looking back at her friends with a dreamy look on her face. "It feels like I'm walking on sunshine."
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle said nothing. They looked at each other, then at Scootaloo - who was back to staring out the window, and then back at each other. Sweetie Belle opened her mouth, trying to utter something, but nothing coherent escaped her. Scootaloo seemed completely out of this world. It was almost as if somepony had removed the brain from her skull, soaked it in hot water and put it back in. In other words, she was completely baked.
"Hey guys, have you ever wondered if…" Scootaloo paused. She suddenly seemed very distracted by something. Her head turned and spun in all possible directions like she was trying to follow a buzzing fly flying around her head. Yet, she continued trying to phrase her question. "…anypony has ever been…" Another pause, followed by more frantic head-turning. "…as far as decided… to…"
Apple Bloom frowned. "Alright Scoots, that does it." When Scootaloo was asking nonsensical philosophical questions, something was definitely wrong. She grabbed one of Scootaloo's front hooves and yanked her towards the exit of the tree-house. "Ah'm takin' ya to Nurse Redheart."
"Whoa, whoa, I'll go with you, okay? Just do one thing for me first, okay?" Scootaloo said evasively, although the lack of interest was still apparent in her voice.
Before Apple Bloom could give an answer, Scootaloo had already picked up a white, roughly cylindrical-shaped object from the floor. She held out the hoof containing the object, presenting it to Apple Bloom.
"Suck on it."
Apple Bloom tilted her head to her side. "What is that thing?"
Sweetie Belle gasped. "Is that… a CIGARETTE!?"
Scootaloo giggled. "No, you silly filly. This is… something else." Scootaloo turned back to Apple Bloom. "Suck on it, or I'm staying right here."
"Ugh, fine." Apple Bloom grabbed the object. It was roughly half a dozen centimeters in length, and its weight was negligible. Upon further investigation, the object appeared to be nothing more than a strip of paper wrapped around… Celestia only knows what. Interestingly, the object seemed burnt on one side.
Apple Bloom slowly moved the hoof holding the object towards her muzzle, until it finally met her lips. She sucked the unlit end of the object weakly, only allowing it to keep contact with her mouth for a split second.
"Okay, Ah sucked on it. Can we go now?"
Scootaloo kept her grin, and looked straight into the eyes of the farming filly in front of her. "Do it like you mean it."
Apple Bloom sighed. She moved her hoof back towards her head until the object met her lips again. She sucked long and hard. A few moments into the suction, a cough attempted to force itself from her lungs. After a relatively long period of trying to keep the cough on the inside of her body, it finally overpowered the orange filly. The cough surfaced, and it soon evolved into a violent coughing fit that forced her to fall down on her knees, dropping the object. Once her coughs finally subsided, she looked up at her friends.
Then, everything changed. Colours appeared more intense, sounds were softer - yet clearer, and everything felt... better. Even the air on her coat was different.
With a dumbfounded look on her face, Apple Bloom made one comment. "Whoa."
Scootaloo smiled. "I think she likes it."
Apple Bloom picked up the object and spent a few moments glaring at it. Strangely, it seemed pinker now than it did before. Her head slowly tilted upwards, until her eyes met the eyes of Sweetie Belle.
"Ya need ta try this, Sweetie Bell."
She was not entirely convinced that this was a good idea, but both her friends looked like they were enjoying themselves far too much. Her curiosity got the better of her.
Sweetie Belle sighed in defeat. She picked up the object, placed it in her mouth, and sucked on it. Remembering the words of Scootaloo, she had to suck hard. And that she did. Sweetie Belle seemed to be able to handle the smoke a lot better than Apple Bloom, as she managed to muffle the few coughs that surfaced after she stopped sucking. A few moments later, ecstasy took hold.
"Wooooah… this is…" Instead of finishing her statement, Sweetie Belle simply let out a euphoric moan while her dilated pupils seemed to completely lose focus.
"I know what you mean." Scootaloo stated. "Hey, are any of you hungry?"
"Yeah... I could eat an entire pig." Sweetie Belle replied.
The notion of eating a pig did not sit well with Apple Bloom. Although her farm was an apple farm, she had interacted with pigs on numerous occasions. She knew that they were intelligent creatures, and she certainly couldn't imagine eating one.
Scootaloo held up a hoof with an enlightened look on her face, catching the attention of her fellow crusaders. "Oh, guys. I have the craziest idea ever. Fluttershy has a pig, right? We could, like, taste it or something."
The idea got Sweetie Belle as excited as anypony could be while as toasted as she was. She was excited enough to start uttering the catch-phrase of their secret society, although it wasn't nearly as loud as it usually was. "Cutie Mark Crusaders, pig… uh… tasters?"
"Go." Apple Bloom added flatly, now apparently accepting the idea.
As if on cue, the Cutie Mark Crusaders set out on yet another quest for their cutie marks.
The three fillies awkwardly stumbled down the walkway from the tree-house to the ground below, and walked in the general direction of Fluttershy's cottage, completely ignoring all walkways. It would normally not have come as a surprise to the crusaders that there was an entire block of wooden houses in the way of their "path," but these were not - by any means, normal circumstances.
Walking on the grass with Scootaloo in front, the three fillies were caught up in a Kafkaesque discussion about how two Earth Ponies could have had twins of two different races, neither of them being the race of their parents, reflecting on the recent lesson Cheerilee had given the class on genetics. However, Apple Bloom was doing nearly all the talking while the other two mostly nodded and giggled, usually both.
"By Celestia's beard, this filly isn't making any-" Scootaloo's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden appliance of pressure to the side of her head, as if she had just walked into a building, which, as she soon realized, was exactly what happened.
By the time of that realization, the other two fillies, neither of which had bothered to look where they were walking, had both finished their intimate moments with the wall.
Scootaloo smirked and tried to suppress a laugh, before making a rather obvious statement. "I bumped into a house, you guys." More muffled laughter followed, while the other two fillies were still re-gaining their composure.
Once the two fillies were finally able to comprehend what had happened to them, Sweetie Belle gave the orange filly several agreeing nods, which clearly carried a tone of enthusiasm. "And it felt guh-reat!"
For some incomprehensible reason, Sweetie Belle glared at the wall with a very suggestive grin on her face. She walked the distance that had previously been covered in the recoil caused by her impact against the wall, and leaned against it with both her front hooves. She then positioned her face so that her muzzle was located mere millimeters above the surface of the wall between her hooves. "I wonder what you taste like…"
Her words caught her fellow crusaders completely by surprise. The look on Sweetie Belle's face, her composure and her last sentence made it all too clear what she was about to do. Scootaloo was visibly losing control of her sides, but Apple Bloom's jaw dropped, and she stood and stared at her light-grey Unicorn friend with impossibly wide eyes.
Sweetie Belle's lips parted in opposite directions and her tongue slid out of her orifice. Her oral muscle, which was unusually wet, approached, and made contact with the white coat of paint. Sweetie Belle kept her tongue in contact with the wall to savour the orgasmic feeling given to her by the discovery of a new taste. Sweetie Belle was clearly enthralled, considering the affectionate lick that followed. The motions of Sweetie Belle's tongue changed from a lick to many short swipes, which gradually sped up its movements, until it was hard at work at removing the dried paint from the surface.
Her hooves and tongue were now no longer the only parts of her body in contact with the wall. She was now leaning up against it in a way that only a bipedal creature would. Additionally, her front hooves were now spread out, as if she were trying to embrace the wall into a passionate hug.
Yet again, Sweetie Belle's motions sped up. At this point, saliva was leaking down from the spot under attack, all the way down to her chest. As if the current indicators of her enjoyment weren't enough, her hooves were now unpredictably stroking the wall, and she even started moaning.
Apple Bloom, who was still watching gleefully, started blushing furiously at the sounds of her friend. Scootaloo, however, had a completely predictable reaction. She had previously tried, and failed, to restrain all kinds of laughter during Sweetie Belle's session with the wall, but this sent her completely over the edge. Scootaloo succumbed to a completely unrestrained laughter-attack, causing her to tear up and to collapse off her hooves onto her back where she rolled around heartily. This was, without any reasonable doubt, the funniest occurrence she had ever observed.
Sweetie Belle looked like she had finally had enough. Panting, her hooves fell down to her sides, and her tongue, which was now partially covered with the powder of what had previously been dried paint stopped, although it did not recede into her mouth. Instead of dropping to her side onto her hooves, Sweetie Belle simply let gravity take hold of her until she fell down on her back next to the orange filly, breaking the thin strands of saliva that connected the upper parts of her body with the wall.
Sweetie Belle's tongue, which was now revealed by its slightly redder shade to be wounded, hung from the side of her mouth when she began talking.
"You guyth… that wall…" Sweetie Belle paused to catch her breath and to wipe the sweat of her face, "tathteth awethome."
"So… have you… have you…" Scootaloo stopped in mid-sentence in an attempt to drown her own laughter. "Have you had enough… 'Sweaty Belle?'" She finished in a mocking tone, which was followed by her laughing obnoxiously at her own pun.
The joke seemed to snap Apple Bloom out of her trance, although her blush was far from gone. She, along with Sweetie Belle, nervously joined in on the laughter, which was rudely cut short just moments later by a loud, elderly stallion that started shouting profanities out of an open window on the second floor above them.
"DAMN FOALS! GET OFF MY LAWN!"
The crusaders complied and giggled their way towards the exit of the lawn. Scootaloo even told him to "chill out," which was answered by a cluster of apples flying their way, prompting them to walk a tad faster.
On their way out, Sweetie Belle grabbed one of the apples that had been thrown at them, and begun chomping on it, even though its impact with the ground had crushed a sizable portion of it. The young Unicorn was clearly enjoying the apple to the fullest, which was made obvious by the gargling sound made by her throat.
The fillies hadn't noticed yet that the Sun had been replaced by the Moon a long time ago, which would've provided them with an explanation as to why the old stallion had been so grumpy. But the fillies simply didn't care about the time of day, or in this case, night.
Apple Bloom, who was trotting behind Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, couldn't help but notice how pretty the two fillies in looked in the moonlight. Their bouncing manes, their majestic tails, their mesmerizing motion of their haunches…
After a few minutes of mindlessly wandering around the center of Ponyville, the two fillies abruptly stopped, causing Apple Bloom to bump into the part of Sweetie Belle that she had almost begun fantasizing about.
Apple Bloom regained her composure and stepped forwards to look for the reason of their sudden stop. And she got her answer. Right in front of them stood a pitch-black cat, who looked very intimidated by the audience that suddenly gathered around it.
"D'aaaaaaaaaaaaaw!" Scootaloo exclaimed while making an adorable face.
Scootaloo approached the cat. She made an attempt to pick it up, but she instantly regretted it. The cat hissed and swung its paw at the orange filly, scratching her cheek, before running away.
Scootaloo seemed more disappointed than hurt. A few moments later, blood starting pouring out of three parallel cuts on the side of Scootaloo's face.
Sweetie Belle gasped. "Whoa, Scoots, is that blood?"
Scootaloo giggled. "Does it look like blood?" She asked rhetorically.
Scootaloo was about to laugh, but to her surprise, Sweetie Belle practically jumped on her. They wrestled there for a while, laughing maniacally, until Sweetie Belle finally managed to pin Scootaloo to the ground.
The situation made Sweetie Belle feel something she had never felt before. The feeling of being in complete control, of being able to do just about anything she wanted to somepony felt amazing. She was in the perfect situation, and she was going to use it.
Scootaloo was unsure what was happening, but Sweetie Belle's bloodshot eyes staring at her bleeding cheek made her somewhat uncomfortable. To make matters worse, Sweetie Belle opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, and her head started advancing towards the injured area of Scootaloo's cheek. A shiver went down Scootaloo's spine when Sweetie Belle's tongue began lapping up the blood on her cheek. But moments later, she broke into inevitable laughter.
Scootaloo panted in between laughter attacks while Sweetie Belle showed no signs of stopping. "Sweetie… it tickles! Stop it!" Scootaloo started convulsing violently on the ground, but Sweetie Belle was not about to release her grip on the defenseless Pegasus until she was finished with her.
The jaw-dropping scene of the two fillies wrestling for domination in front of Apple Bloom triggered all kinds of new feelings and emotions that she had never experienced before. Feelings and emotions that made her feel warm and sweaty in all kinds of places.
"This… this is strangely satisfying…" Apple Bloom thought to herself as drool started to leak down her muzzle.
Much to Apple Bloom's disappointment, Sweetie Belle stopped forcing herself on Scootaloo, and released the still-laughing filly.
"Enjoying yourself, Apple Bloom?" Sweetie Belle asked, noticing how the filly was looking at them.
"I, um…" Apple Bloom stuttered as the colour of her face slowly turned to that of a tomato.
Scootaloo's laughter finally diminished, allowing her to speak. "Oh man, this stuff is really messing us up…" Scootaloo said, obviously referring to the substance wrapped inside the white object that they had previously sucked on.
An awkward silence filled the atmosphere for the next few minutes. This had certainly been an eventful day, but their crusade was not yet over.
Sweetie Belle broke the silence. "Hey! I can see Fluttershy's cottage from here! Let's go!"
Apple Bloom yawned. "Nah. It's awful late. Mah sister'll start fumin' if Ah don't get home soon."
Scootaloo gave Apple Bloom an agreeing nod. "Now that you mention it, it is really late. I better get going too."
The three fillies said their goodbyes and waved each other off as they went their separate ways. Sweetie Belle however, was not satisfied with ending her day of crusading at this point. She still didn't have her cutie mark. She still had a duty to fulfill.
There was still a pig that needed to be tasted.
On her way to Fluttershy's cottage, the young Unicorn couldn't help but wonder what a pig tasted like. Salty, perhaps? Or maybe more on the sweet side? Maybe it wouldn't taste good at all.
Impossible. Everything she had tasted, including the air itself, had tasted better than she could ever have imagined after she inhaled the magical smoke.
She had arrived at Fluttershy's cottage. She briefly considered knocking on the door, but decided against it when she noticed that the lights were off, not to mention she would probably not be all that happy about the purpose of her visit. So she simply walked around the house until she reached the area between the cottage and the Everfree Forest.
And right there inside a muddy area stood a huge pig in all of its glory. The pig was smaller in height than an average Earth Pony stallion, but it was nearly as wide as it was tall, which made it look so heavy that its ability to walk was questionable at best. The look on its face was the look that told a story of decades of pain and hardships, although to the intoxicated Sweetie Belle, it was nothing more than a sad frown. The pig was a very light shade of pink, although it was partially covered with mud. It had flaccid ears, thin legs, a long snout, a very silly-looking curly tail, and small, brown-ish eyes.
Sweetie Belle was so excited at the sight of the delicious pig that her upper eyelids nearly curled up into her skull, never to be found again. Her mouth opened, her tongue stuck out and she happily bounced towards the pig, drooling all over the ground below her. Upon her final landing, Sweetie Belle slowly approached the pig, inhaling the smell of the creature. In direct contrast to the Unicorn filly, the pig looked very uninterested in the invasion of its area.
Grinning devilishly, Sweetie Belle eyed the pig's rump.
"Let's have some fun…"
A few hours had already passed and Apple Bloom was still feeling the effects of the puff of smoke from that fateful moment in the tree-house.
Judging from the position of the moon, it was well past midnight. She was fully aware that her family was going to figuratively roast her alive and eat her with all kinds of apple-related condiments for staying out so late, but she simply did not care. The only reason she was going home at all was because despite all the effects of the smoke that she inhaled, it did not keep her from getting tired. If anything, it made her more tired.
At this point, a meteorite could have landed next to Apple Bloom's feet without gaining any sort of attention from the filly, as meteorites are not edible.
It would normally take her just ten minutes to cover the distance to the apple orchard from Fluttershy's cottage, but in this state, it would probably take at least three times longer.
The more she forgot about how tired she was, the more she noticed an even more prevalent feeling, this one centered in her stomach. She hadn't really eaten anything on her trip, since she had been focusing more on... other things. Even though she wanted more than anything to stay with the other two fillies to taste the pig, a voice in her head kept telling her that she must return home. Interestingly, it was the voice of her older sister.
Apple Bloom was having a hard time choosing if this was a sign that her high was diminishing or a sign that it was actually increasing, even though that made no sense. Oddly enough, making sense didn't really make sense to the filly anymore, so she shrugged off the thought.
Suddenly, beautiful, shining colours, all packed in one spot caught the eyes of the Earth Pony filly. Looking more closely, she noticed that instead of one cluster of shining colours, there were two, who appeared to be connected to each other by a thin, dark strand. Furthermore, they both seemed to flap gracefully up and down, allowing the shiny object to fly effortlessly through the air.
This seemed eerily familiar, but Apple Bloom simply couldn't put her hoof on it. Was Rainbow Dash suddenly the size of a butterfly?
Wait... that is a butterfly! Apple Bloom thought, giving herself a stupid grin.
The butterfly took a few moments to fly around the filly who looked at it with all her "Ooh's" and "Aah's," before it landed right on her muzzle.
The sudden fest of shiny colours almost overwhelmed Apple Bloom. She froze, lost control of all her facial muscles which resulted in uncountable twitches and a jaw-drop so violent that it very nearly dislocated.
And then, her hunger spiked.
Apple Bloom very, very carefully sat down on her haunches to avoid scaring the butterfly off. She succeeded, and then proceeded to carefully clamp one of its wings between her front hooves, trapping it in her grasp.
Apple Bloom's heartbeat went up as far as the high allowed it to go. In her hooves was the most delicious-looking thing she had ever seen in her entire life. This butterfly contained all, if not more than all of the colours in a rainbow. To Apple Bloom, each of these colours represented a different taste.
In one sweeping motion, Apple Bloom put the struggling butterfly into her mouth, and chomped on it. Just as she expected, it tasted unlike any kind of food she had grown up with. This was more crunchy. What she didn't expect, was that the butterfly didn't actually taste all that heavenly. The taste was tolerable, but nothing more than that. So she swallowed the crushed insect and went on her way.
Clearly, butterflies are better admired than eaten.
When she was about halfway to her destination, a strange voice suddenly whispered to her from the direction of a nearby house.
"Psst... hey kid... I have candy. You want some?"
In a dark alleyway stood the confirmation that the voice was not imaginary. Apple Bloom could only make out that this was a grey stallion wearing a black trench coat.
The very thought of eating candy completely rid the mind of the filly of any common sense that had not been taken away by her intoxication.
"Oooooh, maaaaaan! Candy would be aaaawesome! Apple Bloom replied, not sparing any use of vowels.
The filly walked away with the mysterious stranger, completely forgetting about Sweet Apple Acres.
Apple Bloom was never seen or heard from again.
Back in a familiar area, a small white Unicorn lay curled up with a rather large, sleeping pig. The Sun was almost up high enough to shine its warm rays on Ponyville.
When the rays of the sun finally settled on Sweetie Belle, the warmth woke her up. Like every other morning, she took a few moments to absorb the first sensations of her day. While it was quite a surprise that she had been sleeping outside and that she was covered in mud, one particular sensation stood out to her. It felt as if someone was prodding her on the backside with a stick.
Sweetie Belle's eyes widened as the memories of yesterday hit her like a ton of weed. The ton of weed was joined by a cold wave of pure horror when she realized the cause of the sensation on her backside.
Sweetie Belle sprung up off her hooves. In a complete surge of panic, the filly screamed off the top of her lungs while running around as if the world was coming to an end.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH WHATHAVEIDONEWHATHAVEIDONEWHATHAVEIDONEWHATHAVEIDONE?!?!?!"
Fluttershy, who always got up early in the morning to take care of her animals, instantly recognized the voice of the filly in distress. She hurried out of her cottage only to discover a partly mud-covered Sweetie Belle still screaming louder than would be imaginable for any other pony, save for the other two crusaders.
"Um, Sweetie Belle?"
No response.
"Sweetie Belle?"
When the filly still kept on screaming, ignoring everything around her, Fluttershy understood that this was not something that could be solved with mere words. It was a relief to the yellow Pegasus to a certain extent, since words were usually a weakness to her.
Fluttershy stepped into the path that the running and screaming filly was on, capturing her in a tight, affectionate embrace. Sweetie Belle immediately buried her head under Fluttershy's wing and broke into tears.
Fluttershy smiled and wrapped her wings around the crying filly. "There, there, just let it all out." She figured that it was best not to pressure the young filly into telling her what had happened, since it seemed much more serious than the usual teasing she and her friends sometimes had to tolerate from their classmates. This was best left for a family member, or if necessary, a professional.
Sweetie Belle tried to stop crying to talk to say something to the yellow Pegasus. "I messed up, Fluttershy. I did some really stupid things." She said, looking up at her.
Fluttershy gave the filly her most comforting smile. "Don't worry about it. Let's just get you home."
Fluttershy led the sobbing Unicorn towards Rarity's boutique, neither of them saying a single word the whole way.
Inside the boutique, Rarity was still sleeping. She had been well aware of Sweetie Belle's absence, and spent the better part of the previous night trying to track her down without success. Unsurprisingly, she found out from Applejack that her little sister Apple Bloom also didn't come home, probably for the same reason as Sweetie Belle. These fillies were always doing crazy things together.
"Um… Rarity?"
"GAAAAH!" Rarity jumped and fell out of her bed, but was saved from landing on her muzzle by a surprisingly quick-to-react Fluttershy.
"Fluttershy? What are you doing here, dear?" Rarity asked.
"Well, um… thing is… I found Sweetie Belle in my-"
"YOU FOUND MY SWEETIE BELLE? WHERE IS SHE?!" Rarity yelled, positioning her face mere centimeters away from the Pegasus's muzzle.
"She… she's in the shower." Fluttershy replied nervously.
The faint watery noise in the background confirmed Fluttershy's words, alleviating Rarity's worries. "I see. Thank you Fluttershy. Now tell me, what happened?"
"Well, when I found her outside my cottage, she was covered in mud. She was really upset, so I calmed her down and brought her here. I don't know exactly what happened, but she probably spent the night in the mud with Mister Tiny." Fluttershy explained meekly.
"Mister Tiny?" Rarity asked with a puzzled, yet shocked look on her face. She had guessed as to what Mister Tiny was, but she didn't want to believe it.
"He's a pig." Fluttershy finished, smiling awkwardly.
Even though this was exactly what Rarity had expected to hear, she still couldn't hide the horrified look on her face. The thought of Sweetie Belle spending a night in the mud with a pig was… revolting.
Rarity tried to speak, but she simply couldn't find the words to express her emotions, which was very unusual for the normally well-spoken Unicorn.
The noise in the background stopped. Rarity and Fluttershy both took notice, so they both walked out of Rarity's bedroom to the bathroom. The door creaked open, and out stepped a damp Unicorn filly, who had an apologetic look on her face.
"Hey sis…" Sweetie Belle said, looking down at her hooves.
Rarity briefly contemplated scolding her, but the sight of her little sister provoked feelings of relief and joy that simply did not allow her to. Instead, Rarity did the only appropriate thing in this situation. That is, to wrap her sister up in the most affectionate hug the sisters had ever shared.
"Oh Sweetie Belle, don't you ever do that again. I don't know what I'd do without you."
A faint smile appeared on Sweetie Belle's face. Instead of replying, she allowed the hug to speak for itself.
Standing a few meters away, Fluttershy squeed in delight at the sight of the reconciling sisters in front of her. "I should go." She said, turning her body to face the exit.
"Of course, dear." Rarity replied, releasing her filly sister from her grasp. "Oh, and Fluttershy? Thank you."
Halfway to the exit, Fluttershy stopped. She turned her head back to look at her friend and her sister, giving them a warm smile. "Glad I could help." Fluttershy then left the building.
"Now, Sweetie Belle. Would you mind explaining-" Rarity stopped in mid-sentence. Like so many times today, Rarity wore a shocked look, this time directing it at the blank flank of her younger sister.
Except it wasn't blank. On Sweetie Belle's flank was the image of a muzzle of a pony licking a vague, undefined surface.
Throughout her life, Rarity had seen many cutie marks. Some big or small, flashy or nearly unnoticeable, while others were clearly fake. And this abomination on Sweetie Belle's flank was no fake.
Images of her sister and the pig in the kind of situation that her new special talent insinuated forcefully surfaced in Rarity's mind, only to be figuratively ripped apart, burned, salted and buried in the ground forever.
Rarity turned her head to look into Sweetie Belle's emerald eyes, also pointing at her flank. "SWEETIE BELLE! WHAT IN ALL OF EQUESTRIA HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?!"
Sweetie Belle looked confused, until she followed her sister's hoof to her flank, revealing the symbol of her special talent. The young filly always imagined that the first time she saw her cutie mark would be something she would always remember as one of the happiest moments of her life. Instead of joy, just one thought filled the filly's mind when looking at her cutie mark.
"Shit."
Back in a certain tree-house, an orange Pegasus filly woke from her peaceful slumber.
Scootaloo rose from her bed, looking outside the window at the world. "Another beautiful day in paradise."
Scootaloo was happy. She had slept well, the Sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the previous day had been among the very best days of her life.
"Time for breakfast." Scootaloo thought to herself.
Scootaloo stepped out into the sunshine and took a deep breath of morning air, soaking in the following feeling of peace and serenity.
Instead of walking down the walkway to the ground below, Scootaloo stretched her wings, cracking a few joints. With a determined look on her face, Scootaloo gracefully leapt up into the air, aiming for a tree in the vicinity, Scootaloo glided nearly thirty meters, carefully adjusting her wings to keep her aloft, until she entered the leafy part of the tree. For a split second, her view was completely blocked by leaves in her eyes, only allowing her a precious few moments to react to colliding with a large branch. She successfully caught on to the branch, hugging its side right before skillfully flinging her body on top of it.
So far, this had been her least flawed flight from the tree-house into the tree. It surely wouldn't be long until her growth allowed her to use her wings for true flight, not just gliding.
Scootaloo picked a well grown apple from the tree and took a bite out of it.
"Sweet Celestia, this apple is awesome!"
Scootaloo took her time eating the apple to admire the beauty of the tree and its inhabitants, which included a very curious squirrel that jumped towards her, obviously wanting a bite of the apple.
"Oh, you're just too cute. Here you go. Have a bite." Scootaloo presented the apple to the squirrel, allowing it to take a bite. The squirrel took a sniff of the apple before biting a small chunk out of it. These things were cute beyond belief. It was suddenly very understandable to the orange filly that Fluttershy had taken such a liking to these critters.
As that thought raced past, the squirrel happily jumped on Scootaloo's shoulder, giving the side of her head a hug. Scootaloo could hear that the squirrel was still chewing the apple, nearly giving her a heart attack from pure cuteness.
The squirrel squeaked and jumped away.
Scootaloo finished the apple and decided it was time for more important things. She jumped off the branch and glided back towards the tree-house, landing near the bottom of the walkway that led to the entrance. She trotted up into the headquarters of their secret society.
Scootaloo briefly wondered what her two friends were doing right now, but she brushed off that thought. They were probably back in their comfortable homes, doing whatever. It didn't bother Scootaloo at all. As far as she was concerned, life was great.
"All right then…" Scootaloo said to nopony in particular. She opened a drawer next to her sleeping spot and picked up a small, wooden box.
"Now... let's get this party started!" Scootaloo said to herself, wearing a wide grin.
An inscription was carved on the box.
Spike's stash
Keep out!
tl;dr: dont do drugs lol
