The Cutie Mark Crusaders - Operation : May the Best Win!

Chapter 5 :

Revelations.

The sun rose and the waste transporters went from house to house collecting trash cans. After collecting about 10 buckets of trash from the houses, they came towards the home of Bon Bon and Lyra. Today, they found something unusual in the dumpster.

“Hey, Kevin! Look what I found today!” his friend told him. Kevin looks at the trash can before replying, “I cannot believe it is in perfect condition,” he runs his tongue over his lips. “I think today we'll eat like kings,” Kevin declared.

“You betcha!” Tom said before lighting up his horn and putting it in a nearby cart. “Well that's all for today. How about if we take this to the dump as soon as possible?”

Kevin opens his wings. “Alright, you cover it and get in the wagon. We will not want our fast food to be stolen.”

Tom thought it out before he got up and covered the wagon with a blue tarp using his telekinesis. “Okay, time to go.”

Meanwhile, things were not going so well elsewhere.

At Scootaloo's House…

Scootaloo wore an apron and a broom in her hooves. “Well, after many hours, I can say that this house is completely clean or should I say, almost clean.” She looks at the house made of cereal boxes that the vagrant pony resided in. “Hey, Loukas, time to go!”

“How about your mom goes away? I'm very comfortable. Do you know how much work it took me to make this house? And that's not to mention the effort and time I took to make the hot tub.”

Scootaloo hits the front of Loukas' cereal house. “For the last time, you are not welcomed here! Go away before I call the police to come get you!”

“I don't care,” Loukas said. “It is very relaxing here. Remember that we have a deal: I keep your secret if you'd let me live here.”

Scootaloo sighs. “I know very well of our deal and I hate it as hell.”

3 weeks ago…

Scootaloo lays on her bed with a picture of Spike. “Spike, why do you have to be far from me?” she kisses the photo. “If only I could have the courage to tell you how much I love you…” she begins to rub at her nethers. “Spike,” she starts to rub more and begins to pant faster. “Oh, Spike… please, give it to me…” she closes her eyes. “Ah! Spike, I'm so close!” she begins to let out lusty moans of pleasure.

Meanwhile, Loukas was leaning out the window. “Wow. You seem to like him, huh? And he's from another species, no less!”

Scootaloo stops rubbing and turns quickly to the window. “WHAT THE HELL!? WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING SPYING ON ME!?”

Loukas hiccups before continuing. “I was flying alone and looking where to stay tonight and found this…” he slumps over, clearly and obviously drunk. He hiccups again before continuing. “… home. So, with your permission…” he comes through the window. “I'll stay here.”

-Scootaloo rises from her bed faster than him and stands in front of Loukas. “Listen to me you useless drunk bastard! Open those wings and fly so far away until you can't see Ponyville!”

The drunk, vagrant pony laughs evilly. “Well, then. If that's what you want, then I'll tell a certain dragon that she has feelings for him!” he begins to walk towards the window. “I just hope he won't reject you after I tell him that you masturbated to him.”

Scootaloo bites her lower lip in an attempt to think of anything else to solve this. Unfortunately, the only solution she had was not a good one. “Wait a minute,” she pulls on Loukas' black tail. “I think we can reach an agreement.”

The grey pony smiles. “I hear you.”

“I'll let you live here as long as you do not say anything of what you just saw today,” the orange pegasus promised.

Loukas rubs his forehoof with his chin in thought. “Hmm… okay. Deal!”

End of flashback…

Hey, how about you think for something to eat? I'm starving.”

“How about NO? All you think about is food. I'm going to start calling you ‘POS’,” Scootaloo irritably responded.

“You don't have the right to call me that. Plus, what the hell does POS even stand for?”

Scootaloo grinned widely. “Piece Of Shit.”

Loukas realized his mistake and folded his ears. “It doesn't matter. When I eat cereal, these boxes are used for the construction of my home.”

Scootaloo sighs. “Ya know what? Do whatever you want. I'll be back later,” the orange pegasus then proceeds to leave her home and takes flight.

Meanwhile, there were some disturbing moments currently occurring at the Golden Oaks Library…

Meanwhile, at the Golden Oaks Library…

“Wow, with every visit you make, you take more books than you are allowed to take. Believe me, you're not the only pony in all of Ponyville who wants to read a good book,” Spike said to a cerulean coated mare with streaks of silver and grey in their mane.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie denies. Trixie also wants to be provided on these books, is this not a library?”

“It IS a library but let me make clear three things: one, you are not at all powerful. Twilight beat you in a magic duel and was by far the most powerful unicorn, according to Celestia. Now that she is an alicorn, I can pretty much tell you that she could defeat you without effort. Secondly, the fact that it is a library, does not give you the right to take almost all the books you want. Sure, it is for the public for everyone but there is a difference between borrowing a few books for research and hoarding books. Lastly, but less important, could you seriously stop levitating me?” he said as he was lifted off the ground.

Trixie apologizes and slowly begins to put the dragon down on his feet. “Let's make it clear that I, Trixie, I could always take the books I want.”

“If that's the case, I will keep you away for at least one month from me and I'll just take them away from you,” - he then continues in a burly tone. - “I do not think that would satisfy a certain unicorn.”

Trixie become very upset. “Why you unfortunate piece of - ”

“Look, you are wasting my time. Have a look around and you should know the procedure by now. If not, give your library card to Peewee and he'll take care of things. I have to go through some things at the market,” he grabs the doorknob and then says, “ And do not forget to return them in a month. Oh and don't forget to return back the book you borrowed on Unicorn Magic,” the drake then exits out the door, leaving the showmare alone with her thoughts.

“Argh!” the cerulean unicorn showmare grunted in annoyance and frustration. “One of these days, I swear that The Great and Powerful Trixie will take revenge for this and then lecture him to respect me as it should be,” she huffed before resuming her search for more magic related books.

Meanwhile…

Spike begins to walk to the market thinking about what he is going to buy. Without realizing where he is walking, he trips over something and falls to the ground.

After a few moments of letting his brain comprehend on what was happening, he saw Scootaloo close to him on the floor as well. “I'm sorry, Spike,” she says to him with a sad look on her face.

Spike rubs his head. “Ouch, that hurt. Hey, don't worry, Scoots,” - he rises from the ground and dusts himself off, offering his extended claw to her. - “But I have to ask, what were you doing there lying on the grass?”

Scootaloo adverts her gaze from her draconic friend to the dirt, clearly stating that she had a problem. “No, it's nothing. Don't worry, it was just that I was a little tired,” she lied.

“And so you had to be in the middle of the way of the library's entrance? Couldn't you have gone to your house to rest?”

“I don't want to go home right now,” she said in a sad tone before she became slightly annoyed. “And are you the one to tell me where I can and can't sleep?”

Spike raised his claws up in defense. “Hey, I just mentioned a few places. There's no need to get so upset with me.”

“Well, it would be better for you to shut up. First, you should notice where you're going!” Her wings extend to indicate that she was beginning to become infuriated.

Spike scratches his head. “Well, I won't deny that you have a point but that's no excuse to be furious with me.”

Scootaloo exhales for a long time. “You're right. I'm sorry. I'm just having a bad day. See ya around, Spike,” she then left the drake with his thoughts as she began flying higher up into the sky.

Scootaloo lands on a small cloud that was surrounded by other clouds that were very high above Ponyville and she begins to feel bad. “I'm a stupid, stupid, stupid bitch,” she sighs. “If only I could tell you the way I feel for you, Spike,” she looks along the edge of the cloud at him from the high altitude she was in. “But I cannot ask for help. If that lazy bastard says something to you, it will be my end and I can never be with who I love,” she then cries softly as the soft cloud carried her along the breezy atmosphere.

Spike strolled down the streets of the crowded marketplace, wondering on what to buy. “Let's see… what will I purchase for the week?” the drake muttered in a low tone that was audible to only himself. “Maybe a few apples or perhaps oranges,” he looks at all the fruit stands but does not buy anything. “Damn it, I can't decide on buying anything!” he sits on a nearby bench. “If only it were the season for gems. Hopefully, I could go get some and make my cake out of rubies, diamonds and sapphires but this still three months away and I can't survive with fruit being my diet,” he begins to sadden. “Twilight will be back in a few days. She would know what to buy in cases like these.”

“Then, why not buy some cakes? They are the best remedy for a sad face!” a familiar cherry voice suggested.

“It isn't. Plus, I don't have much,” he then jumps in surprise as he realizes that Pinkie is right next to him on the bench. “Pinkie!? How long have you been here?”

“Silly, dragon! I've been here all the time, like yesterday or when the day the homeless pony from the corner was here all sad because - ”  Spike stopped her by giving her a glare.

Spike sits back with a sad sigh. “I'm sorry. It's just that today my head is full of thoughts and by what happened just now… I feel a little strange.”

Pinkie Pie squeezes the drake's cheeks in an attempt to make him smile. “Aww, don't be sad. Tell your Aunt Pinkie Pie what's wrong and I will do everything possible to help,” she then smiles.

“Alright, but first,” he raises his index finger to emphasize his statement. “Could you could let go of my cheeks? It's starting to hurt.”

“Oops, sorry,” the energetic earth pony mare replied with a warm smile.

“Okay, so after I woke up this morning…” Spike then began to relate his day to Pinkie Pie.

After, a short conversation, Spike began nearing towards the conclusion of his side of the story.

“And that's what happened. The only thing I want to do right now is to eat and sleep for a long time,” Spike said vaguely.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! Spike, when a mare says that nothing happened, it really means that something is going on, especially when some pony is sad and the best way to make him feel better is eating a cupcake!” she randomly holds a muffin in front of him and gives it to him.

“Pinkie, I have no craving for cupcakes, lately,” he returns the pastry. “But…” he sighs. “I think you're right about Scootaloo. Something must have happened and as her friend, it is my duty to help.”

“Now, go help your dear damsel in distress to solve her problems, you may even have an evil sorcerer under her control and she can not escape the curse but only a knight in armor can be the one to save her.”

“You know, Pinkie, I think you should stop eating too many sweets sometimes because you say crazy things sometimes,” she pats her head. “But you also say things that although they do not seem to have much sense, they help,” he spreads out his wings. “I'll be visiting Scoots. Thank you very much, Pinkie,” with that, he takes flight.

“Then just promise me you'll go eat a cupcake!” Pinkie yelled at him.

“No promises, but I will think about,” he yelled back before resuming his flight.

After saying goodbye to Pinkie Pie, Spike went to Scootaloo's home while thinking about what the party pony said and how to help on Scootaloo's problems. After fifteen minutes of flight, Spike reaches his destination, but when he looks at the window to see something that truly infuriated him to no end.  He listened intently to the conversation.

“Hey! Do you have the food? I'm starving!” Loukas whined.

Scootaloo was completely fed up with Loukas' behavior. “It's almost ready,” she gripped the wooden spoon tightly in her hooves. “Can't you wait a little longer? If really, it is you who is hogging all the food and leave hardly anything to me.”

“Well, you're lucky I leave you something. If not, I wouldn't care if you starved to death or not.”

Scootaloo cries softly to herself and drops a tear at the plate. “Shut up you fucking fat bastard,” she muttered to herself.

Spike, who witnessed everything, became very enraged. He walks over to the door and knocks very loud on it, creating dents on the thick door.

“Hey, bitch! Some pony's at the door! Go open it!”

“Ugh! I'm going you lazy bastard! Next time you should get off your lazy fat ass to actually open the door!” she shouts at him before she gets to the door and reveals a purple and green scaled dragon. “SPI - ” her sentence was cut off by Spike placing a claw on her maw, silencing her. He then makes a sign to be silent.

Scootaloo nods in affirmation and whispers in a low tone. “What are you doing here, Spike?”

“I came to help you, Scootaloo,” the drake whispers as he enters the house and goes to the kitchen door, spotting Loukas on the table eating with his eyes looking towards the table and food.

“Hey, did you find out who it was?” Loukas looks up and then pushes the table at the drake. “Who the hell are you?” he asked, shocked.

“Your worst nightmare,” he takes him by the neck and lifts him five feet of the ground. “Listen very carefully, my dear friend,” he said in a calm, yet terrifying and dangerous voice. “I will not allow an idiot like you treating my friend like a maid and a lot less like a slave. This is her home and you are invading. If you are arrogant enough, I will ask for Princess Celestia's guards to give you an imprisonment. Another option would be to take you to a trip in the Everfree Forest and leave you there until the timber wolves appear and eat you alive,” he snapped his maw and fangs together, in which Loukas whimpered.

The vagrant pony trembled in absolute terror. “You… wou-wouldn't d-do something li-like t-that, r-right?” Spike in return growled at him, which further terrified him.

Spike smiled demonically, baring his fangs in the process. “Try me,” he challenged.

Loukas swallows a knot in his throat. “Okay, I'll get out and put away this mare in peace but first, I have to tell you something about - ” he was cut off as Spike threw him with little force at the wall, creating a crack on it.

Spike, with more fury, picks up Loukas again and begins to tighten his neck, slowly taking away his ability to breathe. “I do not care what you have to tell me. If in the next ten seconds you are not out of here, I will BURN YOU!”

“Okay… le… let me… go!” Loukas barely manages to choke out before Spike releases him and retches on the floor, trying to get as much oxygen as he can.

“Get out and never return, if you know you'll be my next meal,” he growled at him.

“Uh, goodbye!” he then leaves the house, flying fast away from Ponyville.

Spike sighs loudly. “I'm sorry you had to see that side of me, Scootaloo.” Spike then feels the orange pegasus mare give him a hug.

Scootaloo embraces Spike in the back. Thank you, thank you, thank you very much, Spike! You're my hero!”

Spike smiles, remembering the words he said to Pinkie. “Heh, heh. I'm just a gentledrake who came to rescue you from an evil wizard,” he playfully said.

“Huh? What do you mean by that?” Scootaloo asked.

Spike turns around and strokes her head. “Nothing. It's just something I read in a book,” he smiles.

Scootaloo kisses his cheek. “I think it was a good book because I was seriously rescued from an evil being,” she hugs him again, snuggling into his chest. “Thank you.”

Spike blushes from the affection Scootaloo had for him. “Heh, do not keep thanking me. It was normal for me to worry about you.”

“You were worried about me,” the pegasus blushes.

“Of course,” he smiles.

Scootaloo blushes more and smiles a little. “Thanks again,” she retracts from the hug. “But what will I do with all that junk?” she said as she pointed at all the cereal boxes. “Please help me clean up,” she pleaded.

“Not to worry. I'm not Princess Twilight's number one assistant for nothing,” he throws a small green flame that was thrown from his finger, destroying every single cereal box in the process. “Done.”

“True. Sure, you could do that but don't you think you'd be scolded at by Princess Celestia for sending all that junk?” Scootaloo asked.

“Don't worry. I eventually learned how to send things to other places.”

Meanwhile, outside of Ponyville…

In the Ponyville landfills, Lyra was wedged between two mountains of trash, accidentally thrown away into the trash can… somehow. The mint unicorn got free and stumbled upon two landfill workers. “Ugh! Get away from me!” she raised her nose high in the air.

“Oh, Miss. You do not have to be scared, we just want to try, uh, a little project with you,” said Tom in a tone of faux gentleness.

At the mention of this, Kevin gets confused. “That's weird, I thought we were going to have sex with her.”

Tom realizes their intentions were given out by his stupid friend Kevin. He crashes his hoof against his head as hard as he can to punish him. “Idiot! You won't say that. You have to be gentle with the ladies. Once you have them in bed, forget the manners and rut her!”

‘Gee, these colts are really stupid…’ Lyra gasps as she realizes they were trying to seduce her into having them bend her over and then press their rods against her. “VIOLATORS!” she screamed.

“Don't be shy,” Tom assured her. “Aww, fuck it, you can't go anywhere. You're cornered and only a miracle could save you,” he pressed her into a pile of trash.

“I want her rear,” Kevin said with hungry and lusty eyes at her.

Lyra prayed with all her might to Princess Celestia if she could save her. Her prayer was answered as she heard a ton of cereal boxes fall on top of the stallions. Lyra took the opportunity to escape while they took off all the trash heap off them.

Lyra scurries to the exit. ‘Thank you Princess Celestia for hearing my prayers. I owe you one,’ she thought to herself as she still fled.

Tom wipes his face. “Argh! Where did all this shit come from?”

Kevin wipes his tongue. “I do not know but,” he begins to spit. “I got some of it in my mouth! Yuck!”

Tom watches the Lyra flee. “Well, it's just you and me, Kevin.”

Kevin sighs. “Umm… uhh… who gets to receive?” he asked softly.

“Me, so today it's your turn to be fucked,” Tom announced.

Kevin blushed a bright red in embarrassment. “Okay, but, please, be gentle,” he pleaded as he bent over forward.

At Scootaloo's house…

Scootaloo smiles at Spike. “Thank you very much for your help, Spike. Really, wouldn't know what I'd do without you.”

“You don't have to thank me. You should know that you can always count on me and your friends.”

“Yep, always,” she stares at Spike.

“Always,” Spike nods his head.

‘Every time I look at you, my heart cannot stop beating very fast and sometimes, I would like to tell you how much I love you but my fear of rejection holds me back. Today, I made a decision and it's time to stop being a cowardly mare!’ she thought. “Spike, I'd like to ask you something,” Scootaloo got his attention.

“Sure, what's up?”

“Your flame also works for delivering letters from and to a another pony in particular, right?”

“As long as I know who they are, then yes. I can send multiple items and letters with my fire to another recipient.”

“Alright, give me a moment because I have a request or you.”

Ten minutes later...

Scootaloo returns with two cards and gives it to Spike. “Could you send these letters to Applebloom and Sweetie Belle? I have something important to talk to them and I would like it for them to receive it before nightfall.

“Sure, don't worry,” he holds the letters in front of him and releases a small emerald ball of flames that engulfs the parchments and then deliver themselves to their destination.

“I really appreciate your help, Spike. You're a real gentledrake,” she compliments him with a blushing face.

Spike chuckles and then blushes as well. “I'm just a good gentledrake. Nothing more. Besides, as a friend, it is my duty to help those in need no matter what.”

Meanwhile, the two letters were being delivered…

At Sweet Apple Acres…

Applebloom bucks a tree, sending the apples tumbling down into a neat pile on the awaiting baskets below. ‘Jus' five more and Ah can have tha afternoon off to visit Spike. Maybe, Ah could take some apples to eat 'em together in tha balcony of the library,’ the letter lands on her head and surprises her. She takes it and reads it to herself.

At the house of Sweetie Belle's parents…

The beautiful alabaster pony was cooking and mumbling to herself. “Now, I'll just add a pinch of salt and a little oil. I just hope Spike loves the food I've cooked for him,” she is shocked to see a letter in the pan. “Oh, no, no, no! How did this piece of parchment get in here?” she begins to unfold the parchments and reads out its contents. “Let's see here…”

From Scootaloo,

Appleboom and Sweetie Belle, I am sending this letter with Spike's help to let you guys know that we need to meet in the clubhouse. It is ultra important that you two ONLY go, so beware for any pony trying to follow you. I have something important to discuss and it has to be today.

Scootaloo smiles. “Well, I think I'll go to sleep for a while, since that bum was here and I couldn't sleep well.”

“Oh, crap! It's 7PM and they closed the market stands!” Spike groaned.

“I'm sorry, Spike,” Scootaloo said. “Is there something I can help you?”

“No, don't worry. I'll ask Fluttershy if she has pet food,” he began to exit the door until Scootaloo tugged on his tail. “Uh, Spike? Before you go,” she adverts her gaze away from him, blushing. “I wanted to know if I can see you tomorrow?”

“Of course, you know where to find me if you ever need me,” Spike smiled.

The orange pegasus feels her heart flutter at the drake's statement. “Okay, thanks. Oh, and if it is possible, I'd like to talk to you in private someday without anyone disturbing us,” she says.

“You know you're always welcome anytime,” he gently caresses her cheek with his claw.

“Thanks, Spike,” Scootaloo manages to say before she felt her breath being taken away by his display of affection to her.

“Oh, well, I gotta go. I'll soon want to sleep. See ya, Scoots,” Spike casually left Scootaloo's house and flew towards the direction of Fluttershy's cottage.

Scootaloo was left alone in the doorway until she remembered that she had to be in the clubhouse. “Well, I think it will be time well go to meet the girls.”

After losing a lot of time helping Scootaloo, Spike went to Fluttershy's cottage to borrow pet food for his pets: Peewee and Owlowicious. The night fell upon Ponyville and all Spike wanted to do right now was to go to sleep in his soft, warm bed.

“I hope it isn't too late…” he then sees the lights still on at the cottage. “Great! She's still awake!” he knocks on the door.

Meanwhile, Fluttershy was trying to convince her bunny pet to obey her by letting her wash his teeth. “Angel, if you do not clean your teeth, they will rot!” Angel scampers everywhere. “This is for your own good! Okay, you naughty rabbit, I have no alternative but to use The Stare,” she approaches slowly to the rabbit when she hears knocks on the door. “Who could that be at this hour?” she walks and opens the door. “Oh, hi, Spike! What brings you around here at this time of the night?”

“Fluttershy, I'm sorry to bother you but I forgot to buy food for Peewee and Owlowicious. I was wondering if you could lend me a small bag of food for both of them?”

“Sure, Spike! Please, come in!” she steps aside. “Make yourself comfortable while I get the food.”

The young adult dragon entered the cottage. “Thanks! I hope to not be a nuisance.”

“Not at all! You are not a nuisance. Now, sit back while I'm looking for the food.”

“Okay and thanks,” he sits in the nearby couch, enjoying the comforting softness.

“Would you like you some tea?” Fluttershy offered.

“No, thanks. I'll just wait for you to bring me the food.”

“Oh, okay. I'll be back in a moment to bring it to you,” she then flies to another room to fetch the bag of pet food.

Time passed and Fluttershy did not return. Spike began to think that it wasn't normal for her to be gone for a long time and decided to go search for her in the other room, but at the time, he manages to catch an unknown, yet, familiar shadow run to the door and it then flew around the house as if looking for some pony. The shadow in the distance began to run again but this time, towards the Everfree Forest. The strange silhouette begins to go further into the Everfree and the silhouette's smell became much more difficult to track down. Spike continues his pursuit on the silhouette and did not lose sight of it. He was sure at one point that he was close to the silhouette to actually pounce on it. However, the silhouette seemed to know where he was for when Spike passed by another tree, the silhouette was gone.

Spike gets agitated and curses to himself for being an idiot. He looks around only to be met with the sight of more trees. ‘I just hope the silhouette hasn't done anything to Fluttershy or else, it is in for a painful experience,” he begins walking, trying to get the smell again. ‘This is what I hate most about this forest. It is full of mysteries and surprises. You never know what might happen.’

After a while of walking, he see a light. ‘If I'm not mistaken, that would be Zecora's hut. I wonder if she has seen anything unusual around here,’

He heads towards the house of Zecora but before knocking on the wooden door, he overhears the voice of some pony else and Zecora's.

Spike places his right ear frill on the door, listening to what Zecora and her guest were discussing about. “What the hell?” he mumbled.

“How many times do I have to repeat myself? No matter how many times you capture his aroma, you're not allowed to get away from the edge of the forest by yourself!” Zecora says.

“I'm… I'm sorry, mom,” the other voice said.

Spike was shocked and surprised to find out that Zecora had a daughter. “MOM?” he shouts out loud. He then covers his mouth after he realizes that Zecora most likely had heard him.

Spike then hears the zebra sigh. “Spike, I know you are outside. Please, come inside.”

Spike slowly opens the door. He sees the zebra sitting down but as he opens the door further, his eyes could not believe what he saw. “Zecora, what the hell!?”

Meanwhile, in the Cutie Mark Crusaders Clubhouse…

An alabaster coated unicorn mare gazed out the window, looking for an orange pegasus. “We should wait a bit more. I'm sure she'll be here any minute. Besides, Rainbow Dash will punish her if she finds out Scootaloo is missing.”

“Oh, shut up! Ah'm tha one who will suff'r tha most if Applejack waits fer me in tha room with tha whip,” she scowls at Sweetie Belle. “Ah wonder why she even does that even afta Ah became a mare that can take care of 'erself.”

The door of the clubhouse suddenly opens.

The orange pegasus mare enters the clubhouse and shuts the door, looking at her unicorn and earth pony friends. “Girls, I regret the delay but what I will say that this is very difficult for me and I was afraid to come at certain times here but I'm present and it's time to face the things.”

Appleboom becomes angry for getting the wrong idea of Scootaloo not telling them anything and collides head with the orange mare. “Ya know what'll happen ta me when Ah git 'ome?” she asked in a dangerously, low tone. “Ah came here jus' ta hear ya be 'fraid to tell us something?” the earth pony mare feels a pull of her tail.

Sweetie Belle pulls Appleboom's silky red tail. “Calm down, Appleboom. I think I know where this is going and believe me who's been suffering the most out of all of us.”

Applebloom gets confused. “Huh? How come ya know 'bout this already if she sent a letter to tell us both something?”

“I've been noticing Scootaloo's feelings towards some pony. I don't know who it is but I will say that she has LOTS of explaining to do.”

“Gee, thanks,” Scootaloo sarcastically said. “Well,” she began saying as she hoofed the wooden floor beneath her. “As you may already know…” she said before telling her two friends the whole story of how she felt.

Fifteen minutes later, Applebloom hugs her as a sign of sympathy. “Sorry. Ah knew nothin' 'bout this and iffa ya ever need us again, we'll be there fer ya,” Applebloom said with a smile.

The orange pegasus mare chuckled. “Hehe, don't worry. It's my fault for keeping it a secret but if you say that if I had kept my emotions bottled up for much longer, it could be troublesome and I do not want that to happen to me.”

“I don't see why it would be so problematic if you like someone,” Sweetie Belle said.

“Believe me, it is difficult. Just telling you how I felt made feel to kill myself,” she exhaled out of nervousness.

“Well, tell us who that special pony is who you are crazy about,” Sweetie Belle teased as the alabaster unicorn and the light tan earth pony closed in on the orange pegasus, pushing her to a corner of the clubhouse.

Scootaloo becomes very nervous. “W-well…” she diverts her eyes to the floor. “I don't know where to begin. The truth is,” she then lowers her voice to a mere whisper. “He is not a pony.”

“What? I didn't hear what you said,” Sweetie Belle said with a smirk.

“He is not a pony,” Scootaloo said in a louder tone but still quiet to the other two friends.

“Argh! Tell us, ya chicken! At least make mah punishment worthwhile,” Applebloom said with mild irritation.

Scootaloo had enough and angrily yelled at her friends so loud, their ears rang.

“HE IS NOT A COLT! HAPPY!? WHO I LIKE AND LOVE WITH ALL MY HEART IS SPIKE!” Scootaloo shouted with passion. She scowled at her friends.

Upon hearing the confession of Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle's and Appleboom's smirks immediately changed to a frown. Apparently, the news did not fare to their liking, making the atmosphere tense with shock and embarrassment.