Pinkamena X

OC INFO
Flash Wind --- NightSoul

CAST
Pinkamena / Rarity / Sweetie Belle / Bartender --- Pinkamena666
Scootaloo / Flash Wind --- NightSoul

Pinkamena and Scootaloo arrived back at Sugarcube Corner. "We're back."

The mare entered Sugarcube Corner and headed back downstairs. "Now, what to do?" Pinkamena asked herself aloud.

"Pick our next... playmate?" Scootaloo asked, trying to be subtle.

Pinkamena grinned. "I'm impressed, Scoots."

"Y-You spared Derpy..."

"For the time being. Don't forget what I said."

Scootaloo hugged the mare's neck. "Yes, ma'am."

"So... let's see who we have." said the mare, heading to the desk and opening the drawer. She reached in and pulled out a folder. "Oh, dear." she said, opening it.

Scootaloo looked down at the file.

"Oh..." was all she could say as she looked at the picture of Flash Wind, her father.

Pinkamena hesitated before closing the folder. "What do you think, Scoots? You wanna go for it?"

Scootaloo was about to say something when she froze and started shaking.

"I..." she started, as she hugged Pinkamena's neck tighter.

"Is that a no?" Pinkamena wheezed.

Just as suddenly as she started, Scootaloo released her grip on the mare's neck.

"What... What do you mean, Pinkamena?" she asked.

"What do you mean 'what do I mean'?"

"I didn't say anything. So why would I be saying no?"

"You just seem scared so I wasn't sure if you wanted to back out."

"Scared?" the filly asked, looking confused.

"You froze up."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did. You grabbed my neck, froze, and started shaking."

"I... I don't remember doing that..." said Scootaloo.

She looked worried as she looked at the picture of her father. She fluffed her wings slightly.

"What did he do to you?" asked the mare

"What?! N-Nothing! He never touched me!" she blurted out, looking at the picture with more fear than Pinkamena had seen on her before.

Pinkamena pulled Scootaloo off her back and set her down in front of her. "Scoots... What is it?"

"N-Nothing! Nothing! Why would you think there's something wrong?!"

"Scootaloo..."

"He never touched me!" she yelled.

Pinkamena stared into the filly's eyes. "Scootaloo... What is it?"

"IT'S NOTHING! I'M FINE!" the filly yelled as she started to curl up.

Pinkamena turned away and took a step forward, away from Scootaloo. "Fine. Curl up and cry, Scoots. See if I care. I'm only trying to help."

"You called me a chicken once 'cause my wings don't work..." the filly whispered after a few minutes. Pinkamena looked back at her. "Ever wonder why they dont work?" THe mare waited for a response. "They're broken."

"Broken?" asked the mare.

"I'll never be able to fly over 13 inches off the ground."

"I'm sure they'll heal over time."

"The docs told me so..." scootaloo looked down betwean her honces "t-thats not all he did..."

Pinkamena turned all the way to face her. "What else?"

"Down there..." The filly started to cry.

Pinkamena's eyes narrowed. "He raped you?"

Scootaloo could only sob as she nodded.

"That fucker." said the mare. "I don't care who you are. You don't rape your children."

"He... He told me everything was gonna be okay... then he... he--" The filly sobed uncontrollably.

Pinkamena inhaled deeply. "Well... Let's go teach him a lesson."

Scootaloo sniffed, looked up at Pinkamena, and nodded.

Pinkamena let Scootaloo ride on her back again as she made her way up the stairs and back outside.

"Any idea where he is?" she asked.

"This time a day he's at the bar, but I know a way you can get him to the back alley." the filly said darkly.

"How?" asked the mare.

"Well, he's always been trying to find a way to fuck the peppy party pony." she said disgustedly.

"That may be difficult... seeing what I've become." Pinkamena said. She started walking towards the bar.

"What about your mane? He likes the whole innocent way you acted... and your mane." she said, spitting the idea in disgust.

"I can do innocent." said the mare. "It's the mane that could be an issue."

"Can't you use Mane Spray, or something?" Scootaloo looked away. "Uh... Rarity made me and her sister learn how to do manes. I could try to do yours up like it used to be." the filly offered.

Pinkamena let out a sigh. "You think you can pull it off?"

"I think. Just need a lot of Mane Spray."

"And where do you propose we go?" asked the mare. "Rarity's?"

"Uh, I guess. That's the only place that sells it..." Scootaloo looked at Pinkamena. "Wouldn't Mrs. Cake have some?"

Pinkamena stopped walking and looked back down the road at Sugarcube Corner.

"I hate backtracking." she muttered.

"Oh. Okay."

"Let's go to Rarity's." said Pinkamena, resuming her walk.

Scootaloo followed Pinkamena closely.

After a bit of walking, Carousel Boutique came into view. "I don't think I need to tell you to keep your mouth shut, right?"

"No, ma'am."

"Good girl." said Pinkamena, approaching the building.

She knocked on the door and it opened a few seconds later.

"Pinkie, dear." said Rarity. "And Scootaloo. Are you two alright? I heard from Twilight that you were in a fire."

"Yeah, we're fine." said the mare. "Just a few scrapes, is all."

Rarity smiled as Sweetie Belle came into the room.

"Scootaloo?" she asked, approaching the door.

"H-Hey, Belle." Scootaloo waved to the filly.

"So, what happened to you after you went down that door in the ground?"

"Door in the ground?" asked Rarity, as Pinkamena looked over her shoulder at Scootaloo.

"I-It was just a dead end." the filly giggled.

"Well, that must've been a bummer." said the filly.

"Y-Ya. And then I saw Pinkie out and about and we had a sleep over."

"Aw, I love sleepovers." said Sweetie Belle as Pinkamena shot Scootaloo a smile of approval.

"Will somepony tell me what this 'door in the ground' is?" asked Rarity.

"Well, we found this door in the ground and Scootaloo investigated it." Sweetie Belle explained. "That's all."

"Well, you'd never catch me down in a tunnel. They're so dirty."

"Rarity?" asked Pinkamena. "Do you have any Mane Spray?"

"Well, I think so." said the unicorn. "Why?"

"Uh..." Pinkamena couldn't think of a good enough reason.

"W-Well, Mrs. Cake was doing her mane and she ran out."

"Well, fear not." said Rarity, disappearing inside.

Sweeite Belle looked at Pinkamena, and then back at Scootaloo.

"Something wrong, Belle?" Scootaloo asked.

"Nothing." said Sweetie Belle. "It's just that Pinkie's seemed a little different lately."

"R-Really? I hadn't noticed."

"I assure you, Sweetie Belle." said Pinkamena smiling. "I'm the same mare as before."

"Then what happened to your parties? I loved those."

Pinkamnea groaned slightly, not liking how nosy the foal was being.

"P-Pinkie's just not feeling good lately. Not since the fire."

"Well, it didn't start after the fire." said Sweetie Belle. "It started before." Pinkamena let out a soft growl, just loud enough for Scootaloo to hear. "Come to think of it... it was around the time when--"

"HEY, uh... What did you and Applebloom do after you left me?"

"We actually hung out in the park, waiting for you." Sweetie Belle paused. "We gave up after about a half hour and went home. You were down there for a while."

Scootaloo giggled. "Yeah. Sorry about that. It was dark down there and I got lost."

Sweetie smiled, but her smile soon faded. "Say, uh... have you seen Berry Punch around?"

Scootaloo glanced at Pinkamena. "I think I saw her leaving town in a carriage, or something."

"What about her daughter?"

Pinkamena's ear twitched as she let out yet another growl, this one lasting a bit longer and sounding even more irritated.

"Help..." Scootaloo whispered to Pinkamena.

Pinkamena inhaled deeply. "She's staying with Fluttershy until her mom gets back."

"Any idea when she's getting back?"

Pinkamena shook her head. "She said nothing to me."

Sweetie Belle nodded as Rarity came back.

"Sorry it took a while." she apologized. "I had a hard time opening the box. Why do they put so much tape on it?"

Pinkamena smiled as she took the bottle of Mane Spray and handed it to Scootaloo. The filly took at and held tightly onto it.

"Thanks." said the pink mare, turning and leaving.

"See you later, Pinkie, dear!" Rarity called.

"See ya later, Scootaloo!" Sweetie yelled.

"See you, Belle!" Scootaloo chimed.

Pinkamena continued walking. "Too fucking close."

"I-I didn't mess up with my story, did I?" Scootaloo asked fearfully.

"No, Scoots." said the mare. "But Sweetie Belle was pretty damn nosy." She paused. "I understand she's your friend, Scootaloo, but if she figures out anything--"

"No! Please don't hurt my sweet-- uh... I mean her."

"Your... sweet?" asked Pinkamena.

Scootaloo's face flared up as she stammered. "Uh... w-well... I-I-I mean..."

Pinkamena grinned. "Is that what you think about during your alone times?" Scootaloo kept silent as her cheeks were now glowing. "I'm right, aren't I?"

"M-Maybe..." said the filly.

"Don't worry, Scoots. Your secret is safe with me."

"U-Um... Thank you...." the filly said, nearly to quiet to hear.

"See? Isn't it better to have me as a friend than a master?"

"Y-Ya. It is." the filly replied, a little happy.

"Then I trust you'll keep it that way?"

"Y-Yes, Pinkamena. I'll try."

"Good. So where shall we do this?" asked the mare.

"I have no idea where. Maybe a bathroom?" Scootaloo suggested.

"Hold on." said Pinkamena, trotting to a nearby alley. "This should do."

Scootaloo hopped down and held up the Mane Spray.

"Uh... lean down, Pinkamena, so I can reach, please." Scootaloo asked.

Pinkamena laid down on her belly, front hooves tucked underneath.

Scootaloo started working and took almost 20 minutes but was able to get Pinkamenas mane poofy.

"There. That should hold." Scootaloo commented.

The mare looked up at her mane and then back down at the filly. "Let's get this over with quickly. I hate my mane like this."

"All right."

Pinkamena got back up and turned to face the street.

"I-I think I'll try walking for now, okay, Pinkamena?"

"Suit yourself." said the mare, leaving the alley and making her way to the bar.

Scootaloo followed. "Uh... Where do you want me to wait, Pinkamena?"

"You can wait in the back. I'm gonna try something."

"O-Okay." said Scootaloo.

She headed towards the back of the building.

After putting on a fake cheerful smile, Pinkamena entered the bar and and looked around.

A voice came from the bar. "Hey, lookie there. It's Pinkie Pie!" called Pinkamena's target.

Pinkamena approached the bar section and sat down. Flash Wind looked her up and down.

"Heh. Never seen you around here before. What brings you down?" he cooed, leaning towards her with booze in his breath.

"Just thought I'd try new things." said Pinkamena in her Pinkie Pie voice.

"Really? What kind of new things?" he asked, leaning closer to her.

"Like doing something wild."

"How wild, sweetie?" he asked, placing a hoof on Pinkamena's hind leg.

"Mmmmm... Depends."

Flash slid his hoof further in on Pinkamena's leg. "On?"

"How much alcohol is in me."

"Barkeep. A cosmo for the mare."

Pinkamena watched as the bartender filled a glass and slid it over.

"Looks good." said the mare, picking it up.

"The best."

Pinkamena chugged half the glass and set it down. "That was good." She paused. "Will you excuse me a minute?" she asked politely. "I'm gonna go freshen up."

"All right, sweetie flanks." he cooed.

Pinkamena got up and headed towards the bathroom.

Flash sat there for a few minutes before heading out back. As he stepped out back he spotted Scootaloo.

"What the buck are you doing here?" he asked as the filly jumped back.

"D-Dad?!"

He stepped closer to her, raising a hoof. "I asked you a question."

Pinkamena looked in the mirror in the bathroom.

"Fuckin'... poofy mane shit." she muttered as she turned on the water in the sink.

Flash Wind hit Scootaloo again.

"Answer me, goddammit!" he yelled at her.

Pinkamena ran her mane under the water,

"Get out of my mane you damn Mane Spray."

Scootaloo's nose was bleeding and her body was coverd in bruises.

"You like that, ya little shit?!"

Pinkamena furiously pulled on her mane to get it straight again.

"Come on, dammit." she grunted.

Flash Wind bucked his daughter into the wall as she wimpered.

"Now say it, you little cunt!" he yelled at her.

Scootaloo slowy looked up at him. "I-I'm worthless..." she sobbed as her dad raised his hoof again.

Pinkamena finally got her mane straight again.

"About damn time." she said before leaving the bathroom.

She returned to the bar to find that the colt was gone.

"Hello?" she called. "Where'd ya go?"

Slowly, Flash started bending Scootaloo's left hind leg.

"Maybe if you can't walk for a few months you'll stay put like I tell you to!" he yelled as Scootaloo started to sob from the pain.

"Lookin' for the colt you were with?" asked the bartender.

Pinkamena turned to him. "Yeah. You see where he went?"

"Out the back."

"Out the back?" asked the mare. "Fuck."

She quickly began making her way to the back door.

"P-PLEASE STOP!!!" Scootaloo cried out in pain as her dad bent her leg out of place.

Pinkamena burst through the back door.

"The fuck is going on here!" she yelled.

Flash turned around and looked at Pinkamena.

"W-Wait! I can explain, Pinks!"

The mare trotted towards him. "Oh, yeah? THEN YOU BETTER FUCKIN' START!!!"

"W-Well, you see... she... she attacked me!" he lied.

Pinkamena's eyes narrowed even more as she glared at the colt, extremely pissed off.

"Wh-What's your problem?!" he asked her as Scootaloo started to crawl away. "Where do you think you're going, cunt?!" he asked the filly.

Pinkamena kicked him hard on his front-left knee.

"Ahhhhhh! Bitch! What the hell?!" he yelled, and tried to hit Pinkamena back.

The mare grabbed his head and headbutted him.

"Ack! Fucking bitch! What's it you to how I deal with my kid?!" he yelled, holding his head.

Pinkamena pulled out her knife. "Because she's my kid now."

"What the hell?! Take her for all I care!" he yelled, backing away and stepping on Scootaloo's leg.

"AHHHHH!" the filly screamed.

Pinkamena threw the knife at the colt's back leg.

"Ahhhhhh! Fucking hell, bitch!" he yelled, clinging his leg and trying to pull the knife out.

The mare then rammed into him, knocking him over. The colt pulled the knife free as he was knocked over and held it at Pinkamena.

"Get back, you freak!" he yelled as Scootaloo crawled away.

Pinkamena didn't listen. Instead, she trotted towards him.

"Fucker! Stay back!" he yelled, and slashed at her.

The mare grinned. "You think I'm scared of you?" she asked, kneeling down by his hind legs.

Flash Wind stabbed Pinkamena's side. "Bitch!"

The mare looked down at the knife in her side and giggled.

"Oh, you're funny. Thinking you could hurt me."

She slammed her hoof into his wrist, hard.

"AHHHHHH!" he screamed in pain.

She picked up the knife and stabbed him in the kneecap.

"BITCH!!" he yelled in pain.

She held the knife's blade under his eye.

"Wh-What the hell?! You could put an eye out!" he said in fear for once.

"I know." said the mare with a grin.

"Wh-What?!"

The mare sighed contently. "How does it feel being the one who's abused?"

"Fuck you!" he yelled, kicking out his good leg at Pinkamena's stomach.

The mare gasped slightly and then inhaled deeply.

"Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this." she said, tapping the knife under the colt's eye.

Flash tried to pull his head away.

Pinkamena quickly drove the blade into his eye.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the colt screamed as he bucked Pinkamena hard enough to knock her back.

Pinkamena chuckled as she got back up.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"

The colt looked at her with his one good eye and tried to charge the pink mare. When he was close enough, Pinkamena turned around and buck-kciked him in the chest. The colt fell back, slightly dazed. Pinkamena went over to the knife and picked it up. She then headed over to Flash. Flash was still dazed as he shook his head.

"The hell kind of mare are you?" he asked unthinkingly.

"The kind you don't wanna fuck with." she said, kneeling down next to him.

He looked over at her. "Who the hell are you?!"

"Me?" asked the mare. "Why, I'm the last pony you'll ever see."

She then drove the knife into his other eye.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You bitch!" he wailed, headbutting her and thrashing his head around. "Where are you?!"

Pinkamena picked up the knife and watched the colt thrash about.

"BITCH!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!" he yelled, running into a wall.

The mare let out a sigh and headed towards the colt, knife at the ready.

Flash's ears perked at the sound and he ran at Pinkamena. "I heard you, bitch!"

Pinkamena thrust the knife into the colt's neck and threw him to the ground. Flash gurgled on his own blood as he fell to the ground, finally going silent. Pinkamena knelt down on top of him and stabbed him three more times in the neck, twisting the knife about. Blood sprayed all over her face. After she was done, she got off the colt and sat down next to him, blood dripping from her face.

There was the slow sound of something dragging as Scootaloo called out. "P-Pinkamena?" she asked, slightly fearful.

Pinkamena looked over at her. "Scoots. You okay?" she asked, breathing heavily.

"I-I'm in a lot of pain." the filly whimpered. "B-But he didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No. But he ain't lookin' too good." She got up and walked over to the filly.

Scootaloo's body was a mess of red, purple, and blue. Her left hindleg was at an odd angle.

"H-How bad do I look?"

"Like shit." Pinkamena knelt down next to Scootaloo's misshapen leg. "Is it broken or dislocated?"

"I-I don't know. It hurts a lot. And I d-don't remember hearing a snap or crack when he did this..." she trailed off.

Pinkamena placed her hooves on the hurt leg.

"This may hurt a bit." said the mare, popping the leg back in place.

Scootaloo held in her screams of pain as much as she could, only letting out whimpers.

Pinkamena looked up at the darkening sky.

"We'll wait here till its darker before we go back."

The filly could only nod. Pinkamena went behind a dumpster, out of view from the bar, and sat down, leaning up against the dumpster. Scootaloo dragged herself over to Pinkamena and laid her head in the mare's lap, closing her eyes and falling asleep.