Pinkamena X

CAST
Pinkamena / Derpy / Sweetie Belle --- Pinkamena666
Scootaloo --- NightSoul

Derpy put an envelope into the mailbox as Sweetie Belle approached her.

"Hey, Derp." she greeted.

Derpy looked over at her. "Hey, there, Sweetie Belle."

"You got time?"

"Time?"

"I need your help with something. Are you available?"

"I still have a few more stops to ma--"

"That's fine. Listen... Something's wrong with Pinkie Pie. She's been acting differently. Will you help me find out why?"

"Of course, Sweetie Belle. I'm always glad to help."

"Thanks a bunch, Derpy." said the filly. "Meet me at Rarity's."

"Uh... Okay..." said Derpy, sounding unsure.

"Carousel Boutique."

"Right. Okay."

"See ya, then." said Sweetie Belle, trotting off.

"See ya!" called Derpy. She looked back at the mailbox and then at her saddlebag. "Now, where was I?"

Pinkamena was sitting at her desk looking through a stack of file folders. Scootaloo sat next to the mare on a stool from upstairs, looking at the files as well.

"Scootaloo?" said the mare.

"Yes, mommy?"

"How'd you like to go for a walk?"

"R-Really? Where to?"

"Wherever you want to go. I trust you." Pinkamena looked down at the filly, her eyes slightly narrowed. "I can trust you, right?"

Scootaloo tried not to flinch. "Of course you can. And if it's okay... I would like to go out and stretch my legs."

Pinkamena smiled. "Then go. Have fun."

Scootaloo trotted up and out the basement door and then out the store's and out into Ponyville.

"Hey, Scoots." said a familiar foal's voice.

Scootaloo looked up to see Sweetie Belle and Derpy. "Oh, hey!"

"Whatcha doin'?" asked Derpy.

"Oh, just going out for a walk."

"Can we tag along, too?" asked Derpy.

"Uh, sure." Scootaloo started trotting.

The other two followed next to her.

"So, you're still at Pinkie's?" asked Sweetie Belle. "You living with her, or something?"

"Y-Yeah. Now that my dad left me..."

"Your dad left?" asked Derpy. "That's awful."

Scootaloo's wings twitched as a reflex. "Not really..."

"So how is living with Pinkie?" asked Sweetie Belle.

"It's good... A little hard at first."

"How was it hard?"

"Yeah." said Derpy. "Pinkie's fun."

"Yes. But sometimes she can be hard to deal with."

Sweetie stared at her. "How? There is something going on with her, isn't there?"

"N-No. What would give you that idea?" Scootaloo asked.

"Then how was it hard?"

"W-Well, she can be overly peppy sometimes."

"I see. And compared to living with your father... it was hard?"

Scootaloo flinched. "J-Just hard to deal with."

Sweetie Belle nodded. "But are you sure there's nothing going on with her?"

"Nope. Nothing."

Sweetie Belle looked around before saying, "Hey. Follow me, Scootaloo. There's something I wanna show you."

"Okay, sweets." Scootaloo said, slightly dreamily, and followed the other filly.

Sweetie Belle headed into an alley and stopped a few steps in.

Scootaloo walking into the back alley and glanced around. She was at a dead end. "What gives, sweets? There's nothing here."

Sweetie Belle and Derpy stood next to each other, blocking the exit.

"All right, Scootaloo." said Sweetie Belle. "Spill it. What's going on?"

"W-What?! Sweets? Derpy? What's going on?" Scootaloo asked, backing up.

"You tell us." said Sweetie Belle.

"Yeah." said Derpy, trying to sound intimidating but failing. "Tell us."

"T-Tell you what?" The filly backed into the wall.

"What's going on with Pinkie Pie?" asked Sweetie Belle. "She used to wear her mane up, threw parties all the time, always went out to greet others, and always sounded cheerful. Now she's the exact opposite. Explain."

"I-I don't know. She's just not feeling as cheery lately." Scootaloo lied.

"Lately?" asked Sweetie Belle. "She started acting weird ever since her surprise birthday party."

"I-I don't know. Mommy seems fine to me." Scootaloo said without thinking.

"Mommy?" asked Derpy.

"Pinkie! I meant Pinkie!"

"Sure you did." said Sweetie sarcastically.

"Why'd you call Pinkie 'mommy'?" asked Derpy.

"L-Look... Pinkie caught my dad... hurting me and she stepped in and saved me. We talked and she... And one thing led to another..." Scootaloo explained, only telling half the story.

"Well, that doesn't explain Pinkie's actions lately." Sweetie Belle stepped close to Scootaloo. "I saw you two heading to the bar after you fixed her mane."

"Sh-She went to get my dad for me and things didn't end well. That's when he hurt me..."

"And why did Pinkamena have you fix her mane up just to get your dad?"

"I-I don't know. She just did." Scootaloo said defenlively.

"She just did?"

"That sounds like Pinkie." said Derpy.

Sweetie Belle knew she had to lie in order to get what she wanted. She took a deep breath.

"That wasn't all I saw." she said.

Scootaloo turned away, thinking. Then she had an idea.

"S-So you saw my daddy beat me and nearly broke my leg?" she asked slowly.

"I meant what I saw Pinkamena do." Sweetie Belle lied.

"And what did you see?"

"You know."

"Know what?"

Sweetie Belle quinted her eyes, staring at Scootaloo.

"W-Well... Uh-- Don't hide muffins in your mane, Sweetie Belle!" the filly called.

"Mmmmuffins?" asked Derpy.

"No, Derpy. It's a trick."

"Why would you hide muffins in your mane?"

"I don't have muffins in my--"

"Can I have them?" asked the pegasus.

"What?" asked Sweetie Belle, loking at Derpy. "No."

"Well, why not?"

"I don't... have any... mu--"

Scootaloo bolted past the mare and the filly and ran down the street.

"H-Hey!" yelled Sweetie Belle, whipping around. "Come back here!" She looked at Derpy who was still staring at her. "I don't have any muffins."

Scootaloo made her way back to Sugercube Coner. She trotted down to the basement, slammed the door, and locked it behind her. Pinkamena was laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her hind legs crossed and her forehooves behind her head. Scootaloo slumped to the floor, panting hard. Pinkamena got off her bed when she heard Scootaloo. She then left her bedroom to find Scootaloo laying at the bottom of the stairs, panting.

"Scootaloo. What happened?" she asked, trotting towards her.

The filly panted a little more, then started talking. "Bumped into Sweetie... and... Derpy... Asked questions..."

Pinkamena's eyes narrowed. "About?"

"Sweetie followed us to the bar."

"WHAT?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled the mare.

"They were asking questions about you."

"FUCK!!!!" The mare quickly knelt down and got in the filly's face. "WHAT DO THEY KNOW?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"I-I don't think they do. They were trying to get info out of me..."

"I-I don't think they know anything. That's why they were asking me."

"But, they're suspicious?"

"Yes."

"DAMMIT!!! Now you said they tried to get info from you. I hope that means you kept your mouth shut."

"I lied and said you weren't feeling good!" the filly called. "I didn't say a thing mommy, I swear!"

"If they find out ANYTHING... ANYTHING AT ALL... I WILL kill them."

"Y-Yes, mommy..." Scootaloo whispered, thinking about Sweetie Belle.

"Now if you feel they're onto us... you'd tell me, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, mommy... b-but if Sweets does find out... Is there a way to keep h-- I mean capture her?" The filly was blushing hard at her finel mess-up.

"Keep... her?"

"U-Um... You know, I l-like her." The filly turned away, her face glowing.

"You love her?"

"M-Maybe..."

"So you have this plan for your sweetie, Belle. What if Derpy finds out?"

"I-I don't know. I don't think she would find anything out on her own..."

"But... if she does?"

"I-I guess y-you'll get a new playmate..." the filly whimpered sadly.

"So, if they find out... you'll be all set with Derpy dead and Sweetie as your pet?"

"P-P-PET?!" the filly squealed, embarrassed as she fidgeted with her hooves.

"Answer the question. Now."

"Y-Yes." the filly answered. "B-But Sweetie wouldn't be my pet..."

"Your bitch, then. Frankly, I don't care. It's the whole Derpy thing that bugs me."

"Wh-What about it?"

"I thought she was your friend. But it seems you'd be okay if she died."

"W-Well, I'd have to pick between you and her..." She nuzzled Pinkamena. "I-I'd pick mommy... but I'll try not to let it get that far."

Pinkamena let out a sigh. "You know I love you, right?"

"Y-Yes."

"Good... They'll share the penalty." The mare stood up and turned away. "I'll kill them both."

"B-BUT... Sweetie..." the filly started to protest.

"NO BUTS!!!" yelled the mare, whipping back around. "IF SHE ESCAPES, SHE'LL BRING HELP!!! If one finds out-- ONE... they both die. Understood?"

The filly flinched away. "Yes, mommy. I-I'm sorry."

The mare held out a hoof towards the filly.

"Come here, sweetie." she said sweetly.

Scootaloo stepped forward and hugged the mare.

Pinkamena hugged back. "I'm sorry it has to be that way, sweetie. But if I'm discovered, you'll be taken away from me forever."

"I-I don't want that." the filly murmured into Pinkamena's fur.

"So be careful, Scoots." said the mare. "Either we're separated forever or your friends die."

"B-But if they don't find out... they'll be fine, right?" the filly asked hopefully.

"I don't see why not."

Scootaloo nuzzled her mommy. "Th-Thank you, mommy."

"You're welcome, baby. Just don't screw it up, huh?"

Scootaloo nodded, still hugging her mommy.