The Cutie Mark Help Squad
Jelly Root Has Some Protection
It was Applebloom's turn to play with the parent's filly today. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle sat on a fluffy couch inside of the CMC Clubhouse, across from a different fluffy couch with two concerned parents. "What is wrong with our filly?!" The mare screamed. The stallion shook his head, a somber expression on his face. "What is our little filly's talent?!" the stallion exclaimed. "Settle down, Earth Root, Nettle Root. Let us just observe the actions of Jelly Root!" Sweetie Belle ordered. "Well, if you say so.." The mare, Nettle Root, said.
The pink coated, brown haired filly was playing with Applebloom. Her way. Applebloom ran in large circles, screaming. Jelly Root had a plastic shovel with...unidentifyable liquids on it. "COME BACK!" The pink filly screamed, waving the plastic shovel in the air, drops of the liquid splashing on the ground and the filly. Applebloom let out one final scream and fell unconcious. Sweetie Belle shuffled the sleeping filly in, locking the door.
"Your filly's special talent is being a prostitute." Scootaloo said dryly. "O-oh." both opposing ponies said at the same time. "Basically." Sweetie Belle added. "She said she wanted to have fun!" yelled the pink filly from outside. Applebloom, having woken up, ran to the kitchen and hid. "What do we do with her?!" Earth Root exclaimed. "I hear theres a prostitute school down the street." Scootaloo said. "I have a pile of extra disowning papers in the cupboard next to the bloody knives!" Sweetie Belle chimed in. "Which cupboard?" Nettle asked. "The one with the severed organs hanging out from them. The wording might be hard to read because of all the blood.." Scootaloo said. "I GOT PROTECTION!" Applebloom yelled, various pots and pans acting as armor. Jelly root slipped some condoms under a crack in the window.