Pinkamena X

OC INFO
Clover --- Pinkamena666

CAST
Pinkamena / Clover / Derpy --- Pinkamena666
Scootaloo --- NightSoul

Pinkamena removed her hoof from around Scootaloo and headed towards the door. "Now, let's go."

The filly followed. "Yes, Pinkie."

Pinkamena opened the door and headed out. She made her way to the stairs and up to the first floor.

Scootaloo followed closely behind her new...

"P-Pinkie? What am I to you now?" she asked.

"You?" asked Pinkamena. "You're my little helper, of course."

"S-So you're like my boss?"

"You could say that." said Pinkamena, waiting for the filly to make it through the doorway. "But think of me more like a master."

Scootaloo flinched slightly at that. "O-Oh."

When Scootaloo made it through, Pinkamena closed the door and locked it.

"Is that a problem?" she asked.

"N-No!"

Pinkamena looked over her shoulder at Scoots. "You sure?"

"I'm sure..."

Pinkamena turned to face her. "Goodie." She began making her way to the front door. "Come on, Scoots."

The filly followed. "Where are we going?"

"To Clover's." said the mare, opening the door. "Where else?"

The filly just silently followed Pinkamena.

"Come on, Scoots. Walk next to me. Not behind me."

She kept her speed up so she could keep pace "ok boss" she sead

"No no... Master." said Pinnkamena. "Or mistress. Your choice."

"O-Okay... mistress, but what about in public?"

Pinkamena stopped at the front door and looked down at Scootaloo. "Pinkie's fine. Or Pinkamena."

"Okay. P-Pinkie, then." The filly smiled weakly.

Pinkamena stared at Scootaloo with no emotion. "Ready?"

The filly just nodded.

The pink mare opened the door and left the shop. The two made their way through Ponyville, making their way to Clover's house. Scootaloo kept her pace with Pinkamena's as she looked at the mare's mane, thinking.

Pinkamena looked at her. "What?" she asked.

"H-How did you ever get it up like you used to?"

"When I was all happy and cheerful I took special care of my mane to get it that poofy. Now, I only try my best to keep it straight."

"Oh. Okay"

Pinkamena smirked and continued trotting through Ponyville. They finally arrived at Clover's house. The mail box was white with a clover on the side. Derpy was pulling a couple envelopes from her saddle bag.

"Morning, Miss Hooves!" the filly called.

Derpy looked over at Scootaloo. "Hello." she said.

Pinkamena stopped and looked over at Derpy. "Hey."

"Hey." said the mail mare, looking back at the mail box.

She positioned the envelopes in front of the slot and slid them in. Pinkamena looked over at Scootaloo and grinned.

"What?"

Pinkamena looked back at Derpy. "Hey... would you care to hang out some time, Derpy?"

The filly's eyes widened, realizing what she meant.

The pegasus turned to face Pinkamena. "Well, I'm pretty busy with work all week."

"That's fine." said Pinkamena. "Whenever you're available's fine."

Derpy smiled happily. "All right. Thanks."

The filly opened her mouth as if to warn the sweet mail mare. Derpy turned and began trotting to the next house, humming cheerfully. Pinkamena looked back at Scootaloo. The filly just looked at the ground, knowing what she almost did.

"Did you want to say something?" asked the mare.

"N-No..."

Pinkamena turned to the house and walked up to the door. "You comin'?"

"Yes, Pinkie!" she called, following closely.

The mare was about to knock on the door when she stopped, hoof in mid-air.

"S-Something wrong, Pinkie?"

Pinkamena lowered her hoof and turned to Scootaloo. "I feel like I've done this before."

"Wh-What do you mean?"

"With Fyre. I got her this same way." Pinkamena turned to the door again and took a step back. "I wanna try something new."

"Fyre?"

"This mare I drowned while I... played with her." Pinkamena said casually, examining the house.

"P-Playing with?" Scootaloo asked, almost not wanting to know.

"Tasting her."

Scootaloo was still confused.

"I licked between her legs." said Pinkamena. "That specific enough for you?" she snapped.

The filly's face lit up. "Y-Yes. Sorry!" she squeaked.

Pinkamena went around to the left side of the house. "Over here, Scoots."

The filly followed

"Open window." said Pinkamena, pointing. She trotted up to it and peered in. "Hmm... Scoots. Get over here."

Scootaloo followed the mare.

"Hop in and look around. See if she's home."

"I-I need a boost," said Scootaloo.

Pinkamena grabbed her roughly and set her on the windowsill. "Now, go."

Scootaloo jumped in and crept arond looking

"See anything?" asked Pinkamena, looking around outside.

"No. There's nopony here." the filly called back.

Pinkamena went around to the front door and knocked. Scootaloo froze.

Pinkamena sighed. "It's me, Scoots!"

"S-Sorry!" She quickly opened the door.

Pinkamena walked in and looked around. "Close the door."

The filly did as told.

Pinkamena headed up the stairs. "Now where's the bedroom?" The mare got to the top and headed down the hall. "Found it!" she sang.

Scootaloo sat on a chair in the kitchen.

Pinkamena then headed back downstairs and sat down in a chair next to Scootaloo. "Now, we wait."

Scootaloo sat there till her stomach growled.

"Hungry?" asked Pinkamena. The filly nodded. Pinkamena smiled. "There's the fridge." she said, pointing. "Go get something."

"But, that's stealing."

"Do you want to starve?"

"No...." Scootaloo got up and started making a sandwich.

Pinkamena leaned back in her chair, watching Scoots. Scootaloo made herself a large sandwich and even got a bag of chips for herself. She then sat back down at the table.

"Eat up." said Pinkamena. "Got a big afternoon ahead of us."

The filly slowly started eating. Pinkamena pulled her trusty kitchen knife and held the tip against the table.

Scootaloo watched the knife and swallowed hard in fear. Pinkamena hummed the "Hush Now" lullaby as she rested her free elbow on the table and her head on her hoof. The filly slowly ate, not taking her eyes of the knife

Pinkamena exhaled sharply. "This is really boring."

The filly kept eating. Pinkamena brought the knife to her arm and cut it.

"P-Pinkie?!" the filly cried, nearly choking on her food.

"What?" asked the mare. She brought her arm to her mouth and sucked on her wound. "I'm thirsty."

"C-Couldn't you just get some water?"

"Water's boring. Blood has flavor." The filly looked away in disgust. Pinkamena pointed the knife at Scoots. "I wonder what you taste like."

"Wh-What?!"

"Ever tasted your blood before?" asked Pinkamena. "Ever get a cut and suck on it?"

"No!" she said kind of disgusted.

Pinkamena held the knife out in front of Scootaloo. "Take it and cut your foreleg."

The filly fell backwards out of her chair. "WH-WHAT?!"

"Goddammit, you scare easily." said Pinkamena. "Get back up here. Now." Scootaloo got back in the chair. "Now take... the knife."

With trembling hooves, the filly did so.

"Now cut your arm." said the mare casually.

The filly hesitated, whimpering.

"Do it now or I'll cut you myself."

Scootaloo whimpered more as she placed the knife on her foreleg.

"That's it. Now... cut."

The filly did so, but just barely cutting the skin.

"You're such a pussy, Scoots." Pinkamena scolded, grabbing the knife. "This is how you cut." She pressed the knife hard against her fore leg and cut herself again, not wincing a bit.

The filly just whimpered more.

"Now drink." Pinkamena brought her new wound to her mouth and began drinking, all the while watching Scootaloo.

The filly got a little bit paler, watching this. The pink mare stopped and held her hoof vertically, the blood dripping down her foreleg.

"What're you waiting for?" she asked.

"I-I don't want to..." she whispered.

"That's it!" yelled Pinkamena. She grabbed Scootaloo and yanked her into her lap, flipping her onto her back. The mare then brought her deep wound near Scootaloo's mouth. "DRINK!"

"PLEASE! NO!" the filly cried, trying to wiggle free.

"DON'T MAKE ME HURT YOU, DAMMIT!!! DRINK!!!"

Scootaloo blindly bit down right on the mare's cut foreleg, trying to get her to let go.

Pinkamena didn't even flinch. She just smiled. "I've trained myself to take the pain." She grinned and brought the knife near Scootaloo's cheek. "Have you?"

The filly's eyes widened in fear.

"Now drink it or I'll carve my name in your cheek." Her eyes narrowed, "My full name."

Scootaloo started sucking on the wound and started to gag.

"That's it." said Pinkamena. "Good girl."

The filly drank. As the taste started to get better, she started to stop.

"All done?" asked the mare.

"I don't want to drink anymore." she whimpered.

"Well... that's too fuckin' bad 'cause you're not finished. Now, continue."

The filly latched back on, drinking again.

"That's it. And don't stop until I say so."

The filly did as Pinkamena told her to. As the flavor slowly started to get better, she started sucking on the cut slightly.

"Mmmm..." moaned Pinkamena, grinning. "Good girl."

The filly felt a loss of control as she let out an ever-so-light moan while sucking out the blood.

"Sounds like somepony's enjoying it." said the mare, setting the knife down on the table.

Tears started to form in the filly's eyes. She was holding back the urge to stick her tongue into the mare's cut so as to draw more of the now delicious red liquid.

"Crying again?" asked Pinkamena. "You're so weak."

Scootaloo started to feel a dampness form down below just where Pinkamena's other hoof was wrapped around. Instinctively she started gently grinding on the mare's foreleg.

Pinkamena grinned and began rubbing slightly. "You're unbelievable."

Scootaloo looked away moaning lightly

"You like that, Scoots?" asked Pinkamena.

She stayed silent.

"Answer me." the mare sang.

"Y-Yes..."

"You are such a little slut, Scoots." said Pinkamena. "Do you like this 'cause I'm a mare? Or are you into colts?"

"I... I don't know." she moaned out before sucking on the cut again, pushing her tongue into the cut to draw more blood.

"Now you're getting into this." said Pinkamena.

Scootaloo finally closed her eyes and gave into her desire, drinking deeply and grinding hard on Pinkamena's foreleg.

Pinkamena closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting out a sigh. She suddenly looked towards the front door. "Shit."

The filly didn't react to Pinkamena's voice. She was to far lost now.

"Get off, Scoots. Now."

The filly didn't listen. Pinkamena pushed Scootaloo off her lap, grabbed the knife, and stood up.

With blood still dribbling from her mouth, Scootaloo looked around, dazed.

The mare looked down at her. "The hell you doin'?" she asked. "Fuckin' hide!" she yelled softly.

The filly jumped up and hid under the couch.

Pinkamena ran next to the front door as it opened. Clover stepped in.

"Lucky?!" she called. "You home yet?!" No answer. "Guess not." she said, closing the door.

She walked further in, stopping when she saw the sandwich on the kitchen table. Pinkamena stepped up behind her, grabbed her head, and threw her into the front door. The mare was knocked out and fell to the floor.

"Damn, that always feels good to do." said Pinkamena.

"Yay." the filly cooed, still in a lustful state.

Pinnkamena grabbed clover's back legs and dragged her up the stairs and into the bedroom. Once there, Pinkamena lifted Clover and threw her on the bed, rolling her onto her back.

"SCOOTS!"

The orange filly came into the room, still dazed by her bloodlust and the blood. She hadn't even wiped the blood that trailed down her muzzle.

Pinkamena got on the bed and lay down next to Clover, staring at the ceiling.

"Scoots? See if you can find a spider, or something."

The filly left the room and was gone for almost 10 minutes.

Pinkamena sighed and looked over at Clover, who let out a soft moan.

Scootaloo came back with a jar filled with about seven spiders.

"This good, Pinkie?" she asked.

"Scootaloo..." said Pinkamena, looking over at the filly. "How well would you say your memory is?"

She looked at Pinkamena with a confused expression.

"Answer the question."

"I don't know. Not so good at times."

"Hmm... That's believable... seeing as how you just called me Pinkie... you know... now that we're alone."

"Wha...?"

"What are you supposed to call me when we're alone?"

Scootaloo thought for a minute before realizing her mistake. "M-Mistress! I'm sorry!" The filly bowed low, not wanting to be punished.

Pinkamena narrowed her eyes, still laying on the bed next to Clover. "And don't forget that. Not unless I say otherwise."

"I won't, mistress." she assured the pink mare.

Clover let out another moan and clenched her eyes tight. Pinkamena looked over at her.

"I think somepony's coming to." said the mare.

Scootaloo stepped up next to the bed, looking at the mares.

Clover reached a hoof up to her forehead and moaned.

Pinkamena put a hoof around Clover and nuzzled her cheek. The filly sat on the floor, trying to stay out of sight. Clover slowly opened her eyes and let out another moan.

"Wha... What's going on?" she asked.

Pinkamena ran a hoof down Clover's chest. "You're safe now."

Clover went wide-eyed with fright. "Uh... Uh..."

The filly stayed out of sight.

Clover slowly looked over at Pinkamena, now becoming face to face with the mare.

"Uh... Uh..." stammered the mare.

"Hey." said Pinkamena. "What's up?" She rested her hoof on Clover's stomach.

"Uh... Uhh..."

"So... How are you?" asked Pinkamena.

"Wh... What are you doing?" asked Clover.

"Oh, nothing. Me and Sc--" She stopped when she looked over and couldn't see Scoots. "Scootaloo..." sang Pinkamena. "Come here..."

The orange filly slowly put her head up. "Y-Yes, Pinkamena?"

"Get your ass up here now and stop hiding."

The filly whimpered and crawled onto the bed next to Pinkamena.

"Do you still have those... you know?"

"The sp--" the filly started.

"Shh-SHHH!" Pinkamena urged. "Take the lid off."

The filly did as told, opening the jar. Pinkamena reached in the jar and pulled out a banana spider. Clover's eyes went wide with fright and she started to sweat as Pinkamena set the spider on her chest.

"G-g-g-g-g-g-g... Get it off of me." Clover whimpered.

"But it likes you." cooed Pinkamena.

The filly watched, standing next to Pinkamena. The spider sat still on Clover's chest as the mare started to sweat even more. Pinkamena grinned.

"Something wrong, Clover?" asked the mare.

The filly was still hot all over from her action earlier. Her gaze fell upon Pinkamena's cut foreleg.

Pinkamena was still grinning at Clover.

"It seems your new friend really likes you." said the mare.

"P-p-p-p-p-p-please... G-g-g-g-g-g-get it o-o-o-o-o-off of m-m-me." pleaded Clover.

The filly risked a chance and licked the mare's cut, enjoying the taste of the blood.

Pinkamena looked over at Scootaloo and smirked. "Seems like somepony's experiencing a bloodlust."

The filly pulled back, thinking she had done something wrong.

"Why'd you stop?"

"S-Sorry..." the filly apologized.

"Keep going if you want. A bloodlust is nothing to be ashamed of."

The filly slowly latched back onto the mare's foreleg, drinking from the nearly dry cut.

Pinkamena kept her hoof held out for Scootaloo and looked back at Clover. The mare was staring at the spider, which had moved a little closer to her head.

"Oh, look. He wants to say hi."

The spider moved a little closer.

"No no." said Clover. The spider moved closer. "No no no."

The spider reached up a leg and placed it on Clover's chin.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" the mare screamed, flailing around.

She hit Pinkamena square in the face, knocking her and Scootaloo off the bed.

"FUCK!" yelled Pinkamena.

Clover sat up and knocked the spider off. She then scrambled off the bed and jumped over the mare and the foal, making her way to the door. Pinkamena got up.

"DAMMIT!! SCOOTS!! GET HER!!!"

The filly jumped forward, not thinking while lost in her bloodlust. She bit down on the back of one of the fleeing mare's hind legs.

Clover let out a scream and fell forward.

"What the..." she whimpered. "M-my l-l-leg."

Pinkamena trotted over to Clover and picked her up. "You shouldn't have done that." she said.

The mare threw Clover into the wall hard. She fell to the floor, moaning. Pinkamena then kicked her in the side, knocking her onto her back. She began gasping for air.

"P-p-please..." she pleaded. She coughed a bit. "Let me go."

Scootaloo lunged forward and latched on to the mare's leg again, biting harder. She felt the salty sweetness of the mare's blood.

"Mmmmmmmm~" she moaned.

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" screamed Clover, feeling the foal's teeth break her skin. "NOO!!!"

Pinkamena knelt down next to her and punched her in the face... hard. Clover cried out in pain as a trickle of blood left her nose.

"You just royally... pissed me off." said Pinkamena. She punched Clover again.

Pinkamena stared at Clover, more blood trickling from her nose. The pink mare pulled back and punched her again. And again. And again.

The filly drank till the flow started to dry up and moved to the next leg, biting harder to tear a deeper wound.

Pinkamena punched Clover once more and began breathing heavily.

"S-stop..." pleaded Clover, coughing.

Her face was covered in blood and she had a bruise on her cheek.

"YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!" yelled Pinkamena, resuming punching Clover in the face.

The filly looked at Pinkamena with concern, blood dripping down her chin.

"M-Maybe you should s-stop," said Scootaloo. She looked around the room and saw the jar. "Y-You still have the spiders."

Pinkamena stopped in mid-punch and looked over at Scootaloo. The fires of Hell burning in her eyes.

"The spiders?" she asked.

She had forgotten about them during her rage.

"Ya... They're over there in the jar." she said, hoping the mare would stop beating the victim. She licked the still bleeding wound.

Pinkamena looked over at the jar of spiders and then down at Clover. Blood had flowed down her cheek and pooled on the floor. The pink mare grinned and continued breathing heavily.

"I got some more friends I'd like you to meet." she said. "Wait here."

She got up and headed over to the jar.

The mare picked up the jar and trotted back to Clover.

"Open wide." said Pinkamena, grinning as she held the open jar above Clover's face.

The injured mare began whimpering when she saw the spiders crawling around inside the jar.

"NOOOOOO!!!!" she screamed.

"Scootaloo! Hold her mouth open!"

"B-But--"

"But... what?" asked Pinakmena.

"Won't that hurt her?"

Pinkamena scoffed. "Any more than biting her leg?"

The filly's eyes widened as she realized what she had been doing. "I-I--"

"You, you... You what?" asked Pinkamena. "Now do as you're told. It's time for Clover's dinner." she said, shaking the jar of spiders.

"...Yes ma'am." Scootaloo said, slowly pulling the poor mare's mouth open.

Clover whimpered louder and began squealing as Pinkamena slowly tilted the jar. Clover's eyes widened as the first spider fell out, landing on her cheek. She sobbed and whimpered non-stop.

"That was a close one." said Pinkamena with a grin. "Let's see where number three lands."

Scootaloo let the mare's mouth close a little, feeling sorry for her. The third spider fell. It would've gone in Clover's mouth if Scootaloo kept it wide open.

"DAMMIT, SCOOTS!!!" yelled Pinkamena. "HOLD IT OPEN!!!"

The filly whimpered and pulled the victim's mouth open, painfully wide.

"S-Sorry!" Scootaloo cried.

"Not as sorry as you're going to be when we get back." said Pinkamena, glaring at the foal.

Scootaloo whimpered some more, fearful of Pinkamena's anger. Pinkamena tilted the jar some more. The fourth spider fell out and landed in Clover's mouth. The mare sccreamed as she felt the legs of the spider tickling her mouth. Pinkamena tilted the jar all the way, causing the other three to land in her mouth. Clover began choking on the spider.

"Release her, Scoots." said the mare.

The filly did as told and backed up slightly. Clover rolled over onto her stomach and propped herself up on her fornt legs, choking. She began pushing the spiders out with her tongue. Tears streamed down her cheeks and created a puddle on the floor. The filly tried to distract herself by biting her own foreleg and drawing blood. She then focused on that. Clover yelled from the bite and the spiders fell out of her mouth. She lay on the floor, crying from her leg wounds. Clover was crying hysterically, watching the spiders crawl away. The filly keep gnawing on her own leg, lapping up her blood. Pinkamena stood next to Clover.

"I think she's cracked, Scoots."

"Mmm?" the filly mumbled through her foreleg.

"I think Clover's scared out of her mind."

The scared mare cowered on the floor, repeating, "Please, make it stop. Please, make it stop."

Pinkamena knelt next to Clover and reached into her mane.

"The hell?" she thought aloud, not feeling the knife.

She looked arond and saw the knife laying next to the bed where she fell. She then looked at Scootaloo.

"Scoots. Get me the knife so I can finish this."

The filly didn't hear her as she st kept gnawing on her own foreleg.

"Scootaloo..." sand Pinkamena. "Get me... the fucking... knife."

Pinkamena held the knife against Clover's cheek.

"Oh, this is gonna be fun." said the mare, grinning.

Clover whimpered, sweating constantly. The filly was still in shock from having stabbed the mare.

"Please, don't." pleaded Clover.

Pinkamena smiled and swiped the knife, cutting the mare's cheek. Clover winced in pain and cried. The pink mare laughed and swiped clover's other cheek, causing her to scream in pain. The filly just sat on the floor, unable to think. Pinkamena ran the knife down Clover's chest.

"Where should I cut next?" she asked, grinning.

She looked over at Scootaloo.

"Hey, Scoots." said the mare. "Where should I cut next?" The filly just stared blankly. "Get over here, Scoots."

The filly flinched and did so. "Y-Yes, mistrcess?"

"Here." Pinkamena said, holding out the knife.

The filly looked at it in horror. "Wh-What are you giving this to me f-for?"

"Cut her."

"Wh-What!?"

"Take the knife and cut her." said Pinkamena sweetly.

"B-But."

Pinkamena grabbed Scootaloo by the back of the head and yanked her close, holding the knife under her chin. "Cut the mare or I'LL CUT YOU!!!"

"O-Okay!"

Pinkamena threw Scootaloo on the mare. She then tossed the knife on the mare's chest.

"Do it." she ordered.

The filly slowly picked up the knife and looked the helpless mare's body up and down.

Clover watched her with terror.

"Please..." she pleaded softly to the foal. "Don't."

"I-I have to." she said, closing her eyes and cutting the mare's left foreleg.

Clover let out a scream of pain.

"Just... stop this now. While you still can."

"I-I..." Scootaloo stammered.

"Yes." said Pinkamena slyly, placing a hoof on Scootaloo's back. "Stop. See what'll happen."

The filly's body shook with fear as she tried to think of what to do.

Clover looked up at the foal, tears streaming down her face.

"It's your choice, Scoots." said Pinkamena, rubbing Scootaloo's back. "Kill her or don't. What's it gonna be?"

"Wh-What happens if I don't?" she asked, not looking away from the poor mare.

Pinkamena smiled and leaned in, her head next to Scootaloo's. "If I tell you, it will spoil the fun."

The filly slowly put the blade on the mare's neck.

"No. Please." pleaded the mare. "D-don't..." she cried.

The knife dropped from the filly's grasp.

"I-I can't do it!" she sobbed.

Clover exhaled in relief. "Th-Thank you." she said softly.

The filly's eyes filled with tears as she nodded. Clover closed her eyes and rested her head. Pinkamena let out a low growl. She quickly picked up the knife and drove the blade through Clover's jaw. The filly screamed in fear as the mare's blood spattered all over her. Clover began choking on her own blood as Pinkamena pulled the knife out. She then slashed the mare's neck, blood spraying all over her face. Pinkmamena grabbed the back of Scootaloo's head again and pulled her in close. Pinkamena glared into the foal's eyes, her face covered in blood.

"We'll talk later." she said.

The filly just whimpered in sheer terror. Pinkamena threw her to the side and sighed. The filly lay there, whimpering and keeping still. She did not want to draw the mad mare's attention any more. Pinkamena laid down, resting her head on the dead mare's chest.

"Now... what to do with the body." Pinkamena lifted her head. "I have an idea."

The filly silently watched the pink mare. Pinkamena stood up and left the room, heading back downstairs. She then headed into the kitchen and began searching the drawers. She finally came upon a box of matches. She picked up the box and stuffed it into her mane. She then went down the hall and headed into the basement.

"Let's see." she muttered. She searched until she found a thing of gasoline. She picked it up and dragged it up the stairs. Once she got to the first floor, she opened it and began pouring it everywhere.

Scootaloo had calmed down and was now feeling the craving for more blood. She looked over at the dead mare, covered in blood.

Pinkamena walked up the stairs backwards, still pouring the gasoline.

Scootaloo trotted over to Clover's body and leaned down.

Pinkamena trotted down the hall backwards, making her way back to the room. She entered backwards, pouring the last of the gasoline and throwing the can aside.

"There." she said, turning around. "Now, that should..."

Scootaloo had her muzzle buried in the dead mare's neck, gulping down her blood and crying in disgust.

"...do it." finished the mare. She let out a sigh. "Oh, Scoots." she said, reaching into her mane and pulling out the matches. "You and blood." She took out a match and struck it against the wall, lighting it. "You'll learn to control it."

The filly looked up sadly. "I-I'm sick..." She saw the match. "Wh-What are you doing?"

"This." she said, throwing the match in the hallway.

The gasoline ignited and the house started to catch on fire. The filly squealed in fear.

"What?" asked the mare.

"You're burning the house down with us in it!?"

"Don't be so dramatic."

The filly just stared at the pink mare in disbelief. Pinkamena walked over to the window.

"Grab that gasoline can, Scoots." The filly just stared. "SCOOTS!" she yelled. "Get... the can." She paused. "Or would you rather burn to death?"

The filly ran to the can, picking it up and looked at Pinkamena for what to do next.

"Now bring it... over here." the mare ordered.

The filly ran over to the pink mare. Pinkamena grabbed the can.

"Whatever you do... play along." said Pinkamena. "Can you do that, Scoots?"

"Y-Yes." said Scoots, wiping the little droplets of blood from her lip.

Pinkamena cleared her throat and put on a frightened expression.

"HELP!" she yelled throwing the can at the window, shattering it. "HELP!"

The filly hesitated for a minute then yelled, too.

"HELP SOMEPONY!" yelled Scootaloo.

Ponies from all around had gathered outside the house, chattering and gasping. Pinkamena started to crawl out the window.

"COME ON, SCOOTS!" she cried, sounding scared out of her mind.

The filly followed the mare out the window

Pinkamena leapt from the window as onlookers gasped. She hit the ground hard.

"Ah... damn." she groaned.

Scootaloo tumbled after the mare, landing on her back with a loud thud, knocking the wind out of her. She then passed out. Pinkamena coughed and stood up, setting Scootaloo on her back. Derpy came running up to them.

"Pinke." she said. "You two okay? What happened to Clover?"

Pinkamena coughed. "She... She didn't make it."

Derpy felt a tear come to her eye. "No." she said. "Clover."

Pinkamena gave her a hug. "I tried to save her. I really did."

"She was my f... friend."

"I know, Derpy. I know."

The filly moaned a little but didn't wake. The two separated.

"If you need anypony to talk to, Derpy...." said Pinkamena. "Just come see me."

Derpy nodded. "I will."

Just then, Twilight came running through the crowd.

"What happened?" she asked frantically.

"Scoots and I came to visit Clover and she offered to make some food for us. I guess she left the stove on and--"

There was a loud boom as the stove exploded, engulfing the house in flames even more. Twilight looked back at Pinkamena.

"You two gonna be alright?" she asked.

Pinkamena nodded. "Scoots is just knocked out. I'll take her back to Sugarcube Corner so she can rest."

Twilight nodded as her horn began to glow. "I'll help out. You two get some rest."

Pinkamena smiled and trotted back to Sugarcube Corner.