The Calamity of the Strange Wasp sting
“Ahh man!! This was such a bust!!”
“This sucks”
“Darnit!”
Childish voices can be heard near the outskirts of the Everfree after a loud crash happened. Surrounded by trees of the weird and strange forest entrance that houses the weird and strange. Three young fillies are sitting on their haunches, bewildered and sticky from their recent plan to get their cutie marks.
“I knew that Cutie Mark Crusaders ‘sticky runners’ was a bust!” Scootaloo said as she flapped her wings trying to get the sap out of her feathers to no avail.
“You said it. Now we are back at square one and need a bath” Applebloom said as she grit her teeth in disappointment and folds her forehooves over her chest.
“At least it was not like the other plan of being glue manufacturers. Rarity is still mad about us gluing Opal to that table by accident..” Sweetie Belle said as she looked at her companions with a calm face.
“I swear! We are running out of ideas! What else do we have next on the agenda Sweetie Belle?” Applebloom asked as she and Scootaloo turned to their unicorn friend. Sweetie had to think about the ideas that are actually possible in the moment.
“Let’s see… Wanna be kart drivers?” Sweetie Belle asked for confirmation.
“Yeah! We can make the fastest kart in all of Equestria! So fast that it will be the land version of Rainbow Dash! Named the… Rainbow dash of land!” Scootaloo said with excitement in her voice to the idea of building a speed demon. Applebloom however shakes her head at the idea.
“Can’t. Too expensive to get all the proper materials and… well our budget is kinda blown at the moment” Reasoned the earth pony. Scootaloo instantly deflated and mumbled a silent swear.
“Ok ummm… Cutie Mark Crusader house-mares?” The moment the idea left Sweetie’s muzzle, the rest of the trio groaned in annoyance.
“No freaking way Sweetie. That is humiliating, not awesome, and just plain wrong!” Scootaloo said as she laid on the grass, not caring of the grass and dirt beneath her getting stuck to her coat.
“Besides. The only one in this group that has a lover like a husband to be a house-mare to is you Sweetie Belle. Kinda one-sided and a misogynistic cutie mark for our taste” Applebloom said as she copied Scootaloo’s actions.
Sweetie Belle sighed and did the same thing, fresh out of quick ideas. Watching the clouds move at their natural pace in the sky and the lonely dragonfly flying loops above their prone figures. Scootaloo is beginning to blow raspberries at nothing, Applebloom is relaxing with her eyes closed, and Sweetie Belle is only thinking about what they can do to earn their cutie marks. The group hasn’t tried many things that are unrealistic within their current access to things. Something they haven’t tried before or gave so little of a chance that it can be re-approached. A gentle breeze passed by as the day continued and Sweetie Belle continue her thinking.
‘Well sticker making was bad, being musicians is… well it's gonna take too long. Something that is possible and possibly less messy. Hmmm maybe..’ Sweetie Belle thought as she came up with something that is honestly her last attempt at an activity they can do that might bring out their special talent.
“How abou-”
“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Scootaloo jumped as a lonely wasp buzzed away from her head at a frightening pace. Scootaloo immediately got up and jumped back away from the wasp, breathing shallow at the jump scare.
“Scoots? Are you alright!?!” Sweetie Belle said as she sat up and looked to her friend with Applebloom sitting up alongside her..
“No I am not alright! That thing stung me!!” Scootaloo said as she rubbed the sting on her left forehoof.
“Let me see,” Applebloom asked Scootaloo. Being on a farm, Applebloom is used to all kinds of bugs, rodents, and small pestilences having a go with her, so a wasp sting is common knowledge to her. Applebloom grabbed Scootaloo’s forearm and lifted it slightly to see the sting on her. When Scootaloo lifted her hoof slowly off the sting area, it showed a strong irritated bump of pus and blood. A sharp intake of air left Scootaloo as Applebloom touched the bite softly, quickly retracting as pain seems to still be sharp. Other than that, Scootaloo looks fine; no allergy or poisoning from the wasp.
“Just clean it with some antibacterial ointment, numbing cream, and a tiny bit of alcohol and you should be alright” Applebloom said as she let go of her friend’s arm. Scootaloo looked at her arm worriedly but accepted the information from her friend. A quick look to the sky showed that dusk is beginning to show.
“Time to go home guys. It’s almost sundown.” Scootaloo said as she has a curfew to follow. Applebloom nodded in agreement and began to walk towards the mainland. Sweetie Belle however was looking at the wasp.
The wasp itself had a weird look and shape. The color of its body was a weird purple and orange, the eyes weren’t black but white instead. The weirdest feature was no doubt the stinger. Most wasps keep their stinger when stinging an enemy, but this one has no stinger.
‘That’s weird.. Ms. Cheerlie and Fluttershy never mentioned this when I asked them on the animal field trip’ Sweetie Belle puzzled. ‘Well Scoots is alright so I guess it's nothing’ Sweetie concluded as she glanced at the peculiar insect one last time before running to catch up with her friends.
“Hey wait for me!!”
A school bell can be heard as the first set of classes began at Cheerlie’s Schoolhouse on a nice Monday morning. Colts and Fillies of an adolescent age can be seen gathered for their normal dose of education. Everyone from Diamond Tiara to Twist can be seen in their chairs as Cheerlie starts attendance.
“Button Mash?”
“Present!”
“Silver Saddle?”
“Here Ms!”
“Rumble?”
“Present.”
“Happy Swiss?”
“V’ere Ms!”
One by one, the class roaster was called out. However there was one who wasn’t present at the moment.
“Scootaloo? Are you here?” Cheerlie asked as she looked toward the young Pegasus’ desk.
Not a soul inhabited it.
“That’s strange. Applebloom! Do you know where Scootaloo is?” Cheerlie asked the young earth pony.
Applebloom shakes her head at the question. Just as confused as her teacher.
“No I haven’t Ms. Cheerlie. Not since yesterday.” Applebloom replied
“What about you Sweetie Belle?” The purple mare looked in Sweetie’s direction.
“Same thing: Only yesterda-”
“Sorry I am late!!” Cried a shrill voice.
Everyone looked at the entrance to see Scootaloo standing with her face pointed down to the ground. Sweat can be seen dripping off of her face and body from exertion. Scootaloo proceeds to walk to her desk in shame with her head still pointing down. Cheerlie gave Scootaloo a harsh commentary as she see her student pass her desk.
“Well now that Scootaloo is here and she has decided to start class on her time, I suppose we can have a pop quiz so that tardiness won’t happen again.” Cheerlie said as the whole class groaned in displeasure. All of the students begin to murmur about how this is Scootaloo’s fault.
Cheerlie quickly silenced them with another choice.
“If I hear any rude comments about Scootaloo, then need I remind you all that I can also double your homework assignments?” Cheerlie exclaimed as the whole room went silent; avoiding the possible boring task. “Good. Now here are the handouts. Take one and pass the rest backward.”
Scootaloo sat at her desk between her friends in silence. Sweetie Belle was worried about her and looked over to her friend. “Hey Scoots? Why are you late?” Sweetie pondered as Applebloom looked over in their direction to hear the answer.
“..I just woke up late..” A muffled answer came out of Scootaloo’s mouth as she planted her head on the desk, further covering up her face.
“Oh! Well it happens to the best of us sometimes.” Sweetie accepted the answer as she grabbed the handouts from Silver Spoon.
“Yeah if you are a loser” A whisper was said in front of her.
“Shut up Silver Spoon,” Sweetie said in annoyance as the filly in front of her giggled mischievously.
“How’s the sting treating ya Scootaloo?” Applebloom asked her to receive her handout as well.
Scootaloo didn’t immediately answer. The sound of last minute conversations and scrapping paper was heard for a few seconds before Scootaloo gave an answer.
“Fine”” The muffled voice of the Pegasus was the only answer they heard though barely audible.
Applebloom looked at Sweetie Belle as they weren't convinced she was fine. They are used to Scootaloo’s contumacious attitude when she is in a funk; toughness is her greatest flaw just like her idol. So this is nothing new to the other members as they begin to focus on the test.
The test was in its 20th minute mark as the sounds of scratching pencils can be heard all throughout the classroom. Cheerlie was reading a book as the clock ticked slowly to the approaching end mark. Sweetie Belle was hard at work on difficult questions on the test and she was thinking about skipping. Then suddenly.
Buzz...Buzz…
A soft, annoying buzz sound can be heard next to Sweetie Belle. The sound was coming from somewhere within her proximity, audible enough to be a disturbance as it stopped her from thinking on the tough question. The natural thought of a random fly flying near her ears was the first guess. Swatting at her ears lightly to get the bug away from her as she went back to her test. No sound for a brief moment as the scratching pencils continued.
Buzz...Buzz...Buzz...Buzz
The sound returned.
Sweetie Belle sighed angrily as this was beginning to annoy her greatly. Swatting at her head more aggressively at the open area near her ears as the sound came back ceasely. 3 minutes passed as the sound would come back, on and off in a pattern. Sweetie Belle had enough and began thrashing in her desk trying to hit the bug. This caused a bit of a ruckus and Cheerlie noticed.
“Sweetie Belle! Do you want an F? Stop your foolishness!” Cheerlie said as she looked at her student act like a fool in her classroom. Sweetie stopped when Cheerlie addressed her and replied with an answer to her actions.
“I am sorry Ms. Cheerlie but there is a bug buzzing near my head and I can’t focus on my test!” Sweetie Belle explained pleadingly. The head teacher looks at her student with concern as she lets her words sink in.
“Is that why you are thrashing in your seat? A small fly buzzing around? Just ignore it-”
Buzz...Buzz...Buzz
Buzz...Buzz...Buzz
Buzz...Buzz...Buzz
All the students picked their heads up from the papers as the sound became louder. The strong sound of buzzing can be heard all through the classroom as the students begin to see that Sweetie Belle isn’t being delusional or a distraction. The sound only got more ominous and scary as it continued, so students in the class were getting goosebumps and other skin crawling sensations as the buzzing continued. Something about it was just creepy and unnerving, like pins and needles when you sleep on a joint for far too long.
“In Celestia’s rainbow colored tail!. What is that sound?!” Diamond Tiara said as she covered her ears.
“Why do I feel so weird?” Snips says as he covered his ears as well.
BUzzzz...Buzzzzz...Buzzzzz
Buzzz...Buzzzz...BUzzzzz
The sound carried on for a minute. Students covering their ears as the ungodly sound rocked their cores. Applebloom and Sweetie Belle covered their ears as the sound got stronger in volume. Sweetie Belle looked all around the room to see the anarchy of this sound with an unknown source.
Where could it be coming from..? Sweetie Belle pondered as she looked ubiquitously. The window, the door, teacher desk, the back of the class, the front. Only place she hasn’t looked is..
“Scootaloo!” Sweetie Belle shouted as the buzzing suddenly ceased as the pegasus stirred from her slumber. The entire class all slowly removed their hooves from their heads as Scootaloo raised her head slightly.
“Huh? What did I miss?” Scootaloo said as she kept her head down.
“YOUNG lady! What is the matter with you today?” Cheerlie trotted up to the pegasus’ desk; fuming with anger at the disrespect of her student for the day.
“What did I do? I’m sorry I fell asleep..” Scootaloo said without looking at the teacher.
Everyone one in the room grew silent when a single ‘oooo’ came out as the tension between the student and teacher arised.
“Oh now she is gonna get it.” Somepony whispered in the back.
“Scootaloo. I will not tolerate such an disrespectful apology. Look me in the eye and say it properly.” Cheerlie commanded growing tired of the folly Scootaloo has presented in one school day. School was for knowledge and learning the standards of the established world and Cheerlie took this position very seriously.
“What?” Scootaloo said louder than anything she has said today.
“Pick your head up from that desk and apologize young lady.” Cheerlie repeated.
“Ms. Cheerlie no! I-I can’t!” Scootaloo begged from her awkward position.
“And why can’t you Scootaloo? Please enlighten the class that you have disrupted as to why you cannot look me in the eye?” Cheerlie hammers on.
“...” No answer was given by Scootaloo. Not a whisper as her head began to shake and tremble from her position. Still not looking at the head teacher for unseen reasons.
Cheerlie gave a sigh and quickly took a sharp intake of air. “Scootaloo. I am afraid you are gonna have to leave the class for today. Please step outside.” Cheerlie finished as she went to her desk.
Sweetie Belle can only watch as her friend packs up her stuff and walks the shameful walk slowly. Scootaloo’s actions applaud her mind as she has known the girl to be respectful of authority and responsive when asked for her business. This was very uncharacteristic of her good friend. Scootaloo could have just woken up on the wrong side of bed and was in a sour mood maybe. But even then the same thing would apply; Scoots is responsible and respectful. One final glance in the direction of the classroom door showed Scootaloo walk outside and closed the door behind her as the class awaited further instruction.
“Now. Resume your quizzes everypony”
A few days passed and Scootaloo came to class later and later in the class day. Her latest being 7th period before school was over. Over time it became worrying to everypony in the class as this strange behavior continued. Diamond Tiara even told everyone to not bother or tease the CMC because she believed that the constant bullying and teasing is making a physical effect on Scootaloo. Every time she came, Scootaloo hid her face from the light of day and the eyesight of her peers. When Cheerlie commented on her again for not lifting her face above her desk, she started coming in with a paper bag as a mask just to protect her identity. Slowly the class got used to it though it, however the sight of the bag over Scootaloo’s head still creeped most of them out. The buzzing sound would still come up whenever Scootaloo came to class and it increased in volume throughout the class day. Students would grow uneasy and feel a strong sense of discomfort as the sound occured. However, the class carried on as usual despite the hindrance.
As the days turned into weeks, Scootaloo stopped showing up for classes in general. When Sweetie Belle and Applebloom went to go check up on Scootaloo at her aunt’s house, they were met with a deadend; No answer came to the house as they knocked and knocked for what felt like hours. Multiple times they tried to sneak in or get the attention of her guardians but again to no avail.
The strangeness of this whole event led Sweetie Belle to sit in with Fluttershy. Ever since that time of crusading near the Everfree, Sweetie Belle has been suspicious of the wasp that stung Scootaloo. The color of the wasp and its strange characteristics has motivated Sweetie to talk with the only animal expert in Ponyville. Fluttershy is sitting at the tea table with the young filly as the conversation about the wasp began.
“Thank you for sitting with my Fluttershy. I'm gonna make this quick” Sweetie Belle said as she looked downcast at the cup of warm liquid.
“Anytime Sweetie Belle. So what is on your mind?” Fluttershy sipped her tea
“Well.. There was this strange wasp that I found the other day” Sweetie Belle half-lied
“And I found it to be very weird looking. I only got a glimpse of it before moving away from it.”
“Ok.” Fluttershy is intrigued by the events.
“Yeah so.. The wasp looked weird and everything.” Sweetie Belle looked up with a weird expression. “It had an orange and purple body color, a weird rounded head and-”
“No stinger!!?” Fluttershy began to shake and quiver as the words left her lips.
Sweetie Belle could only look on as the element of Kindness broke into a cold sweat. Her features darkened as something about the description frightened the mare’s very core. Fluttershy is topically timid, but this was something else entirely. Truth of the matter is, Sweetie Belle is more frightened by the reaction of the animal pony.
“Did you get stung by that wasp Sweetie Belle!?!? Did you!!? Fluttershy said in a loud voice as she proceeded to back up into her chair a bit from Sweetie Belle.
“No I didn’t! Why? What would happen if I did get stung?” Sweetie Belle inquired as the dread of knowing the answer surfaced. Her coat slowly glistened with cold sweat like the mare before her.
“Well it… would be very bad” Fluttershy said as she gulped the remainder of her tea to calm herself before continuing. “Very very bad if you got stung by the Hell’s wasp.”’” Fluttershy said.
“Hell’s wasp?” Sweetie Belle said, not liking the implications of the name.
“The wasp you are describing is a Beelzbubhymenoptera or simply called the ‘Hell’s wasp” Fluttershy explains. “Unlike other wasps, the Hell’s acts like a lancer. Sharp and quick and it injects a poison. The poison is said to cause great pains and effects.. Those effects could...” Fluttershy trails off as the horror of the insect scares her to the core. Sweetie Belle finds the mare’s behavior to be very suspicious and strange. What is so wrong with the wasp sting? Sweetie Belle wonders as Fluttershy calms down from the news being brought to her.
“Don’t think too hard on it Sweetie Belle. The Hell’s wasp didn’t sting you which is all that matters” Fluttershy said to the girl. Sweetie Belle could only think about Scootaloo as the news was brought on to her. “Though it is strange to see one in a lifetime being extremely rare and endangered. It's actually less than 15 in the whole world as it was last documented.”
“How do you know so little about the wasp erm.. Hell’s wasp Fluttershy? You are the animal expert of Equestria for dragon’s sake!” Sweetie threw her hooves up in annoyance. Fluttershy showed a look of melancholy as she lamented to Sweetie Belle.
“Trust me… I wish I hadn't learned about the creature. It's better if you forget Sweetie Belle.. For all of us” Fluttershy said as she looked to her tea with a look of regret on her face.
Sweetie Belle couldn’t believe the situation that is in front of her involving the strange wasp. Scootaloo could be in a world of trouble and the only way she can get her friend some help is by telling Fluttershy the truth about the wasp sting.
Oh I hope Scootaloo is alright.
“Hey Fluttershy?”
“Hmm?”
“Is there… a cure for someone who is stung?” Sweetie Belle asked hopefully. Praying to Celestia that this can be avoided.
“I am sorry but.. No. No cure.” Fluttershy said.
“Now. Let’s finish these tea cakes. They aren’t gonna eat themselves...unless Discord snaps his talons”
“Yeah...hehehe. So what would happen if someone did get stung?” Sweetie Belle asked the final question.
“Well…” Fluttershy gave Sweetie a sad look. A look of absolute despair as she gathered the information as she tried to hide the information from the filly.
“Well…?” Sweetie Belle said giving the puppy dog eyes thinking it will sway the adult mare. Fluttershy all but whispers the last response for the night.
“..you don’t really want to know what happens in that cruel and downtrodden place they send ponies with no mental ability to know proper treatment from torture do you?.” Fluttershy finishes as her face contorts in revulsion at the true news. Sweetie Belle giggled nervously as she decided not to tell Fluttershy due to the news. Not knowing how to accept it. The night continued without much struggle and Sweetie Belle went home.
A month goes by and their was a macabre murder in front of the Schoolhouse. A young colt by the name of Cat’s paw, known for being the teacher’s pet and most reliable homework answer source was found dead at the entrance of the schoolhouse. Diamond Tiara was reported to have found the young colt in the grotesque state. Falling ill and fainting at the sight. She recounted how she discovered the boy to the Royal Guard and then to the other students in private. Diamond remembered being on class opening duty for the day and was to be early to set the room up. When she was at the school’s dirt roads, she saw a lump of flesh and fur at the doorstep. At first, she thought somepony was so poor that they would sleep outside the school, but when she got closer and saw the strange object? Diamond Tiara turned a sickish green.
The body was equine in shape and it was riddled with lumps upon lumps, blue pus and red blood ran outside of the apex of the lumps. The size of the lumps were like grapefruits and the severity of the attacks left the body unrecognizable; the face was so bloated that the features were covered in its own skin due to the swelling. The smell of raw meat and sour sweet honey made a filthy aroma and the buzzing of the insects crawling on the flesh added to the display. The only way Diamond Tiara was able to identify the pony was his cutie mark that was distorted and noised by the lumps and their awkward position on him. The part of the moment that caused Diamond Tiara’s weakness was when the pus-filled lump burst opened and multiple wasps came out of the rotting corpse.
That day we were all sent home while the investigation continued. Princess Twilight and the other elements were leading the investigation as the events surrounding it can be classified as magical. However no results turned up after a week and the investigation hit a stand still. The strangeness continued as other things started happening after that showcase of horror: Wasps would nest all alongside the school house in an invasive aggression going beyond their nature. The nestings were small and manageable at first, but rapidly grew. In just 2 days after the smallest nest formed, a huge nest that covered the entire base of the Schoolhouse can be seen from miles away. All forms of wasps would just come and join the oversized nest. Social and Solitary wasps permeated the air with extreme pride and dominance. The rapid construction of the nest puzzled animal experts and even Fluttershy when asked to observe the overnight phenomena. The wasps themselves were once friendly, but as the nest grew in size and capacity, the wasps grew more violent. Stinging anypony that got within reach of the Schoolhouse. One colt by the name of Button Mash was stung so badly by a group of wasps that he fell into anaphylactic shock and went into a mini-coma. Sweetie Belle was depressed and sad at the misfortune of her coltfriend. Over time the Schoolhouse was closed due to the concern of parents. The Equestrian health corporation declared the Schoolhouse unfit for schooling due to the unhealthy wasp activity.
The last new strange development was the strong sound of buzzing at night in Ponyville. Ponies would go to sleep with ear plugs as the buzzing got out of hand. Wasps will behave in a madcap manner around the residential areas of ponies and sting them when within range. Ponies would go as far as to buy and make their own bee-keeping suits to protect themselves from the wasps.
Sweetie Belle can be seen walking to Holiday and Lofty residence on a crisp spring evening. Despite the wishes and concerns of her older sister, Applebloom, and Fluttershy, Sweetie had to make sure her friend was alright in this time of peculiar crisis. The pathway leading up the house is filled with trees and bushes; Secluded and adjacent to the main town as the house sits at the Ponyville outskirts. The display of natural beauty slowly became askew and perverted as Sweetie approached the house in the distance as it entered her vision. The rows of trees slowly showed weird signs as Sweetie passed the rows one by one. The branches have yellow sap that glows in the slowly setting sun. The Trees are all hallowed and dying as the sap webs around the trees in sick artistry that defiles nature. Waxy coatings of nests dominate the tree's surface and even acts as a casting to the dying vertical giants. The creepiest part was the strong ominous buzzing that grew in volume as the house quickly approached. Sweetie Belle was getting feelings of dread and fear as the strong activity of wasps resurfaced as she reached the clearing.
Carefully, Sweetie Belle stopped as the wasps buzzed around the air in a net pattern. Her path is blocked and she doesn’t want to get stung. Sweetie Belle inched her hoof just a bit to see if she can go past quietly but the moment her hoof landed on the soft dirt road, a stray wasp catapulted itself in the direction of her hoof. Sweetie Belle quickly retracted her hoof and saw that the wasp speared itself in the same spot as the limb.
‘Well that’s not gonna work.. These wasps are vicious’ Sweetie thought as she began to lighten her horn, but a moment later it proved to be a grave mistake. The buzzing increased in volume as the appendage created the offending light and one by one the wasps all came out of their nests and began to swarm all around Sweetie Belle. Sweetie is shocked and scared as the wasps become immediately hostile and begin to launch themselves at her at unnatural speeds.
Shank..
“Awwwwoooo!!!” A lone wasp stung itself into Sweetie Belle’s arm as she screamed.
Pat! Pat! PAT!
Three more slammed into the young unicorn as she began to run away from the house. The hives in the trees all groaned with the sound of buzzing wasps as everyone in the colony began to chase Sweetie Belle. Sweetie Belle ran blindly into the shrubbery in a desperate attempt to get away from the violent insects. Running blindly in the forest for 5 minutes straight as the sweat and exhaustion takes its toll on the girl. Mental thoughts hindered and handicapped as she kept running away from the onslaught of insects. The buzzing sound is still intense as she runs with no direction. Not looking in front of herself, Sweetie Belle trips on something thick and lands face first into mud. Picking herself and breathing shallow, uncontrolled breaths, looking behind her to see what tripped her and instantly regretting she did.
A lump of flesh was behind her. Full of lumps and wasps nesting in the body. The coat is a pale yellow and the hair is gamboge. Sweetie Belle hyperventilates as she scoots back away from the horrible sight and bumps into a cold, fleshy thing with her back. Sweetie turns around to see another pale yellow mare, only this time the mane was a scarlet color. Same hideous lumps all over her body with wasps crawling in and out of the open orifices made by themselves. Sweetie Belle screamed again with new strength in the opposite direction of the bodies. Running aimlessly has led her to fall into a slope in the forest. Tumbling, rolling, and flopping painfully on the earthly ground as Sweetie Belle landed in a river at the clearing.
“Ouuuucccchh. My horn and my arms..” Sweetie gasps out as she picks herself up.
“Shake the pain SB.. Shake the..” Sweetie stopped as she saw a familiar shape on the other side of the small river. The purple hair, the signature cow lick… It can only be her.
“Scootaloo!!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed as she was excited to see her long lost friend.
“I am so glad to see you! Are you alright? Did you get better-” As Sweetie Belle got close to her friend and Scootaloo turned towards the other crusader, the world stopped as fear and horror slowly crept on Sweetie Belle’s face.
Scootaloo’s face has morphed and changed into an unnatural and most revolting freak of pony nature. Long antennas have sprouted from her forehead that discolored from her coat’s orange, her eyes bulged out in a grotesque and painful way as black hexagons spread across it. Her mouth has been replaced with blood red pincers and her nose has been smoothed and flattened into her skin, coated with a thick red crimson. ‘Blood…’ Sweetie Belle thought as she continued looking at her once good friend. The body of her friend has changed into an unhealthy 8 shape figure and her wings have grown out long and strong, but the wings were that of a wasp and not an equine. Her tail is frizzled and messy and her hooves now have pointed bottoms.
“Buuzzzz….” The only said came from Scootaloo as the pony reared its legs and pounced on Sweetie Belle. Pointed hooves dug into Sweetie’s shoulders as the pony turned wasp lowered its mouth to her face. Slowly the pincers opened up and an evil scene began; A long curled up stinger in place of the tongue has come out of the pincer mouth and menacingly hovered over Sweetie Belle’s face for an agonizingly long time. In slow motion, Sweetie watched as the tongue fling itself in her direction. Nanosecond after nanosecond, Sweetie perceived the filthy come closer as she quickly charged her horn with more focus she had in that moment than she has had in her entire life. A beam of light came out of her horn and shot the monstrosity, throwing it off the extra weight as Sweetie Belle ran up the stream. The buzzing continued as the two participants in the chase ran for dear life as the river led back to the forest and the sappy trees as far as her eye could see. Maneuvering between the sappy trees was not easy for the same would be so thick that Sweetie Belle would get caught randomly as the wasp pony behind her flew around the obstructions with ease. Wasps in the area added to the chase as Sweetie Belle ran as fast as her short legs can take her, while the wasp pony was gaining on her.
“Help!! HELP!!” Sweetie Belle yelled as the forest showed no end in sight. The buzzing so loud that her plea would be lost in the white noise. A look back and she saw Scootaloo leaning forward with her insect-like wings. The buzzing grew so loud that Sweetie’s ears could not stand the volume and she quickly ducked and cowered as her worst fear continued to approach her at breakneck speeds. However the wasp zoomed past its target, not expecting the dodge and slams right into the thick sap that the wasps themselves have produced.
Sweetie Belle looked up to see her friend stuck in the filthy sap of the trees, unable to move, unable to chase her. In this brief moment of relief, a clearing leading back to Ponyville is seen and the young filly runs down the road. Never looking back at her old friend.
A year goes by and the three missing ponies reports and posters are all over town. Scootaloo and her aunts have not been seen since the wasps invaded Ponyville and no one has seen them since. Sweetie Belle has been afraid of wasps since that awful night of running in the woods. When her Sister asked her why she was covered in dirt and grim, Sweetie broke down crying as all of the unnatural events were too much for the young filly and her mind. Sweetie Belle locked herself in her room and has kept isolated from the horrors of the outside, but the dreadful buzzing noise that will forever pollute the sound waves of Ponyville will be her reminder that the horror is far from over.
Author's Note
I always hated Wasp stings as a kid.
Always let me know if there are some narrative and grammar mistakes I need to look out for!
