Overthrown 1.5: Scootaloo's Corruption

That night, Scootaloo had a nightmare.

She dreamed she was soaring through the air with her friends, getting ready to get her Fancy Air Show cutie mark. She looped! She whirled! She twirled! It was like watching Evel Knievel reincarnated as a horse! Everyone cheered for Scootaloo, who gleamed with excitement.

But when she went to show off her new cutie mark, she saw nothing. There was still no cutie mark whatsoever. Once again, Scootaloo felt humiliated and betrayed. But things got even worse once the crowd saw the blank butt of the orange pegasus. They booed and threw pies at Scootaloo, some of them being the cliche lemon meringue pie.

"Blank flank!" one pony yelled.

"No Cutie Shooty!" another yelled.

"Cutie Mark Curse!" yelled yet another.

Scootaloo felt even more humiliated than ever before. As she got covered in delicious pie filling, she noticed that even Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle were throwing pies at her. Apple Bloom threw a giant apple pie at the pegasus, and Sweetie threw a hard diamond pie at the blank flank orange flyer. Then, the two crusaders went up to Scootaloo, who had blood coming from her nose and stared. It was one of the most intense stares in the world, more intense than a supervillain.

"How could you do this to us?!" Apple Bloom yelled.

"After all we've been through, you're just gonna hang us out to dry like that?!" Sweetie chimed in.

"Girls! Please!" Scootaloo yelled, tears and blood dripping from her face. "I didn't mean it! I just don't..."

"WE DON'T WANNA HEAR IT!" Apple Bloom yelled as she threw another apple pie at the orange pegasus. "By the way, do you know what goes great with pie?

"What?" Scootaloo whimpered.

"Whipped cream," Sweetie Belle said coldly.

At that moment, the two former friends squeezed a giant container of whipped cream on Scootaloo, who cried in agony as the laughter and pie-throwing continued. The void grew deeper and deeper, as the continued laughter, teasing, and more echoed in the orange pegasi's head. With a head full of regrets and feeling sorry for herself, she accepted her fate as a delectable dessert. Without her cutie mark, that was all she was. Without her cutie mark, all she meant to her friends was nothing but a dish to be served at the dinner table.

At that moment, Scootaloo woke up with a jolt. She was back in her room, not covered in whipped cream or pie. She breathed a sigh of relief. With hope, she went to check her rear for a cutie mark. Maybe somehow, she had gotten a cutie mark for having a nightmare. That would've been fitting for the situation she was in.

But yet again, she was left disappointed. There was still no cutie mark present. Scootaloo began to break down into tears, with a head full of questions for herself. Was she ever going to get her cutie mark? Wasn't there something that suited her? Were there any cutie marks in not getting a cutie mark?

As she lay in her bed feeling sorry for herself, she heard a loud booming voice call out to her:

"I want to help you out, Scootaloo. That's why I've been looking for you."