One small step for mare-kind
Chapter One:
Scootaloo woke up on the park bench feeling perkier than usual. Probably because it was her birthday.
"I know nopony cares about me, but it's finally my birthday! I'm another year older, and soon I'll be able to do things fillies could never do!" She exclaimed.
Scootaloo laid her newspaper bedspread out nice and neat, and grabbed an apple core from the garbage for breakfast. As she began trotting along, a breeze came along and blew away the newspaper.
The not-so-little-anymore filly pranced around the park as per her usual daily routine, waiting for somepony to talk to her but never starting the conversation herself. Today she had a little more spring in her step, hopping about twenty percent higher than usual. After about thirty-six or so laps around the park, the sun began to rise.
Scootaloo paused for a moment to watch the massive yellow-orange sphere of scorching inferno in the sky. While it made her warm, it never made her warm and fuzzy like the occasional eavesdropped conversations she hears like to imply. After two minutes of staring at the sun, she decided her eyes hurt and continued to prance around the park.
She had traveled an equivalent of six hundred thousand centimeters when the school bell next to the park began to rang as it usually does. Scootaloo continued her trampled path around the park while keeping her head fix'd on the students entering the school.
Maybe I'll go there someday. those desks would be comfy to sleep on, she thought. Without noticing, she bumped into something and fell over. Scootaloo picked herself up, and found herself face-to-face with a bright pink Earth Pony. Scootaloo stared at her. The other pony stared back. Several seemingly long moments passed, and the pony that wasn't Scootaloo opened her mouth.
"Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!" She said, "I couldn't help but notice that you bumped into me and I'd like to say that I'm so-"
"Hi, I'm Scootaloo," said Scootaloo, "Today's my birthday!"
Another set of several seemingly long moments passed, and the pony that wasn't Scootaloo opened her mouth again.
"Oh... ok..." she said wearily, "How old are you now?" Wow... this kid is really weird. She's, like, sucking the life outta me or something.
"Old enough to know that I'm a big pony now! I want to do things that older mares do!" She said excitedly. Right now, the excitement came from the fact that this conversation made it past thirty words. at that moment, Scootaloo knew this was a special day.
"A big pony, huh? Do you know what big ponies even do?" Pinkie asked, suddenly intrigued.
"Yea! They...uh... play checkers with all twelve pieces on their side! And they get the big meals at McDash's!"
Pinkie looked at Scootaloo long and hard. She relaxed her glance and smiled gently.
"Well, come by Sugarcube Corner tonight, Scootaloo. I'll have a... special birthday present for you."
"Wow! Really?" Scootaloo asked happily, "Wait a minute... promise that my present is for big ponies?"
"Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!" Pinkie assured.
"Are you mocking me?"
"What? No I'm not mocking you."
"Then why do you want to fly so bad?"
"Wha-? I...I don't know what you mean."
"And why would you stick a cupcake in your eye? That's just weird."
"Look... do you want your present or not?"
"I'm just happy to be talking to someone."
"You're making me work hard for this, aren't you... Sugarcube Corner, tonight. That's if you want a present only for big ponies." The normally happy pony walked away shaking her head.
"Yay! I'm getting a birthday present! I'm getting a birthday present! I'm getting a birthday present!" Scootaloo chanted as she continued her laps around the park, fluttering her wings as she hopped. the fluttering added about sixty-three point seven percent of a nose to her jumps. The school-bell rang a few hours later, and the school-foals scrambled to the same park. Scootaloo lost track of who was her among the ponies, and left the park feeling a little dizzy. She decided that she might as well start wandering Ponyville in hopes of bumping into another pony who'll talk to her so she can ask them where Sugarcube Corner is.
She was getting cocky after one conversation, and was hoping for a new record: 2 in one week.
Chapter Two:
Pinkie Pie was starting to get annoyed. It was almost midnight and Scootaloo still did not show up to Sugarcube Corner.
Sweet Celestia, where is that silly filly? She said this was her first time, maybe she's scared. But that can't be, she seemed so excited for what I have in store for her. Oh! Speaking of store, I need to remember to close up shop before I go to bed. Oh! Speaking of close, I need to return this outfit to Rarity. She said she needed it back ASAP for a special somepony. Oh! Speaking of sap, I need to make sure to refill the syrup barrels before I close the shop after giving Rarity her special outfit! Speaking of special, where is that silly filly?
As if to answer her question, there were several knocks at the door. Pinkie made her way to the door, but it opened on its own. Sure enough, Scootaloo trotted into the store, balancing an empty, upside-down, milk bottle on her back.
Scootaloo blankly stared at Pinkie Pie for two and five-eighths minutes until the pony that wasn't Scootaloo opened her mouth.
"Hi Scootaloo!" She said happily. Don't get too excited, Pinkie, you don't want to waste any of that energy.
"Hi lady who has my present!" Scootaloo greeted.
"What took you so long? And.... uhh... why do you have a milk bottle on your back?"
"Woah woah woah, one question at a time, present lady. I'm not asking you a bajillion things am I?"
I..Is she serious? "Fine... what took you so long?" Pinkie asked.
"Nopony would bump into me when I went around Ponyville."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"I don't talk to other ponies unless they talk to me first. I found out the best way to talk was to bump into somepony! So that's why I'm late."
"Wait... what does not talking to anypony have to do with being late?"
"I didn't know where this place was."
"And you were able to bump into somepony this late at night to ask where Sugarcube Corner is?"
"No, I found out where this place was hours ago. I was staring at the big white glowy thing in the sky."
"The moon?"
"Is that what it's called? I was thinking of naming it Scootaloo-Two, since it didn't look like it had any owner or anything."
Pinkie realized that conversation wasn't getting them any closer to her bedroom.
"Well isn't that special! Hey! I have your present!" She said, pretending to be interested in Scootaloo's story.
"What!? Really? Go get it!" Scootaloo replied.
I don't know if she's really this clueless or just teasing me, but either way it's making me really want to give it to her.
"I need you to come upstairs with me, I don't want to drop it or anything," Pinkie said after thinking of a way to coax the orange filly into her bedroom.
"Can't you use your magic?" Scootaloo genuinely asked. Pinkie Pie was dumbfounded.
"I-you-I-magic.... Oh Forget it!" She said out of frustration. She kicked the milk bottle off of Scootaloo's flank and grabbed her by the back of the neck with her mouth. She picked up the young pegasus and laid her on her back.
"Was that what was on my back?" Scootaloo asked, "I thought it was a new hat stand. But it was weighing me down. Thanks!"
As Pinkie ascended the staircase, she couldn't help but smile at the innocence and naivete that Scootaloo possessed. It reminded her of her days as a young filly. She also felt pity for the young pony, being able to be so happy despite being so out of place. Pinkie Pie felt warm inside knowing she was moments away from filling the filly with immense joy.
Chapter Three:
Pinkie finished climbing the stairs and made her way to her bedroom. Scootaloo was staring down the stairs whilst riding on her hindquarters. After the stairs went out of view she stared at Pinkie Pie's tail.
"Why is there cotton candy on your butt?" She asked.
"What? That's my tail, silly," she replied.
"That's a weird tail. It doesn't look like mine at all."
"Not all ponies look the same."
"That doesn't mean you shouldn't have the same tail as me."
Pinkie shook her head. They reached Pinkie's bedroom. The pony that wasn't Scootaloo opened her mouth.
"We're here!" She said.
"Where are we again?"
"My bedroom."
"Why again?"
Pinkie sighed.
"To give you your special birthday present, silly filly."
"Oh yea! Hey, don't call me a filly, I'm a big girl now."
"We'll find out shortly," Pinkie said under her breath.
"Where's my present?"
"It's on my bed, see that box?"
"With the red ribbon?"
"Yes."
"Nope."
"Get off and go over and look for yourself."
Scootaloo got off and went to look for herself. Sure enough there was a small blue box with a red ribbon that she knew about but couldn't see before. Pinkie slowly walked up behind the young pegasus.
"This is my present?"
"Yea," Pinkie said softly, "do you like it?"
"Thanks... I guess..." Scootaloo seemed a little depressed.
"What's wrong, Scootaloo," Pinkie asked, worried.
"Well, if I'd have known that I was getting a box, I would've asked for a bigger one. My bench doesn't do a good job of blocking the wind, and I don't like looking for more newspaper." Scootaloo put the box on her head, but it was much too small.
Pinkie Pie was stuck with sadness and annoyance at the same time. She then remembered her goal, what she'd been preparing for this whole time. She bent over Scootaloo slowly.
"Your present is inside the box," she whispered into Scootaloo's ear.
"Ohhhh!" She exclaimed, tearing the ribbon off and removing the cover. The same look of disappointment entered her face.
"What is it now?" Pinkie asked.
"I thought you said my bigger box was in this one," said Scootaloo.
"I never said I got you a box."
"You sure led me on as though you did. You should stop doing that."
"Just take what's in the box," she said, so we can get started with the fun part.
Scootaloo stuck her snout in the box, and pulled out a cupcake with white frosting.
"What is this?"
"That's a cupcake. Doesn't it look yummy!"
"I guess, but didn't you say you shove these into eyes?"
"Nonono, that was just my patented Pinkie Pie promise. I wanted to assure you that I really meant that I had a pre-"
"So what do I do with this? I can't sleep under it."
Patience, Pinkie...
"That's a magical cupcake! I made the frosting myself," Pinkie said softly, "isn't it... wonderful?"
"What's so great about this cupcake?"
"I'll tell you, but you have to promise to keep this a secret."
"I promise!"
"Okay, this cupcake-"
"DING-DONG! There's somepony at the door. Unless it's not a pony, then it's some-creature." The audible talking doorbell Pinkie installed last Tuesday suddenly rang.
"Arrrrghhhh!" Pinkie Pie groaned. She turned to Scootaloo, who was still balancing the cupcake on her head.
"I'll be right back," She said sternly.
Pinkie grumbled a bit while walking down the stairs.
I was this close! She thought, THIS CLOSE!! At this, she raised her two front hooves and put them close together to visually illustrate how close she was to pleasing Scootaloo, despite there not being a physical distance between her and this goal. The lack of an audience for this comparison and the fact that the comparison happened in her head only further accentuated the uselessness of her action. Upon realizing this, she fell down the stairs. In a cliche'd comedic fashion, she happened to land on all four hooves in front of the door, sustaining no real injury.
"Ow!" She ow'd.
"DING-DONG! There's somepony at the door. Don't make me repeat myself if you care about your safety." said the doorbell.
Pinkie Pie opened the door. In front of her stood a pure white unicorn wearing sunglasses, despite it being one o'clock at night. She had a flashy blue mane and a pair of connected eighth notes about a major third apart (but below the middle line on a staff) on her flank. Pinkie Pie blankly stared at the guest for three beats (in six-eight time) until the pony that wasn't Pinkie Pie opened her mouth.
"Hi, my name is Vinyl Scratch. I'm new to Ponyville; and heard that the best parties happen here," she said.
"Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie. Welcome to Ponyville; and yes the best parties happen here. Can I help you?"
"I'm a DJ, but they don't like those in Canterlot, so I was evicted and decided to move here. Bottom-line is that I need a job. Can I DJ some of your parties?"
"Uhh... I'm kinda busy at the moment, do you think you could come tomo-"
"Who is that?" Scootaloo asked. Pinkie Pie turned around to see Scootaloo with the cupcake on her head.
"When did you get down here?" Pinkie inquired.
"I asked you first!" Scootaloo said.
"Oh... This is somepony who wants to be a DJ at a party here."
"You're throwing me a party!? I've never had a party before!" Scootaloo jumped with excitement, the cupcake miraculously remained stationary.
"Uhhh.... sure, why not? I think a pony as special as you deserves a party," Pinkie said, "Vinyl, was it? You can come work tomorrow."
"But... I don't know if I'll have all of my DJ equipment."
"If you don't show up tomorrow night, you don't get a job."
"But.. I... okay..." Vinyl Scratch said.
"Good."
Scootaloo ran out of the store, the cupcake still perched on her head.
"Scootaloo! Where are you going!?" Pinkie yelled out.
"I'm going to invite all my friends!" Scootaloo called back as she pranced away.
"Who was that?" Vinyl asked.
"Somepony who knows how to tease me better than anypony else," she replied.
"What does that even mean?"
"Go away."
When the hay do they go to the moon?
Chapter 4:
Scootaloo woke up on the park bench and hopped onto the ground gleefully. Probably because it was the day of her first birthday party. Not first as in she's one year old, but first as in this is physically the first birthday party she's ever had.
"I can't wait for my party tonight!" She exclaimed as she put her newspaper bedspread in her new box, and laid it next to the chair leg. She feasted on a breakfast of leftover McDash's she found in the garbage, licking the salt out of the bottom of the fry pouches and biting off the cheese that stuck to the inside of the burger wrappers. She looked on top of her head and found the cupcake that Pinkie Pie gave her last night.
"I never gave this back to the present lady. I'll have to do that at my party," she said to herself. Having nothing to do until the party, she pranced around the park as per her usual daily routine, waiting for somepony to talk to her but never starting the conversation herself. She stared at the big white glowy thing in the sky as she did her laps.
Present lady said that that's called a moon. It looks more like a Scootaloo-Two to me. I wanna go there someday and ask ti what it wants to be called.
The moon finally set and the sun rose once again. Scootaloo did not bump into any other pony wandering the park all day. By the time the school bell rang a second time and the foals went to recess, she had added another inch to the indented circle that was her path around the park.
Scootaloo left before any of the young ponies reached the park. Somepony found a box with newspaper in it near the park bench, and decided to make use of it for his campfire later that day.
Chapter 5:
"She's late, again," Pinkie groaned, pacing back and forth at Sugarcube Corner, which was decorated and prepared for a big party.
"Who is that kid anyway?" Called Vinyl Scratch from behind her DJ Setup.
"She's none of your business," Pinkie snapped back. Vinyl was taken aback by this.
"Just chill, girl. It's a party! You said she was late yesterday, so I'm sure she'll show up soon," the white unicorn said. As cliche would have it, Scootaloo walked in the door right as Vinyl finished her sentence.
"Hi present lady! I'm here for my party!" Scootaloo called.
"Hello there my little filly! Are you ready for the best night of your li-"
"I told you, I'm a big mare now! Stop calling me little!" Scootaloo said.
"Fine. Where are your friends? I thought you said you were gonna invite all your friends last night."
"I tried, but nopony bumped into me today, so I decided that you're my friend. Now you don't have to talk to me for us to start talking!" she replied. Pinkie felt her heart tug at this. She's making it easier with every word! Scootaloo then began to stare at Vinyl Scratch. The other pony stared back. Several seemingly long moments passed, and the pony that wasn't Scootaloo opened her mouth.
"Uhhhh... hey kid! Happy birthday. I hope I can give you a swingin' party!" Vinyl said genuinely.
"Thanks! I've never had friends or a party before! I'm excited! Did you get me a present?"
"Uhh..." Scratch scratched her head, "Uhh... Oh! Here!" Vinyl used her magic and levitated a CD over to Scootaloo.
"What's this? Can I eat it?"
"No! That's one of my favorite CDs. It has some of the most poppin music in Equestria!"
The young pegasus put the CD up to her ear, then her nose, then by her wings, then by the cupcake on her head, then proceeded to lick it. She dropped it out of disappointment.
"What's wrong?" Vinyl asked.
"I can't hear any music from that flat shiny thing. I thought you were lying when you said it wasn't food, but it doesn't taste good either," Scootaloo pouted.
"Here, let me show you." Vinyl took the CD back, opened up the player on her sound system, and inserted the disc. Soon a delightfully catchy tune began to play, and Scootaloo's face lit up. She began to hop up and down, and Pinkie joined her.
"Isn't this great!?" Pinkie said. Maybe she'll get nice and tired, and I'll finally be able to-
"Yea! I feel so tingly inside!" Scootaloo yelled, effectively interrupting Pinkie's thoughts.
"I see you still have that cupcake."
"Ya, I didn't know what to do with it."
"Didn't I tell you yesterday, it's a magic cupcake. I made the frosting myself," she said, narrowing her eyes a bit.
"What's magical about it?"
"You eat it, and you can get one wish for anything you want."
"ANYTHING!?" Scootaloo asked with much anticipation.
"Anything..." Pinkie leaned in close to Scootaloo, took the cupcake off of her head, and placed it near her mouth.
Scootaloo shoved the whole cupcake and part of Pinkie's hoof into her mouth. Pinkie withdrew her hoof slowly, pleased that Scootaloo finally ingested her special cupcake.
"What are you going to wish for?"
"I wish we were all on the big white glowy thing in the sky!"
"You mean the moon?" Vinyl asked.
"Yea!" Scootaloo replied.
Suddenly, nothing happened.
But then something did happen.
All three ponies were surrounded in a great white light. The ground shook a bit, and there was a loud laser noise (but that was from Vinyl's equipment).
The whole ordeal was over in ten seconds flat. Nothing looked like it had changed, except for the fact that the room and all of it's inhabitants were now on the surface of the moon.
"Where are we?" Pinkie asked.
"We're obviously still at my party. You need to pay attention to your surroundings more," Scootaloo replied.
"What!? I thought you were only kidding about that cupcake! How can we be on the moon!?" Vinyl asked anxiously.
"I wouldn't lie about that cupcake. It was special. The batter was made form whol-" She caught herself before finishing that sentence.
"What? Never mind, we need to figure out how to get off here!" Vinyl began to sound panicky.
"No! This was my wish! Now we're here on Scootaloo-Two and I want to look around," Scootaloo-One said.
"Let her have her... fun," Pinkie said slowly. Besides, it's nice and quiet on the moon. Nopony even knows what's happening here besides us...
Chapter 6:
Scootaloo pranced outside in utter delight as she gazed upon the vast surface of Scootaloo-Two. Her wings fluttered in excitement, so much so that she began to fly! She heard (from an eavesdropped conversation) that the moon doesn't make you weigh as much, so her tiny wings were able to propel her upwards on the lunar surface. Luckily for her she didn't catch that there's no air on the moon and therefore there'd be no physical means of attaining any sort of lift or thrust outside of her legs, plus her ignorance to the lack of Oxygen (which really nopony knew existed in the first place) meant that she didn't have to breathe either. Lucky for nature the laws of physics weren't going to be the only things getting screwed tonight.
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Pinkie Pie walked outside, after being suffocated by that wall of "I can fly!"'s.
"Scootaloo! Are you enjoying the moon?" Pinkie called out. Luckily, Pinkie was too distracted at Scootaloo and her final goal to care about the lack of air and the impossibility of sound to travel through the nonexistent atmosphere.
"I sure am!" That was an awesome muffin. Thanks!" Scootaloo responded.
"Cupcake, and you're most certainly welcome!" said Pinkie, with a very heartfelt smile on her face.
"This is the best birthday ever," Scootaloo landed and hugged the pony that wasn't Scootaloo.
"Thanks, Pinkie Pie. I couldn't have asked for a better friend than you!" she said, a few tears trickled down her face.
Pinkie returned the hug, and also began tearing up. She had never connected so well with such a naive, innocent, and happy pony. She felt so warm inside giving the young pegasus such affection. She wanted to be there for Scootaloo forever, and keep pleasing her.
Vinyl Scratch broke the heartfelt and beautiful moment with this sudden realization.
"We don't have any food."
"What? What about all the food from the party?" Pinkie asked.
"It was there, but it suddenly disappeared!" Vinyl answered.
"How in the world-"
"We're on the moon, Pinkie," said Scootaloo.
"How in the moon did that happen?" Pinkie asked.
"I don't know, it kind of looked like Unicorn magic to me," Vinyl replied.
"I don't think we can eat the moon."
"I already tried," said Scootaloo.
"I know we can't eat the moon, so let's try to look for our food!"
"Alright!" Said the small orange pegasus and slightly larger white unicorn simultaneously as cliche'd in certain montage scenes.
A cliche montage scene ensued, in which the three ponys scrolled a single plane of the moon's surface, poking their heads in, up, around, and behind various craters and caves.
"We've searched the entire screen's field of view and couldn't find a trace of food!" Pinkie groaned, "Why couldn't the reader be reading this off of a wide-screen TV? I'm sure we would've been able to scour a few more acres with that."
"Look everypony, I found a cave right outside the screen's field of view, and I can smell food!" Scootaloo yelled.
"You see! I told you!" Pinkie told us.
The three carefully approached the mouth of the cave, and sure enough could smell the delicious pastries and snack Pinkie had for the party.
"Come....." Came a low, dark voice.
"Wha... what was that?" Vinyl asked nervously.
"It's obviously a cave dweller," said Scootaloo.
"Come...." It said again.
"What-t-t-t-t dddoes it w-w-want?" Vinyl asked again.
"I said I want you to come..........."
Chapter 7:
"............inside my massive cave!" the voice ushered. The three slowly walked into the cave, taking note at the weird drawings and tic marks (and a paper cap) strewn about the cave. They reached the center and saw a dark figure through the night sky against the black cave wall. Several seemingly long moments passed, and the pony that wasn't Scootaloo opened her mouth.
"oaisgfkasgfakjcgoiyasdpqoweryhspzkjgsocigqjgbhsduh," was the only thing audible among the three ponies that just spoke, combined with the acoustic resonance of the cave. If you were to decipher what each said, you would hear somepony asking who the shadowy figure was, one pony asking if they would like to have some food, and one other pony asking where the nearest lunar pay phone is so she could call her insurance agent/boyfriend back in Manehatten.
"Who are you, shadowy figure?" Scootaloo asked, positive that she heard three distinct voices and therefore was able to talk.
"We are Princess Luna, guardian and former co-ruler of Equestria, and owner of this great white land. Who, may we ask, art thou?" Princess Luna asked.
"I'm Scootaloo. Why do you talk like that?"
"We do not know what thou meanst. Therest is nothing wrong withist the wayest we speakith." She replied.
"But, you're only one pony, why do you say we?"
"We are growing tired of your insolence, and wishith you to silence yourself."
"There it is again, why are you -"
"WE SAID SILENCE, DON'T MAKETH ME BREAKETH OUTITH THE ROYAL CANTERLOT VOICE ON YOUR SORRYITH FLANK BECAUSEITH WE WILLITH AND WE WILLITH HARD, FILLY!!" Luna yelled. Scootaloo did not want her to breakith outith more yelling, so she shut up.
"Hey, don't yell at her!" Pinkie yelled at her, "It's Scootaloo's birthday!"
"Oh... I'm sorry..." Luna suddenly became mellow, stopped talking in an odd point of view, and began to sob a bit. Vinyl broke the awkward moment.
"Hey, I found the light switch!" She called out. A few seconds later, the cave lit up, revealing the forme of this awkward cave dweller. She was a dark purple pony with both wings and a horn. She was on the floor crying into her hooves.
"I know you!" Said Scootaloo.
"You do?" Said Vinyl and Pinkie.
"Yea, she's the pony from the stories I've heard about the big white glowy thing in the sky. She's sisters with the pony that raises the massive yellow-orange sphere of scorching inferno in the sky."
Pinkie was once again dumbfounded by Scootaloo. Luna stopped sobbing, and began to speak again.
"Thou knowst...er... you know who I am?" She asked quietly.
"You used to live in Canterlot with your sister, but you grew jealous of everypony liking the sun more, didn't you?" Scootaloo asked.
"Y...Yes... My envy turned into anger, which became rage. I was banished here for my actions almost a millennium ago. I regretted every moment of my rampage. I've been living here alone for the past thousand years."
"I know how you feel, all my life I never knew anyone who cared for me. I've been alone for so long, until I met my new best friend Pinkie Pie," Scootaloo smiled at Pinkie with shimmering eyes. "She's made me feel so good about myself, I've truly been touched by an angel! I want to share this good feeling with everypony!"
"I'm sorry I took your food. My pet rocks told me that a few ponies somehow ended up here. I knew you'd come looking for your food if it went missing, so I took it. Can you ever forgive me?
"I'm cool with it," said Vinyl.
"I forgive you," said Scootaloo.
"As do I!" rhymed Pinkie Pie.
"Thank you! *sob* Forgive me for weeping, I haven't talked to anypony for centuries. I've been so out of touch. I crave the... contact,,, and affection... from other ponies. I miss my old home so!"
"Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore." Scootaloo said.
Chapter 8:
And then they f***ed.
Epilogue:
Scootaloo woke up on the park bench. She just had the strangest dream ever.
"I just had the strangest dream ever. I drempt it was my birthday, and I got a present, and went to the moon, and met this really weird pony," she said, knowing there wasn't anypony around to here this monologue.
She looked on top of her head and found a cupcake...
The End.
