Pinkamena X

CAST
Pinkamena / Apple Bloom / Sweetie Belle --- Pinkamena666
Scootaloo --- NightSoul

"Slow down!" yelled Sweetie Belle.

Her and Apple Bloom were being pulled by Scootaloo in their wagon, with Scootaloo on her scooter.

"Oh, stop whining. I know what I'm--" Scootaloo was cut short as she hit a rock, sending her and her friends soaring. "Ahhh!"

They tumbled across the grass and landed in a bush.

"Ah... mah head." groaned Apple Bloom.

The pegasus moaned in pain, having landed on top of her freinds.

Apple Bloom picked her head up and looked around. They were in a bush on the edge of the park. She then looked down and saw what appeared to be wood. She knocked on it and it sounded hollow.

"Hey, girls." she said. "Ah think ah found somethin'."

Scootaloo got off of her friends. "What is it, Bloom?"

Sweetie Belle jumped off as Apple Bloom stood up.

"There's somethin' here." she said, stepping back. "Look."

It was a door with a rope loop.

"Cool! Girls... let's open it!" Scoots cried, pulling on the rope.

The door seemed heavy. Sweetie Belle helped Scootaloo get it open. Once they did, they peered in.

"Wow." said Sweetie Belle. "It's dark."

"Let's check it out!" the pegasus squealed excitedly.

"Ah don't think we should." said Apple Bloom. "It's pretty dark in there. Who knows what's down there?"

Scootaloo took a step in. "Aw, come on girls."

Sweetie Belle took a step back. "Apple Bloom's right, Scoots. It could be dangerous."

"I'm going in. Are you girls with me or not?" she asked, stepping further in.

Apple Bloom also took a step back. "Perhaps another time, Scoots."

"Yeah." said Sweetie Belle. "Another time."

The orange filly turned toward the dark and started trotting.

"You girls just watch. I'll get my cutie mark for sure!" she called back.

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle backed away, watching Scootaloo disappear through the door in the ground.

Scootaloo walked around for almost 20 minutes before she realized she had gotten lost.

"Well, this isn't good..." she thought aloud.

She then heard the faint sound of hooves.

Scootaloo was getting a little scared now. She kept trotting along.

"Well well well." came a voice. "Look what the cat dragged in." Then there was a spine-chilling giggle.

"Wh-who's there!?" Scootaloo yelped in surprise.

"Don't you know it's impolite to tresspass?"

The filly backed against a wall, looking around for the source of the voice.

"One, two... Pinkie's coming for you." There was the giggle again.

"P-Pinkie Pie?"

The sound of slow moving hoofsteps seemed to get closer but it was impossible to determine the source.

"Don't let me catch you, little filly." Pinkamena sang, giggling.

"Is th-this one of your pranks, Pinkie?" the filly asked, slowly shuffling to the right, leaning on the wall.

Then there was the sound of something metallic and sharp scraping along stone. "Care to find out?" the mare's voice echoed.

The filly lost all her brave face and bolted in a random direction.

"HELP!" she screamed.

"Run run, little filly." Pinkamena's voice echoed from all directions. She giggled again.

"HELP SOMEPONY!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, running.

"I'm almost there." sang Pinkamena.

Adrenaline pushed the filly as fast as she could go as she ran, barely able to see through her tears.

"STOP PLEASE!" she cried.

The sound of the scraping got louder and closer. The filly was balling now as she ran blindly. Pinkamena's laughter echoed again, this time sounding close.

Scootaloo ran and ran till she smacked into something pink.

"Tag." said Pinkamena, leaning in close to Scootaloo. "You're it."

The filly screamed and tried to scramble away.

Pinkamena trotted towards her. "Where you going, Scoots? The fun's just beginning."

The filly got up, about to run again. Pinkamena grinned and bolted down a side path.

"No no no no no no no no no no no!" the filly wailed, running.

"Ring around the rosie." sang Pinkamena slowly, her voice echoing. "Pockets full of posies." Scootaloo keep running. "Ashes... ashes..." Pinkamena stepped out from a side path, causing Scootaloo to bump into her and fall on her flank. "They all fall down." Pinkamena finished.

Scoots whimpered, looking up at Pinkamena and turning to run again.

Pinkamena grabbed Scootaloo's back hoof and pulled her close. "Oh, no you don't."

"No no no no no no no n--" Scootaloo cried, trying to get free.

Pinkamena flipped her onto her back and stared in her eyes, grinning. "What's up, Scoots?"

"P-Pinkie, this isn't funny. Let me go!" she cried fearfully.

The mare reached into her mane and pulled out her small kitchen knife. She then placed the tip of blade against Scootaloo's neck.

"But you just got here. Don't you wanna play?"

"N-No. Just p-please let me go." the filly whimpered

Pinkamena ran the knife down her chest. "Hush, little baby. Don't you cry." Pinkamena sang.

Scootaloo whimpered. "Wh-what are you gonna do to me?"

Pinkamena ran the knife back up the filly's chest and up to her cheek. "I have a few things in mind." The filly whimpered again. "Hmm..." said Pinkamena, holding the tip of the blade directly under Scootaloo's eye. "What to do..." Scootaloo held still in fear. "I could always use new ornaments for my Hearths Warming Eve tree." she thought aloud, grinning at the thought.

"Wh-what?"

"You have such lovely eyes. I just think they'd look good on my tree."

"N-no!" she stammered fearfully.

"No?" asked Pinkamena. She leaned in close. "Are you willing to do anything to keep your eyes where they belong?"

"Anyth-thing... P-please don't do it."

"Are you willing to face your deepest fear, Scoots?" asked Pinkamena.

"I-I don't have one." Scootaloo tried to lie.

"Merinthophobia, Scoots. That's what it says in your file."

"Wh-what's that mean?" she asked, dreading the answer.

Pinkamena grinned. "Oh, I think you know."

"I-I don't know." she said, trying to be brave again.

Pinkamena placed a hoof on her cheek, grinning. She then suddenly threw Scootaloo into the wall, knocking her out. A little trickled of blood dribbled down the filly's cheek. The mare grabbed Scootaloo by the back leg and dragged her off.

Scootaloo opened her eyes slightly, moaning. Her vision was blurry.

"M-m-my head..." she moaned, trying to open her eyes.

She felt a wet cloth being dabbed on the cut on her head.

Scootaloo slowly opened her eyes. "Wha...?"

"Sleep well?" asked Pinkamena, wiping the blood off Scootaloo's cheek.

The filly's eyes popped open. She tried to flail away from the pink mare but couldn't move her forelegs. She looked down at herself. She was seated in a chair, wearing a straight jacket.

"Comfy?" asked the mare.

The filly let out a bloodcurdling scream, trying to pull herself loose form her bindings.

"LET ME OUT!" she wailed hyperventilating.

"And you've always said you feared nothing, Scoots."

Scoots kept struggling. "GET M-ME OUT OF THIS THING!!!"

"You've been lying to others for so long." said Pinkamena. "Now it's time to make those lies into truths."

"I W-WANT OUT OF IT!" Scootaloo started sobbing.

"How's it feel to want?" asked Pinkamena.

"Wh-what?"

"How's it feel to want something you know you can't have?"

The filly sniffled. "P-please let me go."

"Then how will you learn to overcome your fear?" asked Pinkamena.

"I JUST WANT OUT OF THIS THING!!!" the orange filly screamed.

Pinkamena placed a hoof on Scootaloo's head. "If you're gonna be my little helper... you must overcome your deepest fear."

"H-helper?!" she squeaked in fear.

Pinkamena hesitated before answering. "I recently had a little helper... briefly. I then realized how much easier things would become if I had a permanent one."

"D-doing what?" the filly stammered.

"Anything... I... want." said Pinkamena, smirking slyly.

Scootaloo's eyes widened as she started struggling harder to get loose.

Pinkamena let out a sigh as she pulled out her knife. "You always did like Rainbow Dash the best..."

The filly wasn't listening as she kept struggling, just barely able to move her forelegs.

"Scoots?" asked Pinkamena. The filly still paid no attantion. The mare narrowed her eyes as she quickly grabbed the back of Scootaloo's head and forced her to look he rin the eyes. "It's impolite to ignore somepony when they're speaking to you." she said coldly.

The filly just whimpered in fear with tear-filled eyes.

The mare raised the knife up and held it between their faces. "Scared, Scoots?"

"P-please... let the nightmare go away." she sobbed aloud.

"Nightmare?" asked Pinkamena. "I'm afraid this is very real."

The filly just kept working her forelegs, wiggling them as much as the jacket would let her.

"It's no use." said Pinkamena, lowering the knife and backing away. "It was designed to keep its wearer restrained."

"This can't get any worse." the filly whispered to herself.

"Oh, sure it can." Pinkamena cooed. "Would you like to see?"

"No!"

"Are you sure? It could be fun..."

"No!" the filly cried again leaning away from the pink mare.

"Yeah, come on." said Pinkamena, grabbing one of the straps on the straight jacket. "Let's have some more fun."

"No, no, no no no no no no no no no no no no no-"

Pinkamena pulled the strap, causing the straight jacket to become even tighter.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NO, NO, NO NO NO NO NO NO NO" Scootaloo kept screaming at the top of her lungs.

Pinkamena pulled it even tighter. "Try moving now."

Scootaloo was already trying but couldn't move at all. "I C-CANT!" she half screamed, half sobbed.

Pinkamena gave one last tug before letting go of the strap. "Good."

"S-STOP! LET ME OUT!" the filly screamed as loud as she could.

"Where's the fun in that?" asked Pinkamena. "Besides... how else will you be able to be my helper?"

"I don't wanna! I just want out of this!" Scoots sobbed.

Pinkamena frowned. "You don't wanna hang out with me?"

"YOU PUT ME IN THIS!" Scootaloo screeched.

"I'm only trying to help you overcome your fear, Scoots."

"I d-don't wanna..." she said, her voice starting to give out a little.

"But don't you wanna be the big, brave filly that you've led your friends believe you are?" Scootaloo froze. "Aw, what's the matter?" asked Pinkamena. "Was it something I said?" She let out a giggle.

"I-I am brave..." Scootaloo said slowly, her ego getting the best of her.

"Are you?" asked Pinkamena, smirking. "You know what I think?"

"Wh-what?"

"I think you're a coward who acts tough so as not to look weak in front of her friends." Scootaloo didn't say a thing. Pinkamena smirked. "I'm right, aren't I?"

The filly didn't say a thing but started wiggling her torso now that her forelegs weren't going anywhere.

"You sure are persistant, aren't you?" asked Pinkamena. "Perhaps I need to make this even more fun."

She wiggled harder, trying desperately to get free.

"Keep that up and you'll--"

Smack.

The chair tilted forward spilling the filly out onto the floor. She lay there for a minute before she started trying to worm-crawl away.

Pinkamena grabbed the strap she had tightened earlier and dragged Scootaloo to the far back right corner of the room. "You're not leaving just yet."

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" she cried, trying to pull away.

Pinkamena threw her into the corner. "No."

Scootaloo cowered in fear, looking at Pinkamena. The mare reached a hoof towards Scootaloo's face. The filly flinched and tried to pull away. Instead of going for Scootaloo's face, Pinkamena reached behind Scootaloo and grabbed a leash that was hanging off the wall. The filly tried to, once again, squirm away. Pinkamena shoved Scootaloo against the wall and attached the collar around her neck.

"There you go." cooed the mare. "Now you can only move a foot away from the wall." She giggled. "Sounds like fun, don't it?"

"NO!! TAKE IT OFF, TAKE IT OFF!"

"I can make it shorter." Pinkamena sang.

Scootaloo clenched her eyes shut and sobbed.

"Aw... is the wittle filly upset." Pinkamena mocked. She then let out a laugh. Scootaloo turned her head away form Pinkamena. "What's the matter, wittle filly?" The filly didn't respond. "It's not nice to ignore somepony..." she began, holding up her knife. "when they're TALKING TO YOU!!!" she yelled, stabbing the wall in front of Scootaloo's face.

Scootaloo flinched and clenched her eyes tighter.

"LOOK AT ME!!!" yelled Pinkamena angrily, scraping the knife across the wall.

The filly whimpered, clenching her eye as tight as possible.

"That's it." said Pinkamena, standing up. "That's fucking it!" She stormed out of the room and came back with a hood.

The filly was still whimpering in the corner.

The mare knelt down and raised the hood. "Hold still!"

Scootaloo looked at the hood, realizing what was gonna happen. "N-no, please! Not that!"

Pinkamena forcefully put the hood over Scootaloo's head. A hole for the mouth had been cut so she could still speak.

"PLEASE NO! I'LL DO ANYTHING! TAKE IT OFF!" she pleaded, whipping her head around blindly.

Pinkamena grabbed her head with her hooves. "Listen carefully, Scoots. I want you to overcome your fear, ya understand. I want a helper. I want you. Don't fail me or you will suffer, mark my words."

Scootaloo broke down into defeated sobs. "Y-yes ma'am!" she sobbed pitifully.

"Good." said Pinkamena, standing up and heading to the door. "See you in a few hours."

"D-don't leave me!" she called against her better judgement.

Pinkamena stopped in the doorway and turned around. She grinned and silently stepped back in.

"See ya later." she lied, closing the door and silently sitting down, watching Scootaloo.

The filly lay there, whimpering and sobbing. "N-no d-d-don't leave me like this..." The filly managed to sit up with her hind legs spread wide, breathing heavily.

Pinkamena got up and grabbed the chair. She silently trotted over to Scootaloo, setting the chair down just out of the filly's reach and sat down. The filly tried to flop forward but was caught by the leash, choking her for a second. Pinkamena raised her right back leg and sat half-cross-legged, grinning. The filly lay there, whimpering. Pinkamena began tapping her leg, waiting for the right moment to reveal that she was still there. Slowly, Scootaloo's body started to relax little by little. Pinkamena tilted her head, interested by the turn of events. Scootaloo was muttering to herself.

"I-I'm o-k-k-kay, p-pinkies h-helping me..." she sead slowly

The pink mare uncrossed her leg and leaned in, listening.

"Sh-she's h-h-h--" She hiccuped. "helping me..."

Pinkamena closed her eyes and thought, She's finally doing it.

"I-I'm okay. This is okay..."

Pinkamena knelt down in front of Scootaloo and pulled off her hood. "Good job, Scoots."

The filly tried to smile at the pink mare. "Th-thank you." she mumbled.

"I knew you could do it." said Pinkamena, taking the collar off her.

"Thank you" she said again leaning forward so the jackets straps where in pinkamenas reach

"What?" asked Pinkamena.

The filly looked up pleadingly. "T-take it off?"

"Silly foal." said Pinkamena, smiling. "I ain't done yet."

"B-but..." she started.

"But what?" asked Pinkamena. "If you're truly over your fear of being restrained, you should have no problem keeping it on a bit longer."

"O-oh... okay...." she said.

"Now... the first rule of being my little helper is obediance." She narrowed her eyes, smiling. "How are you with following orders?"

"I-I'll do what ever you say..." the filly said wearily.

"Anything?" asked Pinkamena. "Without question?"

"I-" She wasn't sure, now looking worried at the pink mare.

"Ah..." said Pinkamena. "Doubt and uncertainty. Two meddlesome traits to have, little one."

Scootaloo looked at the floor now fearing the worst

"Let's see... How can we make you certain and without doubt?" Pinkamena tapped her chin. "Hmm... I guess I should start with teaching you to obey no matter what I say."

The filly looked up, uncertain.

Pinkamena grinned. "Idea." she sang deviously.

"W-what are you gonna do to me?"

"Oh, it's not what I'm gonna do to you... but what you're gonna do to Clover."

"C-Clover?" the filly asked.

"Lucky's sister." said Pinkamena. "Another colt on my shit list." she muttered. "Anyways... I think she'd be perfect to test your obedience."

"W-what am i gonna do?" she asked, with a bad feeling rising.

"Have a little... fun with her, of course." said Pinkamena.

"F-fun?"

Pinkamena grinned. "Or would you rather go back to the labarynth?"

"No no, I'll do it!" she squeaked

"Oh, goody." said the mare. "I guess I can take this off." She loosened the strap all the way and pulled off the sttraight jacket. "Now, stand up."

Scootaloo glanced at the open door for a moment before doing what Pinkamena asked. Pinkamena brought the knife out again, holding the tip close to Scootaloo's face.

"If you try to escape, I will hunt you down. And if I can't find you, I'll go after your friends. Got it?"

"Y-yes, ma'am" she said.

"Good." said the mare, stuffing the knife back into her mane. "Now, let's go say hi to Clover."