Pinkamena X

CAST
Pinkamena --- Pinkamena666
Scootaloo --- NightSoul

Scootaloo slowly opened her eyes and looked up. "P-Pinkamena?"

The mare looked down at the filly. "Yeah?"

"W-What do you think of me?" the filly asked.

"What do you mean?"

"C-Could I be more than your helper?"

"More than my helper?" asked Pinkamena. "You mean, like..."

"Do you l-love me?" the filly asked, then whispered. "Even a little?"

The mare looked away. "Scootaloo..." She let out a sigh. "You have to understand what kind of mare I am now. Ever since I took up killing as a hobby I've learned to forget about sadness, regret, pain, fear... and even love."

The filly looked away sadly. "Oh..."

"But..." Pinkamena said, pausing.

"B-But?"

"I... I-I like you, Scoots."

"R-Really?"

Pinkamena ran a hoof through Scootaloo's mane. "'Yeah. Which is... Which is why I want you to--" Scootaloo suddenly spit up blood and started to drift off. "Ah, fuck." said Pinkamena. "Let's get you fixed up first."

Scootaloo came back to consciousness wrapped in warm, pink fur. She looked up. "P-Pinkamena?"

The two were lying on the bed down in the basement bedroom.

"You're all right now, Scoots." said the mare. "I got you fixed up almost as good as new." She removed her hooves from the filly. "You wanna try walking?"

Scootaloo got up and trotted around a bit. She then got back on the bed with Pinkamena, nuzzling her.

"Th-Thank you."

"Don't mention it." said the mare with a forced smile. "Now back to what I was talking about earlier."

"O-Oh yeah. You said you wanted me to do something?" the filly recalled.

Pinkamena nodded and sighed. "I... I don't wanna hurt you, Scoots. But I will if you stay. Which is why I... want you to leave."

"Th-That's not funny, Pinkamena." Scootaloo murmured, not believing her.

"I'm not kidding. I want you to go."

"But, yo--"

"JUST GO!!!" yelled the mare.

Out of fear, Scootaloo bolted for the basement door. Pinkamena rolled over onto her side and began to cry. Scootaloo had stopped and was thinking about the past few days when she heard the sobs from downstairs. The filly turned around and silently tip-hoofed back down the stairs.

"Why did it have to be like this?" the mare sobbed into her pillow.

The filly kept silent as she reached the edge of the bed.

"Why?" the mare repeated.

Scootaloo slowly got on the bed, making sure not to let the pink mare know she was there.

"All I wanted was a... daughter."

Scootaloo's breath caught at that last part but she kept listening.

"Oh, Scootaloo." whispered the mare, loud enough for the filly to hear.

The filly couldn't take it anymore. "P-Pinkamena?" she whispered, nuzzling the mare's back.

Pinkamena let out a sharp gasp and slowly looked over.

"Scootaloo? I thought I told you to leave."

"I-I don't want to..." the filly said.

"Why?" asked the mare, eyes watering.

"B-Because I want... I want..." the filly started.

"Yes?"

"I want a mommy!" the filly cried, lunging forward and wrapping herself around Pinkamena's tummy.

"Well, I want a daughter, but... that dream was taken from me the momment I became a killer. I enjoy killing so much that I might..." Pinkamena trailed off as she closed her eyes, letting out quiet sobs.

"I DON'T CARE!" the filly yelled into Pinkamena's fur.

"Scootaloo..." said Pinkamena, not believing what she was hearing.

"Y-You actually wanted me! I-I've never had that... Dad blamed me for my mommy's death. He hated me." The filly started to cry.

Pinkamena put a hoof around the filly and held her close. "And if I hurt you?"

"Well... you'll only do that if I mess up, right?" the filly asked, looking up at the mare.

"Yeah, but... still... I-I'm hurt--"

"I don't care! I still want you!" the filly exclaimed.

Pinkamena wrapped her other foreleg around the filly and hugged her tightly.

"Scootaloo?" she asked.

"Y-Yes?"

"I... I-I..."

"What is it?"

"I-I l... love you, Scoots."

The filly hugged Pinkamena tighter. "I love you, too, mommy."

Pinkamena exhaled sharply. "I have a daughter."