Broken Hearts Part 1: Entropy's Wrath

As Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle approached the mound of rock they began to smell something vile and saw a steaming scorch mark near a limp decaying pony. From the pale blue fur and the rainbow mane they bot knew exactly who it was, Scootaloo broke down, tears pouring from her eyes. Sweetie began to sob as well for some of the same reasons as Scootaloo but mainly for another, more distinct reason. Sweetie, while she could be quite girly like her sister, was actually quite strong and could take all sorts of punishment. But there was one thing in this world she could not stand; seeing the love of her life crying and filled with gloom. This was a love that stood up to Spike's love for Rarity, however nothing could possibly be that strong, but strong enough.

To start with how Sweetie fell for Scootaloo would not even come close to justifying Sweetie's tale. It all started with the day she got her cutie mark, like most spring days in Ponyville it was a bright and sunny one, the sky filled with the fantastic aromas of spring. It was about a year and a half ago and Sweetie was on her way to the CMC's clubhouse, accompanied by yet another one of her coltfriends. Sweetie, like her sister, had trouble finding the right stallion, and to Sweetie, this was the key to getting her cutie mark. When she arrived she found an angry Applebloom, who had been that way since she got her cutie mark, and a cheerful Scootaloo. When Sweetie entered with her coltfriend, who was just an average stallion with headphones for a cutie mark, she was approached by the angry Applebloom. "Oh, hey what's up Sweetie Belle? Busy trying to get your prostitute cutie mark?!" Applebloom said with a loud mocking tone. "What crawled up your flank and died?" Scootaloo interrupted, an enormous grin on her face. Applebloom became enraged and stomped off in anger. "Thanks Scootaloo, this is Beats." Sweetie said. "Hey what's up." Scoot said to Beats who simply nodded.

Now, most of the stallions who dated Sweetie Belle were normal, except for the fact that they had a blank flank fetish, and Beats was no different. For Sweetie this became problematic, and the main reason she could not keep a steady relationship. By the time the stallions had the balls to make a move Sweetie would always decline stating, "I don't think I'm ready." which was when most stallions left. Beats however had decided to stay, Sweetie thought he might be the one. After a short bit of awkward silence between the three ponies Scootaloo finally said, "Well okay then, I got to go, me and Rainbow Dash have some flight training to do!" Scootaloo galloped off in an excited manner. "Good luck!" Sweetie shouted as Scootaloo disappeared from the tree house.

When Sweetie turned around to see Beats, she found him staring contently at her flank. She blushed at first but then heard the sound of magic and observed Beats' horn begin to glow. When she shifted to see what it was he was doing, she was struck in the head by a large, decorative lamp Applebloom had previously placed in the clubhouse. Beats approached the now unconscious pony and looked down on her, seeing a bit of blood trickle down her forehead and across her smooth lips. He sat there for a moment to admire her beauty, like her sister Sweetie had grown up to be a very beautiful unicorn. Like Rarity, Sweetie Belle had a sleek and attractive look, her fur was softer than a newborn foal. Her flank, unlike her sister, was of considerably large size, Beats lobed that about Sweetie. Her mane was usually a different style every day, but recently she had stuck to one she liked, similar to her original mane texture but instead of deep curls her mane was straightened, but she kept the natural curve. Which made it look like, a more dark than usual, array of pink and purple waves, that moved elegantly through the air when she flipped it; which happened frequently as her bangs tended to hang in front of her right eye. Seeing these thick luscious strands of hair, and a lack of a cutie mark on that large flank of hers, Beats could hold back no longer.

Beats lifted Sweetie's limp rump into the air in front of his face and farted the large luxurious tail from obscuring his view of her naughty bits. He starred intensely, furiously, hungrily, trying to decide which of her two virginity's he wanted to take. After a moment of thought he decided he could not resist that flank of hers any longer and plunged his thick member deep within her not-to-be-penetrated-without-proper-lube-preparation-and-consent orifice. As he furiously pounded away at the defenseless, and still unconscious, pony he noticed spurts of blood and other familiar residues beginning to seep from her. This only increased his twisted pleasure, yet the texture had reminded him of the inside of a moist marshmallow. As he saw the blood and residue begin to clump the tufts of fur on Sweetie's flank where her cutie mark should be, Beats could no longer hold it in. He then let loose a torrent of his putrid seed filling poor Sweetie's nearly destroyed plothole. Beats pulled himself out and backed away, simply grinning as he watched her lay there, he then left before she awoke.

When she finally regained control of her mind after being knocked out, Sweetie found she could not move, without feeling intense and uncontrollable pain in her rear. She began to tear up from the pain as she tried to recall what might have happened. When she remembered the lamp and noticed the blood of the floor near her backside she came to the only logical conclusion. The stallion she had thought could be tho one had raped her, and left her there; this, Sweetie could not handle and she burst into tears as she lay limp on the floor. Sweetie then, did what she had always done when consumed by depression, she levitated a quill and some stationery from a nearby desk and began writing a sad love song. Sweetie wrote these on occasion when she was feeling a bit down, but this one she knew would be different. After she had finished writing, Sweetie heard the familiar voice of her close friend Scootaloo calling for her. Not wanting Scootaloo to see her this way, Sweetie levitated a sheet to cover her in a sad attempt to hide her debilitated and abused body. When Scootaloo entered the clubhouse she noticed the poor excuse for a ploy and tore the sheet away from Sweetie to see her mutilated body lying there, crying.

When Scootaloo saw her best friend in this way, a burning passion of hatred and anger scorched in her heart, for she knew exactly what had happened here. She screamed at the top of her lungs, "Where is that bastard! I'll bucking kill him! As Celestia is my witness, I will end that worthless stallions life for what he did!" Sweetie just continued to cry, and Scootaloo realized that Sweetie needed her to be there for her, now more than ever. Scootaloo gave a more passionate tone and lifted Sweetie to her hooves. "It will be okay Sweetie Belle, I'm here for you; that mean old stallion is gone." Scootaloo said gently resting Sweetie Belle on a nearby coach. "He... he took advantage of me... I thought he loved me... thought I loved him... I was wrong." Sweetie said sniffling and crying between phrases. Scootaloo gave a stern look, "Come on girl, you have got to be tough, you'll get through this, I know you can!" Scootaloo took notice to the scrap of paper on the floor, she read it and what what she had to do. "Sing it to me, please." Sweetie, looked up at Scootaloo who handed her the piece of parchment. "No, I don't think I can. "Sweetie said a depraved look in her eyes. "Come on, just this once, for me? It would help me, to know that you will be okay." Scootaloo said with a sympathetic look. Sweetie Belle drew back, not knowing herself if she would be okay, but decided to begin singing her song, for herself and for Scootaloo.

"From the grown mare; Sweetie Belle

Who resides in; a personal hell.

For the moment; she may not speak

Of the atrocity; that he did wreak.

When I speak of sin and sorrow,

just one moment I wish to borrow.

Though I dare not speak of this,

all I need is one true kiss.

But I know,

she can never find;

that one true love,

who will posses her heart and mind.

What must I give to find out,

all I wish to know is who;

that I can trust with no doubt,

without them my life is through.

I can never leave this hell,

that he raped into Sweetie Belle.

Dear Celestia, what can I do..."

"I'll be the one who's there for you." Scootaloo interrupted Sweetie Belle's last line, surprisingly on key. Scootaloo smiled and stared into Sweetie Belle's tear soaked eyes, they then embraced each other in a deep and heartfelt hug. Sweetie Belle had come to a realization at that time, she had looked in all the wrong places, when her true destiny was right in front of her. A flash of light engulfed the tree house, when it dispersed, a cutie mark could be seen on Sweetie's flank. It was an upside down treble clef connected to a bass clef in the shape of a red heart, which matched Sweetie's divine voice, along with her new found love for Scootaloo perfectly. After a bit of sniffling Sweetie observed her flank and giggled. "Would you look at that. Fits you perfectly Sweetie Belle." Scootaloo said with a grin. Sweetie just smiled intently back at Scootaloo and embraced her again for another warm hug.

As Sweetie wiped her tears away after seeing her love so sad, and being unable to contain her love for Scoot, Sweetie decided she needed to be there for her just like she was there the year before, she needed to let Scoot know how she felt, to repay her kindness. As Scootaloo lay before Rainbow Dash's corpse, Sweetie put a hoof o her shoulder. "You have to e strong Scootaloo, just like I had to. You have to move on for her and for yourself." Sweetie said sympathetically. "But I can't, she was the only one I had! And now she left me alone, just like mother!" Scootaloo shouted hysterically. "No, you'll never be alone, I'll make sure of that!" Sweetie stated. "No you can't, you could never know that, or be so sure!" Scootaloo rebutted. "Yes! I can be sure, and I do know because..." Sweetie trailed off trying to build up enough courage, "because I love you Scootaloo! More than anything else in Equestria!" Sweetie shouted as she closed her eyes and pushed her face against Scoot's, embracing her in a passionate kiss. Scootaloo wretched back in surprise, unable to comprehend what was happening before the kiss was broken. Sweetie pulled back and looked at Scootaloo who stood there motionless, tears still running down her face. They both stood there quiet for a few moments before Sweetie ran off, without a word.

Scootaloo sat there, somewhat alone, both puzzled and deeply depressed. Scootaloo was an adult now, and unlike before, knew how to consider the options she had. Suicide, she decided, would be to easy and Sweetie would never forgive her or herself. After jotting a few thought down on a piece of papyrus she kept with her, she had made her decision.

"Dear Sweetie Belle, and all those whom this may concern, These will be my last words to all of you, for I so not know whether or not you will ever see me again. Several things have come up that require my attention, and I need some time to think about my life. I'm sorry to leave on such short notice, but it is important that I think some things through before I decide on how I wish to live my life. Whomever gets this message, please, give Rainbow Dash a proper burial, and tell Sweetie Belle, it's a definite maybe. I will be leaving the world of Equestria, I do not know the means by which I will do this but it will happen. Sorry to make this so formal, I know it's unlike me but it felt necessary. Goodbye to you all, I hope to see you again soon.

Scootaloo."

Scootaloo enclosed the paper and set it next to Rainbow Dash as she set off toward the Everfree Forest. Before entirely leaving the site of Rainbow Dash's body, Scootaloo turned toward the carcass and said, "Sorry mother, but your little squirt had to grow up sometime." she smiled and turned as Owlowiscious swooped up the letter. Scootaloo noticed this but didn't care, as long as it puts everypony at ease she thought to herself, "especially my dear innocent Sweetie Belle."