When Anarchy Strikes

The moon began shining through the window once again, a sort of evil beauty to the dead, pale light. A good way to wake up. This was one of the times where Pinkamena wanted to just lay in bed, cuddling her little filly. Scootaloo didn't like being called that, so she didn't. Not out loud, at least.

"Morning, Pinkamena."

"Morning, Scoots. I'll make breakfast, then we'll go to Rarity's, okay?"

"Sure!" It only took a moment for the filly to roll of the bed, and begin bouncing to the kitchen. She dragged herself up, and groggily made her way to the kitchen. There was still some frosting in the blender, and assorted dough of Ipsy's flesh. Eh, leftovers sounds good. She collected the dough, frosting, and some toppings. It didn't take long to assemble, and before she could tell she was sitting at the table with Scoots with a few cupcakes in front of each of them. It was a good meal, but silent. The cupcakes were too good to talk around eating them. Something that almost made Pinkamena laugh was the bit of frosting on the tip of Scootaloo's mane.

"You got a little frosting in your mane." She just stuck the tip of her mane in her mouth, and kept eating. They finished in 2 minutes flat at least. Pinkamena got up, and grabbed her cloak. She also grabbed Scoots's and tossed it to her. She bounced into it, and to the door. Well, somepony was excited. Oh, Scoots has that fling with Coco today, that's kind of why they were going. It was early, so there wouldn't be many dangers awake yet outside. They rushed over to the Botique, so as not to be caught by any gangs or timberwolf packs, and arrived relatively quickly. It didn't take long for Scootaloo to knock. Rarity answered promptly, clearing the way for the filly to enter. Coco was upstairs for about 5 seconds. They were both in a bedroom before Pinkamena could get a word in edgewise.

Rarity sparked conversation first. "Young love, am I right?"

"Yeah, I'm kinda worried about Coco, though."

"If you knew her, darling, you'd worry about the younger one."

"Highly doubt that. Scoots has fucked a box, a snail, a snake, and a pillow, twice."

"Coco doesn't remember the 3 digit number of times she's had a fling."

"I had to hide in a metal box the entire time Scootaloo was in heat."

"Coco really doesn't stand a chance, does she."

"Today, maybe. In 2 days exactly is the anniversary of her first time in heat. Then, we should all hide."

"She's only been in heat once?"

"It hit hard." Rarity gestured to follow her to the living room. They each took a seat, and continued.

"So, just 2 sadistic blood loving ponies living with sex-craved kids."

"How old's Coco?"

"14. Just a few years older then Sweetie Bell. Speaking of, do you happen to know where she is?"

Pinkie's expressionless face turned to stone, poker face mode. What would Rarity think if she found out what Scootaloo was up to last night? "Haven't seen her. You think the batpony gang got her? I could check."

"Oh, would you please? I've been so worried about her!"

"Okay, I'll go. If I'm not back soon, make sure Scoots stays here." She received a nod on her way out, and rushed back to her cottage. Once in, she went over to the closet. She hadn't used this stuff in years, and no one else even knew it existed. She slid the door open to reveal a black set of armor, and a large broadsword. She picked up the helmet, many bad memories coming back. The bandit who broke into the rock farm and killed half her sisters until she made her own first cut attempted kill. He was using this gear. She had been training with it ever since, and began using the armor as soon as she was big enough. She donned the armor, as well as a large black cloak. The broadsword had it's own black sheath that fit perfectly with the cloak. With it all on, she looked like some grim badass from Tartarus. She then donned black boots with wrist blades hidden, and revealed absolutely no pink. She had a purpose for this, as well. A while back, she had pulled the number of a royal batpony commando. She didn't have the time, so she put the number in the to-do box. once fully armed and armored, she set off for what used to be Sweet Apple Acres, now batpony HQ. She just kept a slow pace, knowing she could decimate anything that had the guts to touch her. Her only opposition was a small time bandit group. 2 pegasi, a small unicorn, and 4 earth ponies. They attempted to hide their nervousness, and failed miserably.

The unicorn spoke first. "Give us your bag, and nopony gets hurt, alright?" His voice wavered several times. She doubted she would even have to fight.

"I suggest you hide, now." She slowly began drawing her sword, and the entire group backed up. They didn't, however, run. Okay, here it goes. She pushed herself up to her hind legs, completely drawing the blade. She held it behind her, charging up, and swung. It shattered through the skull of one earth pony, and sliced off the 2 front legs of a flying pegasus. She curved the blade up, and brought it down on the skill and spine of another earth pony. The others were already running off at top speed, and that was nothing. She just smirked under the veil, and continued to the very badly made gate. She once again stood on her hind legs, drew the sword, and sliced through the wooden barricade along the metal gate. She was instantly confronted by 3 bulky guards in dirty armor and swords. They knew she was here to fight, and didn't even try to talk. One tried to fly at her, but was sliced through the chest and in two. A liver fell out as well as a few ribs. She turned to slice a head off the second guard, and the third ran. She slowly followed, staying on her hind legs. She kicked the door down to have a sword strike on her breastplate. It bounced off harmlessly, and she spun around bringing her greatsword through the batpony's skill. The brain splattered onto her sword and various places in the room. Turning back to the other guards, she lunged and sliced 3 of the rapidly appearing guards. However, she was now completely surrounded.

"Traveller." An all-to-familiar voice called. "This is suicide, why are you here?"

"I'm not a traveller, you should know me." She removed the hood and veil to face the pony who butchered half her family. "I'm here for a few corpses, one of them yours." She launched herself towards the batpony, or rather to his side, dragging her sword to his head. Before anyone could react, there was a clean cut and the head rolled to the ground. "Now, anypony else wanna try me?" Not a single movement. Nopony wanted to mess with someone who just went all the way across the room in under 0.2 seconds. She re-sheathed the blade, going back to 4 hooves on the ground, and set out for the commando. He would likely be at the farmhouse, protecting the leader. She kicked the door in, one hinge coming off, and made her way in. She was intercepted by 2 poor, sorry guards. She jumped onto her hooves and backward as she drew her blade, making a large swing to cut the legs off of said guards. Blood all over the place and leg bones shattering, but she had her attention turned to the large, heavily armed stallion next to the slim batpony in a large chair. The larger one, who she was here to kill, stopped her. Still being on her hind hooves, she placed a clean cut on where he was. Okay, time for a swordfight. She spun to face the blade she narrowly dodged, but it still ripped a leather strap in her armor. This caused the chest piece to fall, so she jumped out of it. This left her at a disadvantage, obviously, as he was still fully armored. She dashed forward at a left angle, bring her sword around, and dashed completely right to let the sword shatter the armor, but once again missed. On a hunch, she dodged forward and out of the way of another slash. Finally, she spun and met blade-to-blade with the warrior. She had hers going slightly faster, and was much heavier, so completely smashed through the defense and halfway through his armor. This left his sword across the room, and him stuck to a giant sword. She charged him to the wall, and spun away from the cut in his armor to completely shatter through him entirely. The spine made a loud crack, and she had apparently cut through the intestines. He recently had corn and apples, along with maybe some other plant. Definitely green. She turned to loom at the wide-eyed batpony in the chair, who was slowly inching his way out and away.

"Relax, I'm not here for you."

He seemed even more surprised, but not as scared. "Are you, Pinkie Pie?"

"Yeah. What about it?"

He took on a sort of smooth, seductive-Oh! She'd seen that look before, he was trying to seduce his way out of death.

"You're just a bonus." She threw the blade, and cut his head clean off. Blood began to squirt out of his neck. She returned to 4 hooves, and went to collect the bloody sword. She sheathed it, and went over to collect the well-toned body. She had him in her back, and left unchallenged. It was a slow walk back, and no one dared approach her. She briefly went into Sugarcube Corner, left the corpse in the walk-in freezer, and took the gear off. Once everything was off and put back, she took the sword and put it over the sink as a reminder. In the meantime, she had to get back to the Boutique. She was much more threatened unarmed, and ran when some animal lunged at her from the shadow. When a large weight came down on her back, she rolled onto it and and elbowed a snout. It was some sort of dog. She elbowed it in the neck, shattering it's wind pipe and probably spine. She realized she had a bite in her back and cuts on either shoulder. It also bit her neck, and she was feeling light-headed from the blood loss out of the large hole in said neck. So, it really was true it hurt more when you saw it.. She ran as fast as she could and barely managed to knock on the door before everything went black.

She woke in a bed, fancy bandages around her neck, her mid-body, and around her shoulders. She attempted to move but was greeted with immense pain, and decided that probably wasn't good. She just called out.

"Hello? Anyone there?" She recognized Rarity's bedroom at this point. A freshly showered, still slightly wet Scootaloo entered.

"You feeling better?" A twinge of relief in her voice.

"Ah, I'll be fine. What'd I miss?"

"Well, uh, a lot."

"Like how Coco is in bed?" Scoots didn't blush, surprisingly.

"She wouldn't have a threesome with my cardboard box." She said, disappointing.

"You actually asked?"

"Well, it would have been awesome!" She gave the box-fetish filly a lame look, cracking a smile.

"You and your boxes. That reminds me, don't you go into heat tomorrow?"

"Oh, yeah, about that, well-"

"You can stay here if Coco knows what she's getting into." She rushed off, allowing Rarity to enter. Pinkamena got the best view she had ever seen, and it was even slightly scary for her. It was like her pupil was the substance of pure death in the middle of the void. Neat.

"What happened, dear?" She nearly forgot to respond, captivated by that amazing eye.

"Oh, yeah. A wolf or something decided to try me, and it's definitely dead."

"You came close, you know. How's everything feeling?"

"Neck hurts most. Shoulders are eh, and lower back's decent."

"It's amazing how good Scootaloo is medically."

"She patched me up?" She was actually surprised. She was the very last pony she expected.

"She surprised me as well. However her most surprising trait is her, erm-"

"Box fetish." She finished flatly.

"Well, yes."

"I honestly have no idea what she sees in cardboard boxes. It's weird even for my standards, and that's saying something."

"Anyway, did you find Sweetie anywhere?"

"Sorry, but they don't have her. They sold her off as food to the dragons." Once again, no problem lying. "Anyway, I'm kinda feeling light-headed and there's blood running down my neck, so I'm just gonna, yeah."