Lyra and Bon Bon: The Emptiness

After the debacle with the nightmares, Scootaloo began to feel a lot better with her dreams. Gone were the days of mean stallions and dark hallways, and In came Wonderbolts fantasies and worlds made of candy. Her education, however, was still a lowlight among the recent highlights. Scootaloo tried her hardest to follow along with Ms. Cherilee, but she just couldn’t keep up. It was almost like she had an academic ankle weight around her hoove at all times. The situation reached its climax when Cheerilee asked that Lyra and Bon-Bon come to the school house for a “Educational Discussion” about Scootaloo. It was a bit concerning, but they showed up nonetheless. They arrived at about 4:30, and saw Cheerilee waiting on the steps of the school.

“Ah, Lyra and Bon-Bon, how are you on this fine day?”, Cheerilee asked.

“Oh, we’re just fine Ms. Cheerilee. How about you?”, Bon-Bon replied.

“I’m fine, a bit stressed out, but fine nonetheless.”, the school teacher said.

The three of them then trotted into the now empty school building, which Lyra and Bonnie found VERY creepy when not inhabited by the many foals it housed. The trio of mares proceeded into the classroom and took their seats.

“Alright, I’ll be honest ladies. Scootaloo....is barely passing.”, Cheerliee said awkwardly.

Lyra and Bon-Bon looked shocked, that hadn’t expected this news to be THIS bad. They knew Scoots wasn’t exactly a wiz, but this was new to them.

“How bad is it?”, Lyra asked.

“She can barely hold a D, in fact her current average is a 65.23, which is barely passing.”, Cheerliee said.

“Alright, but why did you call us here? Was it just to tell us that fact or did you need something else?”, Bon-Bon asked.

Cherilee shifted a bit, but maintained her professional glance.

“Well, usually when a student is failing, it has something to do with what goes on at home. I understand Scootaloo has sleeping problem, is that correct?”, Cheerilee asked.

“She DID, but that hasn’t happened in weeks. Hold on, what exactly are you implying, Ms. Cheerliee?”, Lyra asked suspiciously.

“I’m simply asked if anything else has happened at home. What do THINK I’m implying, Mrs. Heartstrings?”, Cheerilee asked right back.

You could cut the tension in that room with a bucking knife, hay even that wouldn’t cut it. You’d need a military grade space laser to get through that shit.

“Hold on now, Lyra. Ms. Cheerliee was just asking a simple question, weren’t you Ms. Cheerilee?”, Bon-Bon asked, trying to ease the rising stress.

“Yes, that’s all I wanted to know. You don’t think I’d call you bad parents, would you?”, Cheerilee asked defensively.

“See, Lyra, she didn’t mean anything bad by that. It just a question that got taken out of context. I’m sorry for my wife’s behavior, Cheerilee.”, Bon-Bon said with a blush.

“It’s quite alright, I’ve seen much worse. You ever met Filthy Rich? He’ll threaten to sue you if Diamond Tiara doesn’t get her “Proper Education”, seriously, he needs to take a chill pill.”, Cheerilee said with a chuckle.

That got a laugh from the couple, with Lyra in particular enmiting a hardy chuckle. The former tension of the room vanished like D.B. Cooper as the three mares had a nice laugh.

“All jokes aside, we’ll make sure to help Scootaloo in her struggle. Thanks for the talk, Cheerilee.”, Bon-Bon said.

They began to trot back to their apartment with a lot on their minds, how were they going to help Scootaloo in school?

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“What do you mean I’m getting a tutor?”, Scootaloo asked with a face of disbelief.

“It means your getting a tutor, Scootaloo. Your not doing hot in school, so we both feel like you need help. I promise it’s not as bad as you think.”, Bon-Bon said to her daughter.

“Well, who’s my tutor?”, Scootaloo asked.

“HIYA EVERYPONY!!! I HEARD SOMEPONY NEEDED A TUTOR?”, said a voice that reeked of energy and happiness.

Scootaloo’s face contorted into a look of horror, and turned to see Pinkie Pie in a graduation uniform complete with cap.

“Y-Y-Your my tutor?”, Scootaloo said with a look of horror.

Pinkie bounced to the small filly and put on a serious face.

“Your dang right I am, Scootaloo. When ponies need a tutor, they have me. I’m the one they need, but the one they don’t deserve.”, Pinkie said, putting on a gravely voice.

Scootaloo looked at her mothers, who wore a similar expression of confusion.

“Ha, just kidding. Sooo, what are we going to learn about first, kiddo?”, Pinkie asked.

Scootaloo looked at her mothers again, and expected them to speak up.

“Uh, she needs help in math, science, and history. She’s doing fine in reading, however.”, Lyra choked out.

Pinkie nodded and smiled at Scootaloo.

“You ready to learn, my dude?”, excited entity said.

Scootaloo sheepishly nodded and Pinkie pulled out a walkie talkie.

“To The Pinkie Cave!”, she yelled out.

In an instant, Scootaloo and Pinkie disappeared into a black hole in the ground. After they entered, the hole closed, leaving the two remaining mares speechless.

“What the hell was that?”, Lyra asked.

“Shit if I know.”, Bon-Bon responded.

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“Welcome to the Pinkie Cave, Scootaloo!”, Pinkie said while showing her cave off to the filly.

Scootaloo was shocked, she had never seen something so....pink. There were pink balloons, pink couches, and even a computer.

“This is where I plan ALL my parties and events similar to that. It has all the supplies and materials I need to plan parties. Plus, it has a built in sound system and mini fridge.”, Pinkie said.

Pinkie reached in the fridge and pulled out two sodas, which both read “Dr. Pinkie” on the side.

“You make your own soda?”, Scootaloo asked.

“Yuppers! It’s scrum-diddly-delicious!”, Pinkie replies before chugging the fizzy beverage.

“Don’t you think we should get on to the tutoring?”, Scootaloo asked with a confused gaze.

“Oh right! I forgot! Heh, I’m such a silly filly! Anyway, let’s get on to it!”, Pinkie said, pulling out a plethora of books, pencils, and one rubber chicken.

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It had been a week since Scootaloo had started to go to Pinkie Pie for tutoring, and boy golly did it show. Scootaloo was getting some of the highest grades on her class, much to the delight of her parents, teacher, and party pony tutor. At one point, a professor called the Heartstrings house and offered Scootaloo some kind of scholarship, but the family declined. Pinkie was beyond happy that her little filly student had improved so much, that she threw a party (of course ) and invited her entire class. There were cakes, cookies, and even the debut of “Dr. Pinkie”, which made all the fillies jump around like the poofy haired wonder. The drink was so good, that Pinkie later sold it out of Sugarcube Corner, and made a lot of money.