In Pursuit of Happiness

Pinkie began to ponder on her way to the chamber she was keeping Scootaloo in. The funder that wanted Scootaloo as her personal toy was a rather deranged mare who saw Scootaloo's figure and assumed her to be teenaged. Pinkie was tasked to use her experimentation in tickle torture to break Scootaloo for this mare as a win-win for the both of them. But after seeing Sweetie Belle finally give in and enjoy herself, laying in that chamber giggling and fondling herself. She felt that Scootaloo, her good friend, didn't deserve to suffer under a pony who'd use her yet never love her. No, she wanted to find a way to make everypony happy. And she knew Scootaloo would be happier with her. Somepony who would love her, Take care of her, and let her know how important she is. Pinkie, if she had to, could have an actual young filly brought in for this perverse mare if that's what it took to keep Scootaloo.

And as she walked, pondering on this, spinning her device in one hand as she rested her chin between her fingers of her other hand, she began to have more twisted and devious thoughts. She knew Scootaloo would never ever just AGREE to be hers. And she still had to experiment with tickle torture. But perhaps, she could break Scootaloo in a different way. Make Scootaloo desire her, want her, lust for her. Pinkie stopped, lingering on these thoughts, and took a small detour into one of the R&D labs to obtain something to help her in her task. She was going to change up the experiment a tad to get her results. But to make sure it would be an absolute success, she would need something that would give her an edge. that being a certain chemical she'd use on Scootaloo when the time is right.

Moments pass. Scootaloo sits on her chair, her arms raised up straight and binded by some sort of magical steel bonds. Her legs, bound as well, had since been propped up straight. Making the soles of her feet very visible to anypony who stands in front of her. Though, that probably didn't mean much to those who had observed her, as they mostly kept an eye on her non existent breasts and her marehood. Luckily for her, she hadn't been touched by anypony.....yet. As she sat there, contemplating escape and rescuing her friends, she heard the door in front of her open. Revealing her pink coated source of hatred. "PINKIE! YOU MONSTER! LET ME GO! RIGHT NOW, OR ELSE YOU'LL BE SORRY!" Scootaloo yelled angrily.

Pinkie said nothing. She merely stepped forward as she swayed her hips, looking seductively at Scootaloo. Like in the chamber with Sweetie Belle, There was another desk for Pinkie to write her notes on. But of course, she never really wrote anything during testing whether she was the one conducting the test or not. She just put her hand on the back of the chair and rolled it out and over to Scootaloo's side as she hummed "Winter Wrap Up".

"PINKIE! HOW COULD YOU! HOW?! HOW COULD YOU JUST CUT BABS UP LIKE THAT?! WHAT DID SHE DO TO YOU?! GRRR" Scootaloo growled when she noticed Pinkie didn't seem to care at all about her own predicament or the subject she was bringing up. Surely, Scootaloo could confirm, that the Pinkie Pie she knew was now gone. Replaced with this psychotic body double. Pinkie still ignored her as she took her seat and placed her right leg over her right. Pinkie eyed her young yet toned body. She could see that even despite Scootaloo's body didn't really adjust for her age, that her training at least made it tough and firm, a contrast to Sweetie Belle's gentle soft coat and marshmellow body. "ANSWER ME, PINKIE! OR I SWEAR..I SWEAR!" Scootaloo just couldn't keep calm in Pinkie's presence. She didn't have this outburst with anypony else, it made Pinkie silently wonder what she was even talking about.

Indeed, Pinkie took her time to silently observe all of Scootaloo's body. Her firm flat chest, her wiggly toes and tough strong soles and feet, her toned legs and body, her cute little navel, those fluffy puffy ears. She couldn't wait to get started, she was already drooling. But she then snapped back to reality with another one of Scootaloo's shouts. "Ouch! alright alright sheesh!" She rolled her eyes at her "You don't have to keep shouting ,you know? I'm right here!"

"You disgust me Pinkie. How could you just become....this? How could you cut Bab's up like that?" Scootaloo started to tear up despite her raw anger, she was having horrid visions of what could have happened to Applebloom and Sweetie Belle. If they we're even still alive. "ANSWER ME! ngh..." She realized she was about to cry, and stopped herself as she gave her an infuriated brave look "You hurt Applebloom and Sweetie Belle too, didn't you? What did you do to them?! WHAT DID YOU DO?! GRRRR!" She tried breaking her bonds, she struggled and struggled as Pinkie just waited for her to tucker out. "I'M GOING TO RIP YOU APART WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE! I MEAN IT! YOU CAN BEG ALL YOU WANT, IT WON'T MEAN ANYTHING TO ME!"

Pinkie groaned, getting tired of whatever Scootaloo was babbling about "Hold on a second Scooty Looty, do you actually think I just killed Babs? Really? REALLY? Ugh, I swear. Everypony thinks I'm going to just start punching heads off and shooting big laser beams now. It's crazy! Babs isn't dead, she's perfectly ok. She's probably having a laugh riot about her situation right now." Pinkie said as she laid back on her chair, taking a pen out from her coat and slowly rubbing under Scootaloo's right knee.

Scootaloo was to busy with her anger to notice Pinkie slowly tracing the pen down her leg to her foot "DO YOU THINK I'M AN IDIOT?! I SAW YOU CUT HER UP WITH MY OWN EYES WHEN THEY WERE BRINGING ME DOWN HERE!"

"Oh well...hmm. I guess I did kinda sorta cut her up. But not really." Pinkie shrugged as she rubbed the pen back up to the knee. Keeping track of Scootaloo's reaction, or lack thereof.

"KINDA SORTA?! WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN! GRRR, ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY YOU DIDN'T ACTUALLY...GRRR! REALLY?! DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU'RE INNOCENT?!" Scootaloo tried desperately to free even one hand to strangle Pinkie, but no matter the effort, she couldn't manage it.

"Oh, nope. I'm not too innocent these days. All for the sake of laughter and happiness after all. But yeah, didn't hurt her at all. See, we have a lot of cool and neato things we're developing in this facility to make the world a better and happier place. Our guys in "Chaos R&D" developed this awesome dimensional knife that, when you cut something up with it, doesn't really cut it up, just seperates them. You see, all I did was separate Bab's body parts through portals I created by slicing her limbs up. They are all still technically connected to her, it's just you can move them wherever you want. It was all part of an experiment that's still in progress. We put Bab's head in a well air conditioned room and I gave my assistants her arms, and legs, and one assistant was really happy about getting the torso. They are observing Bab's reactions to all the poking and rubbing they are doing to her limbs right now. I'm expecting a full report on my desk tomorrow. So nope! Not dead. I'm not really the killing type. Unless you mean killing them with my good looks, hyah!" Pinkie jumped up and struck a pose as she gave her breasts a bump with her fist, making them shake like jello.

Scootaloo went wide eyed. Not dead? But, from the sounds of it, given the fact Pinkie said she was having a "laugh riot". She gathered that they were, if she was telling the truth, tickling her out of her mind while she had no way to defend herself. No way to even anticipate being touched in multiple places with no defense whatsoever. And the assistant with the torso, Scootaloo didn't want to imagine what Pinkie's assistant could be doing with that. "You're sick! How could you do that to her?!"

Pinkie shrugged as she sat back down "Hey, at least she isn't dead, right? Anyways, you're really really angry nowadays, aren'tcha Scootaloo. Something on your mind? Something bottthhhhering you?" Pinkie said slowly as she placed her pen on Scootaloo's knee, and raised it up to her right flat nipple before giving it a poke "Boop!"

"Stop it! You pervert!" Scootaloo twisted her body away the best she could from Pinkie's pen, and yet. Pinkie noticed a slight blush on her face. That was easy...

"Pervert? Hmmm" Pinkie laid back as she looked up, swinging her right leg gently to and fro. "Pervert.....Yeah, I guess I sorta became one. But I don't think that's too bad. Perversion brings pleasure, and pleasure brings happiness. I guess you wouldn't really know the pleasure part, would you? You haven't let a single stallion come close to you. Then again, I happen to know that you're more into mares." Pinkie slowly looked at her as her expression became sly "Did you like me touching you like that, Scootaloo? The fuzzy feeling of something other than your own finger sliding up to your cute little nipple?"

"No! Never! What you're doing is wrong! I'd never enjoy ever enjoy you touching me like that! It's gross!" Scootaloo barked, struggling again to break free. She's been struggling and attempting for so long to escape that sweat started to slowly dampen her coat. Only serving to entice Pinkie further.

"Never ever? Welp, that's not a really good attitude to have. But ummm.." Pinkie stuck her tongue out as she thought on her next words. When she had them, she looked at Scootaloo's face with a curious expression "You never did say you weren't into mares though. But we all know that it's not even mares. Just...A mare" Pinkie studied Scootaloo's face closely, she finally broke her angry expression for just a moment as Scootaloo looked shocked and nervous about what she could have meant.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about..." Scootaloo tensed up, she didn't want to get into this. Something about it hurt her, made her feel bitter and unloved. Pinkie knew exactly what it was, she knew of some from the news. And the rest through knowing the exact kind of pony Scootaloo was.

"Well, let me take a guess then. You joined the Wonder Bolts and entered their training program under Captain Rainbow Dash. You studied hard and worked your body to it's limit. No...beyond it's limit to make up for your wing problem. You made her proud by perfecting all the written and physical tests that didn't require flying. I'm hitting the mark so far, right?" Pinkie asked, that sly devilish look still on her face.

"...Shut up..." Scootaloo said in a low growl. It was obvious that she was getting increasingly anxious and afraid about what Pinkie was going to say next.

"Hold on! Hoooold on! Not done yet. Let's see...Everything was going fine. You had the absolute respect from the pony you idolized for years and you we're acing your tests....up until the flying tests happened. You're able to fly now with those itty bitty wings of yours. But you're not very fast or agile when it comes to zipping around. Things got tough, but Rainbow Dash kept letting you slide through the tests anyway. Probably out of pity" Pinkie's expression went from sly to a frown as her tone became more emotionally heavy. She noticed Scootaloo was hanging her head, the memory really hurt her soul enough for her to have her mind overwhelmed with terrible feelings. She couldn't find the will to tell Pinkie to shut up again.

"Then the final test happened. A racing tournament to pick out the six best and most capable cadets to be official Wonderbolts. And that's where you failed so hard where even Dashy couldn't pass you. In fact, she called you into the office later that night." Scootaloo winced when Pinkie started to get close to the end of the tale. The soul shattering end of Scootaloo's hopes and dreams. "You we're going to throw all the chips in right then, right there. You were going to confess your love for her, you wanted her to love you. You wanted to show her what your dedication to her for all those years meant. You wanted to be hers. In fact, you might be as perverted as me. Because I can tell, you took off your clothes right in front of her. You wanted her to take you right then and there. For her to be the one to take your virginity..and...ngh...hehehehe" Pinkie tried to stifle her giggle, but it was just too funny to her "And, I'm really sorry Scootaloo. But it's pretty funny that she turned out to be straight. Right?...I mean, what happened to you is super sad and I want to fix that. But, still....preetttyyy funny. I always thought Rainbow Dash was into mares all these years, sheesh, you really think you know a pony."

"SHUTUP!SHUTUP!SHUTUP!SHUTUP!" Scootaloo screamed in repetition, she thrusted forward to yell with all her might to just stay quiet. Her tears of sorrow so dense that they flew forward and landed on Pinkie's cheek, neck, and breast. Pinkie dabbed her finger where the tears had hit her right breast and slid it along to the left before sliding it up her neck to her own cheek. It was like, despite her own twisted mind, she could feel the intense melancholy in Scootaloo's soul. She wanted to relieve her of this pain....in her own screwed up way.

Scootaloo continued to yell the same words for another few moments. Telling Pinkie she was wrong. This feeling was so intense for her that she just continued to audibly deny that she was cast aside by her hero. Nothing else mattered right now but to show Pinkie how wrong she was. But the pink pony was easily disregarding her words. It was like she was waiting for something. Waiting for just the right moment.

And then it happened. When Scootaloo went to take another breath, Pinkie leaned forward and pressed her right hand on top of Scootaloo's right flat breast and let her fingers slide along the slick, firm, sweat filled coat until she was giving her nipple a gentle pinch. This action caused Scootaloo to gasp, allowing Pinkie to bend forward and lock her lips with hers. Giving her a passionate kiss, rubbing her tongue slowly along the top of the stunned young mare's tongue. When Pinkie pulled back, there was a thin strand of saliva between their mouths. Pinkie gave a seductive gaze towards Scootaloo, who she had noticed was blushing deep red, staring blankly right back at her. Pinkie gave her nipple one more gentle pinch before sliding it along the top of her chest, the side of her neck, and up to her cheek, causing Scootaloo to tense further as her breaths became more labored.She took a moment to wipe Scootaloo's tears away with her fingers before letting her palm rest on Scootaloo's cheek. giggling at her as she had her full attention "You know Scootaloo, unlike Rainbow Dash. I have a lot of love in my heart for every pony, especially for my best friends...like you. I don't want you to suffer. I love you Scootaloo, I can give you what Rainbow Dash can't. I don't see you as a kid like those stallions do. I don't see why there has to be a boundary between two mares loving each other. Just agree to be mine, and things will go so much smoother for you" Pinkie was sliding her hand back down Scootaloo, letting her fingers glide along Scootaloo's side. Scootaloo was so stunned that it wasn't until Pinkie rested her palm on her marehood and brought her finger further down to the bottom of her rim. When she placed her finger in the right spot, she felt Scootaloo's clit wink out at her. She gave it a poke, causing Scootaloo to jerk forward with a pleasured moan.

Unfortunately...or fortunately for Pinkie. This snapped Scootaloo out of her trance. Immediately angering her once more. "you disgusting pervert! YOU MONSTER! I CAN NEVER EVER LOVE YOU! YOU'RE NOT THE PINKIE PIE I REMEMBER! YOU'RE JUST A SICK FREAK! NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO TO ME! I'LL NEVER EVER GIVE IN!"

"That's ok, because I'll only take that as a challenge. I'm going to be doing this for your own good Scootaloo" Pinkie said as she stood up, and brought her hands together as she menacingly wiggled her fingers like a spider. "You'll thank me later. We can consider this a sports exercise for working those muscles. hehe!" She snickered, Scootaloo tensing up when she realized what was going to happen to her.