Broken Hearts Part 1: Entropy's Wrath

After informing her sister of Rainbow Dash's location, saying that she found her dead, Sweetie spent the rest of her day crying in the guest room she stayed in at her Rarity's. How could she force herself on Scootaloo like that? She thought as she sobbed deeply into her pillow. Sweetie then moped about for a while, thinking of the events that led her to where she was, when she finally came to a slight realization. "Well she never said she didn't want to be with me, maybe that look was just that of surprise?" Sweetie said as a smile formed on her face, "maybe I still have a chance!" She shouted with rekindled exuberance. As the adrenaline from excitement began coursing through her veins, she figured that she needed to find and confront Scootaloo again, but where to find her?

As she thought Sweetie remembered that Scootaloo had lived with Cheerilee, their old teacher, for a short while and maybe she might know where to find Scoot. So, Sweetie began her search, and headed toward Cheerilee's place. Upon arriving Sweetie found her teacher to be very disgruntled as if something had bothered and deeply saddened her, Sweetie tried to remain on the task and asked Cheerilee if she had seen Scootaloo round anywhere. "Last I knew she was still looking for Rainbow Dash, but she was found dead so I would have no clue." Cheerilee said with a look of slight disinterest. Sweetie simply grunted and left her old teacher's house, she knew where to go, but it would take a while to get there.

When she arrived at the spot where Dash had passed away, she looked for any trace of Scootaloo there might have been. All she could see were some pony tracks leading towards the Everfree Forest, knowing these could have been anypony's, but also knowing they were her only lead, Sweetie decided to follow the tracks. As she began to wonder through the forest she noticed something quite odd in the clearing in front of her. It was the hut of which the zebra Zecora had resided, only there were strange and horrifyingly familiar sounds coming from the hut. As Sweetie approached the window and saw what only her subconscious mind could vaguely remember. It was Zecora, with a strange attachment to the front of her pelvis, resembling a stallion's member, penetrating the moaning and salivating Scootaloo, who's face lay on the floor, in a similar fashion Sweetie Belle had once been.

A flurry of emotions attacked Sweetie Belle all at once: fear, anger, hatred, jealousy, all of which were negative and directed towards both Scootaloo and Zecora. Sweetie refused to sit there and let this happen, she busted in Zecora's door startling her, and then tackled the zebra to the ground; pummeling her with her hooves. Scootaloo stood up and, as if in a trance, walked over and shoved Sweetie off of Zecora, only to mount the zebra only to continue the intercourse. "What the buck did you do to her!?!" Sweetie demanded, recovering from Scootaloo's harsh shove. "She came with an impossible request and was not nice, and for this she had to pay the price, for a deal we made to grant her bliss, so from her I took and replaced consciousness." Zecora spoke panting heavily from the intense sexual activity and the fact that she had recently been beaten. Sweetie was confused but understood well enough and was filled with sadness and uncontrollable rage, by using her magic, she mercilessly began to strangle the nearly orgasming zebra. After finishing inside of the entranced pegusus, Zecora twitched one last time before laying limp and motionless on the floor.

Scootaloo sat there quietly for a moment while Sweetie began to calm down, Scootaloo then turned to Sweetie, still with a lustful enchanted look in her eyes, and approached her. Sweetie then froze, unable to keep Scootaloo from having her way with her, as Scootaloo neared her, she spread Sweetie's hind legs and pushed her to the floor. Scootaloo then proceeded to rub her marehood against Sweetie's, letting her tongue and a loud moan fall out of her mouth. Sweetie's mind was blank,she was utterly torn; would she brake her friend from her trance and acquit a moment of ecstasy, or should she enjoy the passionate grinding of her one true love? Sweetie found herself lost in thought, when she started panting and moaning from the feeling of her lover's genitalia against her own. The two of them began gaining speed, grinding, and moaning louder and louder, enveloping in the erotic pleasures of which they were engaged. Sweetie could no longer contain herself, matching up rhythmically with Scoot and nearing their climax, Scootaloo let out an orgasmic moan and Sweetie shouted, "I love you Scootaloo!"

After a few minutes of heavy breathing Scootaloo finally regained her consciousness. Realizing Sweetie was laying next to her Scootaloo became very excited. "Hey Sweetie Belle, it's been forever! You won't believe what happened!" Scootaloo said exuberantly to a confused and drained Sweetie Belle. "When I came here to Zecora's cottage, I demanded a way to leave Equestria, she said some strange voodoo mumbo jumbo, then i drank this potion and Bam! I started flying! I flew as far as I could, finally enjoying the sight of my wings, until I reached the moon, I sat for what seemed like years thinking and crying about what happened, I was in so much pain. But now I'm here and I got it all figured out. And you're here with me like you always are, wait, what's wrong Sweetie?" Scootaloo finished as she noticed Sweetie laying on the ground crying.

Sweetie felt obscene sadness for Scootaloo, knowing the truth of her friends situation, and feeling utter disgust toward herself for taking advantage of this fact. Scootaloo looked at Sweetie Belle, then began to explain herself assuming she knew what was wrong, "I'm sorry Sweetie, I just don't like you like that, but there is no need to be such a big baby about it!" Scootaloo became agitated with Sweetie Belle's excessive crying. Sweetie stopped crying and looked at Scootaloo with a disturbed face, she then explained to the full extent, the true events which Scootaloo was unaware.

After seeing Zecora's breathless corpse, and after an outburst of tears on the realization that she had never actually flew anywhere, she now felt a piece of her being torn away as anger took its place, Sweetie Belle front and center. Sweetie was no longer very sad, she now became flustered and irritated given her very rudely put rejection. The two ponies exchanged glances and Scootaloo began shouting at Sweetie for taking advantage if her and not telling her sooner. Sweetie started to cry, but her remorse quickly fled as Scootaloo shouted, "How could I ever love a sick twisted pony like you!?!" This remark enraged Sweetie Belle as she started yelling at Scootaloo, about how she had nopony else now that Dash was dead. At this point the two stopped their bickering and met each others eyes with an intense stare, a fight between the closest friends in Equestria was about to ensue.

A moment of silence followed by a creak within one of the floor boards, and it began. Scootaloo charged at Sweetie who picked her up by her tail with her magic, and threw her across the room. With a quick recovery Scootaloo was able to leap across the room and tackle Sweetie to the ground, stomping her with her hooves. Sweetie Belle bucked Scoot off of her and began focusing her magic to tare out the large feathers in Scoot's wings. Scootaloo cried in pain and then charged at Sweetie who simply bucked her back again. As the last of her feathers were torn from her blood soaked wings, Scootaloo shrieked in pain, rushing toward Sweetie Belle, latching onto her horn with her teeth. Sweetie lunged back, but with Scoot's body pulling in the opposite direction, the horn snapped, causing Sweetie to flail to the ground in unfathomable pain.

Scootaloo looked down on her friend who was writhing in pain, and realized what she had done to her closest friend, she began to cry. Sweetie unable to see Scoot's tears, being blinded by pain, launched herself on top of Scootaloo and began senselessly pummeling her hind legs until they were nothing but a broken mass of blood, bone, and fur. Sweetie now realizing the pain which she inflicted on the only one she truly loved, dropped and began to weep. They both lay there, broken and bloodied, soaked in each others blood and tears, they grew closer, feeling the cold embrace of death creep on their backs. "I'm so sorry Scootaloo, I loved you, I never wanted any of this to happen." Sweetie said. "It's okay Sweetie, I had forgotten what you went through and neglected your feelings as well, I'm the one who should be sorry." Scootaloo said cuddling up to Sweetie Belle. As they lay in each others embrace, Sweetie what magic she still could to grab a quill and the sheet from her journal from her bag she brought with here everywhere after she had gotten her cutie mark. She placed the song she had written that day on the ground and began rewriting the line she had written and replacing them with others. Sweetie proceeded to sing, along with Scootaloo.

"From the grown mare Sweetie Belle,

Who resides in a personal hell.

For the moment she may not speak,

Of the atrocity that we wreaked.

When we speak of sin and sorrow,

Just one moment we wish to borrow;

Though we dare not speak of this,

All we need is one true kiss.

What must we give to find out,

All we wish to know is when;

We can trust with no doubt,

With each other our lives depend.

We can never leave this hell,

That he raped into Sweetie Belle.

Dear Celestia, we thank you,

I'll be the one who's there..."

"For you." They sang beautifully to each other, embracing one last time, Scootaloo this time not receding when Sweetie's lips met hers. With their last breaths they pronounced a love they both had shared, "I love you Scootaloo." said Sweetie singing softly. "I love you too Sweetie Belle." Scootaloo professed. As life began to slip away from the two ponies a flash of light appeared near Scoot's flank, It was her cutie mark. A pair of wings clasping a heart composed of a treble and bass clef. Simultaneously Sweetie's flank glowed as well, and a similar pair of wings clasped down on her already present cutie mark, they became one, and death took hold of both ponies that fateful afternoon.