Scootaloot
By Game-BeatX14
It was a typical business day like any other at the local Ponyville bank. The teller pony at the counter went about cashing checks, exchanging bits and tending to the needs of various customers as he cheerfully hummed his favorite tune.
Suddenly he heard the door slam open, and turned to look. What he saw shocked him; a young, masked orange pegasus barreling through the entrance on her scooter and touting a micro sub-machine gun strapped to her right front hoof. Before his brain could process what was going on, the intruder jumped her scooter, flying across the room and heading straight for his head.
WHAM!
Scootaloo kickflipped off her board, smashing it straight into the teller’s face and knocking him over. She landed on the tile floor behind the desk and rolled, quickly getting back up on her hooves.
”Sorry!” She whispered.
The small group of ponies who had been waiting in line were startled and began to panic. Scootaloo knew she had to get the situation under control fast. She scrambled back over the counter and swallowed hard, clearing her throat and summoning a demanding voice.
“Everypony get on the ground and put your hooves behind your head! Follow my instructions and nopony gets hurt! Except for that guy, cuz I kinda already knocked him out...”
She pulled a long steel bladed knife from her saddlebag and brandished it with her free hoof for the small group of ponies to see, simultaneously waving her sub-machine gun at them threateningly. It made her uncomfortable, but that’s how real bank robbers did it.
It’s for my cutie mark, she reminded herself.
Everyone in the group laid down on the ground, but one older stallion seemed more confused than intimidated.
“Wait just a damn second here, how old are you?”
His remark caught her off guard. It was a scenario she had worried about, and now here it was.
Crap. I need to step up my game. She quickly thought up a retort.
“Old enough to carve you like a pumpkin and turn you into a lead-o-lantern if you don’t do what I say!”
Scootaloo fired off a few stray shots, putting holes in the floor next to him. The stallion flinched shakily and put his hooves behind his head in fear.
“Ok ok, I’m staying down! Please don’t do that again...”
Her adrenaline was now pumping, and it was time to get down to business. Scootaloo turned her attention to the next task at hand: Collecting the money. She set down the knife and opened the flap of her saddlebag, withdrawing a block of C4 explosives.
“Ok, just gotta stay calm and attach this...” She muttered under her breath.
Within 15 seconds it was affixed to the vault door, and once the timer was set, Scootaloo dove back over the counter and covered her ears.
KA-BOOM!
Flying concrete chunks battered the walls and ceiling, shrouding the room in a white smoke of chalky debris. Once the smoke cleared, Scootaloo jumped back into action.
“Heck yeah, jackpot! Hoiety Toity has nothing on this!”
The door to the main vault had been blown clean off its hinges, leaving the pallets of golden bits inside exposed for the taking. Her excitement soared higher than Rainbow Dash during a massive stunt maneuver. Suddenly she frowned, as a realization dawned on her.
“Ugh, I should have brought a bigger saddlebag!”
With slight disappointment, Scootaloo stuffed as much money as she could into her average sized duffel bag and quickly grabbed her scooter, jumping over the counter and landing wheels first back on the linoleum lobby floor in one swift maneuver.
One of the larger ponies who had been on the ground tried to charge at her and knock her off the scooter, but Scootaloo’s reflexes were too fast to fall for such a simple tactic. She swung her arm at him and smacked him in the face with the barrel of her gun, knocking him backwards.
“There’s no time for this, I gotta get back to the clubhouse before my cutie mark appears so the girls can watch!”
She sped out through the front door, leaving the bank without another word. The other ponies finally got up. One of them spoke to the stallion who had been knocked out by her weapon.
“Dude, why did you put yourself at risk to try and stop her? There’s like, fifty thousand cameras here. It’s a bank, bruh.”
The stallion rubbed his aching forehead and swiveled his head around the room, taking in the dozens of easily visible cameras mounted to the walls and ceiling. He sighed in mild embarrassment.
Another pony spoke up in a perplexed tone.
“Is she for real? Authorities will have her arrested in five minutes with footage like that. Did she even plan this out at all?”
The other ponies all shrugged.
“Beats me, but dang, she had a nice flank.” Said a rather creepy looking stallion with a mild grin.
Applebloom and Sweetie Belle jumped out of their chairs as Scootaloo burst through the door of the Cutie Mark Crusader clubhouse, her coat still caked full of concrete dust.
“Scootaloo, what in Celestia-tootin’s name happened to you? And... Is that a gun?”
Applebloom stared at the odd sight of a sub-machine gun affixed to her leg with a hoof clip.
“Yeah. I needed it.”
“Needed it for what?”
“Getting my cutie mark. It’s gonna be awesome!”
“Oh ok, I get it. Yer gettin’ your cutie mark in skeet shooting!”
“Applebloom, skeet shooters use shotguns, not uzis.”
“What’s an uzi?
“This thing!” Scootaloo waved the gun.
“Oh... So wait, if it’s not for sporting, then why do you have that?”
“Because I just robbed a bank!”
“Huh?!”
“Doesn’t matter, check out my haul!”
Scootaloo pulled the bag strap over her head and dumped its contents on the table in the center of the clubhouse. They were met with the sight of thousands of bits, all of them being high value gold coins.
“Pretty neat, huh? Am I a good bank robber or what!”
Applebloom and Sweetie Belle stared at the money with mouths agape.
“Scootaloo? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR CELESTIA-BUCKING MIND?!” Applebloom yelled franticly.
“You’re gonna get in sooooo much trouble...” Sweetie Belle moaned, sounding bemused.
Scootaloo wasn’t even listening to either of them. All she could focus on was the tiny glint of light appearing on her flank, which was gradually increasing in intensity.
“Girls, girls! Quick, look! My cutie mark is appearing!”
Scootaloo, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle watched in awe as the side of her flank pulsed in a vibrant light, and an image slowly materialized as the flash dissipated.
Scootaloo’s jaw dropped so hard that somewhere out there, Vinyl Scratch pissed herself. Emblazoned across her flank, was a shiny image of police hoofcuffs.
She stared at her ass with her mouth wide open.
“Umm, girls? Is that what I think it is?”
There was no reply. Scootaloo lifted her head to see they were both just as dumbfounded as she was.
“So uh, Applebloom, Sweetie... Maybe now is a good time to see if one of you has a special talent in harboring fugitives, huh...”
