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R.E.A.R.

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AppleBloom was running; sprinting away from something. She had no idea what she had encountered, but whatever it was, it scared her to death. She ran away, far away from where she was before, passing the ruptured schoolgrounds. She continued the only action she had in mind for minutes, but stopped when she bumped into something seconds later.

Something...plush.

“AppleBloom!” yelled SweetieBelle. She had rammed head-first into SweetieBelle’s rear end; her tail swung to the side at the worst possible time.

“Huh? SweetieBelle??!” AppleBloom couldn't believe that she actually saw one of her best friends alive. She thought the whole world had gone straight to hell. SweetieBelle stared at her temporarily fallen friend.

“Do that again,” she sensually asked of her, with a sly grin to associate with the request. AppleBloom got back up on all fours and panted a little bit, wanting to warn Sweetie about what she had experienced.

“Se2... Don’t go...that way.” She weakly pointed her foreleg in the direction she came from. “The school...ah think it’s haunted!”

SweetieBelle just laughed and made fun at her ridiculous assumption.

“I bet I know why it’s haunted...” she started. AppleBloom knew that it couldn't be serious. “Big Mac and Cheerilee did it in the school, and his dripped babies were unborn, and now they want-“ SweetieBelle emphasized her conclusion with her impression of her version of what a ghost was supposed to sound like.

“REEEEVVVVVEEEEEEEEEENGE!”

AppleBloom swore she heard something while Sweetie misinterpreted a spiritual figure. She freaked out and plugged Sweetie’s mouth with her right forehoof. She dragged Sweetie along with her, continuing to move in her desired direction.

“Do you hear that?” The echo of the frightening whispers haunted her. And the fact that she was tired as all hell didn't help either.

“Yeah,” SweetieBelle managed to blurt out. “Kinky!” She proceeded to suck on AppleBloom’s hoof.

"Actually, it might not be the school that's haunted..."

“And then Big Mac kept going. He was pounding Cheerilee’s ass!"

“...Shut up...”

AppleBloom was hilariously frustrated with SweetieBelle as she continued to rant on about her ‘theory’. Eventually, the two fillies reached the near grounds of their clubhouse. Scootaloo was the first pony she saw aside from the hallway of their home extending far above the other trees.

“Scootaloo!” AppleBloom had to forcefully pull her hoof out of Sweetie's mouth.

“Seriously?” Sweetie called.

AppleBloom didn't hear her; she was already closing in on Scootaloo.

“You taste pretty good!” she called again, keeping her stance.

“Scootaloo! I’m sooo glad to see you!”

“...Shut up..." She was busy.

Scootaloo was on her own personal phone this time; AppleBloom could tell because the back casing of it was decorated with the image of the Cutie Mark of a mare which she adored so deeply, even with the additional three years counted onto the filly. It would be expected for her interests to change, but she still adored Rainbow Dash to her core.

“Yeah? ...Okay, so lemme get this straight. I’ll meet you behind Sugarcube Corner tonight and you’ll have my money, right?”

“What the? Scootaloo come on, this is serious!”

“Hang on... Yeah, hang on a second, baby.” Scootaloo covered the microphone’s slot so that her voice would not enter through. “What’s up? I’m trying to make some money here.” She freaked out again as she had to recall the scene for Scootaloo.

“Pinkie Pie...dead. Ghost…following me... THIS. IS. BAD!”

“...Yeahuh. Hold on.” She went back to talking on the phone as SweetieBelle suddenly rammed into AppleBloom’s butt instead.

“Hey! What the hay, Sweetie?!”

“What? I’m just returning the favor. When you did it to me, it felt really good!” SweetieBelle was excited by the fact that she could play with AppleBloom all she wanted again, but she simply wouldn't get to. The country filly had only one person in mind when it came to love...

She also knew that he would probably the only one who would listen to, and believe her. But either way, having a relationship or not wasn't at all important to her.

“Ugh, Se2... When are ya gunna admit that you’ll never get any?”

“Look who’s talking, miss virgin,” Sweetie unintelligibly told AppleBloom.

“Listen, ah don’t have any interest in doin' any of that sexy stuff an’ you know it.”

“Why not? Sweetie's left ear twitched, not so surprised at what she was hearing. Sure, SweetieBelle was the ultimate pervert, but she still had a heart, and she knew how to use it. “Listen... I’m sorry if I keep acting this way, but I’m only cracking jokes, and I’m only doing it to try and cheer you up.”

“Cuz’a Granny, Ah, know..."

Scootaloo dropped the call immediately after overhearing her friends’ conversation. She walked toward AppleBloom, stopping and laying a hoof on her back.

“Hey, nothing’s more important to us than you,” reassured Scootaloo.

“And it goes for the rest of us, ‘cause we know you care about everypony,” SweetieBelle concurred.

“Thanks, guys...” AppleBloom shed a tear or two. “You’re the best friends anypony could ever have.”

They both hugged AppleBloom. “Sorry we gave you such a hard time since she passed, App. Seriously.” Scootaloo apologized; they both did.

“Yeah, seriously.”

“Guys...” AppleBloom fought back further tears and embraced the thought that she still had true family in her life. None of her blood relatives, except Applejack, was there for her when she needed a parental figure, or even a friend. But these two ‘friends’, Scootaloo and SweetieBelle were always there for her, through thick and thin, for better or worse.

They were friends till the end...

“Now, what’s this crazy talk about a ghost following you?”

“...Then I saw something, like another pony or somethin’. Ah couldn’ see its face, I only saw one eye, and it was Zap Apple grey-white...er-whatever.”

SweetieBelle plopped up from her seat on the floor. “Keep going. I’m gonna look this up.”

“I can’t believe Pinkie’s gone...” mourned Scootaloo as SweetieBelle took a seat and flipped open a nearby laptop on a table. It immediately opened up a box to enter a few characters in.

“I still can’t believe you were gone for like, five or six days!”

SweetieBelle easily navigated through the treehouse, as the front of it was still the same. But almost nopony sees the extension that they had all added about a year ago. Their once innocently demeaning hangout was now something similar to a small intelligence base. It was all inspired by their experience in their former schools’ newspaper line.

The long aerial hall whose exterior was previously noticed by AppleBloom was really a miniature base of operations for the gang. Scootaloo’s extreme interest in the upbringing of technology had brought about various devices such as the iMad, the ClopTop, and the SmartDrone, which is what had saved AppleBloom’s life once before.

Such are only examples of her extreme talent, but incredibly popular and powerful nonetheless.

“Ah know, right?” agreed AppleBloom. “Now everything’s horrible and bad...It really makes a difference, you know? But yeah, I stared at that thing, and a few minutes later it smiled at me, not a friendly one, I can tell you that.”

“Fuck my life, that sounds so freaky. Almost fun!”

SweetieBelle entered her password, and the screen displayed the last browsed website. But, because this was Sweetie’s computer, she had been browsing through some naughty things...

Porn, to say the least.

SweetieBelle went ahead and downloaded the intriguing video at lightning fast speed, then simply closed the web tab and began a new internet session.

Apparently, Spitfire, former captain of the nationwide-known Wonderbolts, had started her own online company under the name ‘SPitfYreFOXX’. Sweetie had nothing to worry about when it came to viruses from her activities. Use of the web browser was backed by endless spyware protection, as well as antivirus and Malware barriers. It was expensive for only a year’s service, but with Sweetie, it was more than worth it. And one of the best features about the program was that It was voice operated.

“Pinkie...Pie.” Sweetie announced, through her voice instead of her hooves. She had to speak fluently as the program was fairly sensitive. In less than a split second, millions of results appeared on screen, with the most recent post being at the top of a long line of lists. Sweetie glanced at it, squinting her eyes, as she had forgotten to enlarge the text display from before.

“Guys.” she called out, worrying two friends with the tone of her voice, therefore getting their attention without a hitch. “Get over here...”

“Sup?” called Scootaloo as she viewed the screen. Her pupils soon shrunk after she took a few seconds to read the on-screen text.

AppleBloom was the last to visit the computer. “What the buck!!”

“APPLEJACK TAKEN INTO MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON!??” The aforementioned relative would never have been caught in the scenario according to her youngest sister. “This thing’s gotta be wrong. Waaaay wrong!”

“Flare’s never wrong, App, I’m sorry to say.” SweetieBloom failed to assure AppleBloom, though she honestly doubted the news herself. Scootaloo breathed in deep and read what she saw on-screen.

“Rainbow...Dash testifies in Applejack’s favor as she denies that the accused…killer?” She paused for a second, exchanging defiant looks with her friends. then she continued. “That the accused killer had to have been her sister...APPLEBLOOM??”

She couldn't believe what she was reading, yet she pressed on to reading more personalized comments. “’There’s a reason AppleBloom was gone for a week...’ proves reporter Featherweight, an alumni from an elementary school not too far from where the murder occurred. He has been able to report, more or less, seven days of the convicted country filly playing continuous a game with poor Pinkie. She leaned over an open casket with the mare inside of it and...disintegrated her with her-” She chuckled in disgust at the following conclusion.

"Laser vision?? Really? What the fuck!? That’s not even possible! These guys have nothing on you, App!” If anything, both Scootaloo and Applebloom were furious at the reporter. “Who in the hell can actually believe this to the point where they would actually believe this?!”

“Hey Scoots.” SweetieBelle chimed. “Who was that guy you were talking to earlier?”

“Huh? Oh, boy, I’m never one to remember names of clients, but I think it was...” She was caught a little off guard. “I wanna say Dave? Why do you ask? Can't you see we've got a crisis, here?"

SweetieBelle suddenly piped up as to her own surprise. “We went to school with that guy, remember?!”

Both Scootaloo and AppleBloom stared blankly at her for a few seconds before looking back at each other. “We did?”

"Wait, why is that important now?!"

Luckily, Sweetie’s memory was one of her strongest abilities. “You know, the guy who had his Cutie Mark before anyone else in our class! The pencil?” she hinted. “His pencil was always pretty hot...” However, her sexual jokes and remarks were also among her strong points. Scootaloo was seen smacking her hoof in front of her face as a response. AppleBloom and Scootaloo knew that the news was false anyway.

“Ohhhh, him!” shouted AppleBloom. “Danger Dave! He knew everything!”

“Yeah!” SweetieBelle bounced up in the air with joy.

Scootaloo dragged her leg away from her mouth and reluctantly agreed with the other two. “Yep...it’s all comin’ back to me...”

“Hey, what’s up, Scoots?” asked AppleBloom.

“I know what Sweetie wants to do..."

“What?”

Sweetie stared at Scootaloo excitedly. “She wants to meet up with the guy I was gonna earn a little money from...and it's never good whenever she does. Only happened once, and I ain't lettin' it happen again."

“Yeah, what's the problem? If you won't let me, then maybe you can ask him if HE wrote that article in the paper!Cuz I betcha he did!"

“I hope you’re right, cuz if you are, I’ll not only do him, I’ll do him so hard his dick’l fall off!” Scootaloo was certain she wasn't seriously going to kill him, but she was still pretty shocked at the said article she had read about a half hour ago. “Well, maybe I’ll just...bruise it or something. Bruise it really bad... Yeah, something like that."

“So come on!” AppleBloom climbed up from the polished wood floor and joined SweetieBelle as they both headed out the entrance. The suns strong surprise caused Sweetie to trip over the fence along the roof of the clubhouse. AppleBloom soon came to her aid.

“I’d better get paid in the end...” Scootaloo sighed humorously as she bumped into the table that supported the laptop. Scootaloo opened her saddlebag, and the computer fell straight into it. She kept the pouch open to allow the internal fans to breathe, and out the door she went.

“Damn sun.”