RATED S FOR SCOOTALOO

Day Two: Saturday

Scootaloo dreamt of awesome things that night. She dreamt of Rainbow Dash. She dreamt of being a superhero daredevil. She dreamt of flying.

She dreamt of Pinchy.

Scootaloo woke up at around noon, feeling particularly good. She yawned quietly, tossing the blankets to the side and hopping out of bed. She went into the kitchen and pulled out some juice and a muffin, looking at the ‘To-do’ list on the fridge.

THE SCOOTA-TO-DO LIST
♥Learn how to beat Berry Punch
♫Beat Berry Punch
♦Win the heart of Ruby Pinch
♪Pick up mom’s dry-cleaning

She gulped down the makeshift breakfast and ran outside, hopping onto her scooter and trailing down Ponyville. “Just wait, Pinchy... I’m gonna take you out on a date whether your mom is okay with it or not!” she promptly smashed through a carrot stall. “AND IT WILL BE AWESOME!” she yelled over an angry yellow earth pony’s protests, ramping off the wreckage of her produce, heading towards Sweet Apple Acres. The ponies that saw this could only wonder what was up with that orange filly as she blasted down the trail, more eager than usual.

Scootaloo waited amongst the apple trees, leaning on her scooter. Rainbow Dash would be here any minute now! She waited... and waited... and waited. She sighed, grabbing an apple that fell off the tree (and on her head) and taking a bite out of it. “Maybe I came a little TOO early...” The orange filly mumbled, yawning. She closed her eyes and dozed off, going back to her dreams of the night before.
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“BWAHAHAHAHAAA!” The evil tyrant of the berry kingdom laughed menacingly down at the brave pegasus hero. “Give it up, Scootaloo! YOU’LL NEVER DEFEAT ME!!”

“Never! Die, monster! You don’t belong in this world!” Scootaloo called out, removing the totally epic flaming sword from her mouth to speak. “I will end your reign of terror on all snack foods, and give the throne to the pony that will treat all the ponies down there right!” She yelled with all her might, putting the sword back and charging towards the evil overlord. She yelled as she jumped into the air, wings flaring and flapping powerfully to boost her towards her target as she swung. “Hyaaaaa!”

The devilish monstrosity of a mare swerved out of the way, slapping the orange mare away like a common house fly. “How pitiful! You can’t beat me with these cheap parlor tricks!” She laughed menacingly as she stood over the fallen hero, picking her up in a giant hoof and holding her over the treacherous black pits. “Farewell, ‘hero’.” She said, grinning evilly.

“NOT SO FAST!” Called out another voice. Before the overlord could react, she felt a burning pain in her chest, a rainbow trail going through her shadowy being. She let go of the limp Scootaloo, who was promptly caught by the same trail. “Gotcha, kid!”

Scootaloo groaned and opened her eyes. “T-took ya long enough, Dash...”

The armored, cyan pegasus grinned at her partner. “I was busy. Now, how about we take out this loudmouth before she starts another evil speech?” She proposed, setting the other pegasus down on a darkened balcony. Scootaloo promptly straightened herself out and flapped her wings, nodding. “Heh. That’s the spirit. Now come on. I got your back!” She cried, turning to the recovering evil being with a confident smirk. “Go!” And then both pegasi flew, leaving behind rainbow and orange trails respectively as they prepared to atta-

Another apple dropped on her head. Scootaloo grimaced and stared up at the tree. A squirrel was there, laughing at her! Or at least, she figured it was laughing. “Hey! What’s the big idea!?” She called out to the squirrel. It threw another apple in response, but Scootaloo managed to sidestep this one. “Quit it!” Scootaloo hefted up the remains of the apple she ate, and beaned it at the squirrel, who took the hit and fell out of the tree. Scootaloo went silent, comprehending what she just did, before running up to the fallen fuzzy creature. “O-oh no! Did I hit you too hard? Oh sweet Celestia I hope Fluttershy isn’t around.” Scootaloo hugged and petted the small squirrel, trying to rouse it awake. “Wake up! Wake up!”

“Uh, kid, what are you doing?” A familiar voice called out, the sound of hooves hitting the ground behind the orange filly.

“Uh, nothing Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo hastily hid the unconscious squirrel behind the tree. “Ehehe... he... um... how are you!?” Scootaloo yelled in a completely unconvincing and suspicious manner. Rainbow Dash seemed to agree.

“Uh... fine...?” The rainbow pegasus stared at Scootaloo, who’s nervous grin only grew wider, for a few seconds before dropping the subject. “...Whatever. You ready for your training!?” She yelled in excitement, putting her saddlebag down and pulling out a karate gi, quickly getting dressed for it, tying her hair back with a belt. “Cause I am!” She cried, striking a pose. Scootaloo stared at her idol, both in confusion and in awe. Dashie noticed the former, and grinned. “Gotta look the part, squirt! I got a spare for ya if you want to.” She shrugged. Scootaloo blushed and pulled out the spare gi, quickly climbing into it. “Heh. Alright.” She motioned the filly over, who happily obliged. “Just stand next to me and do what I do. Pinkie! Action!”

Scootaloo watched in shock as Pinkie, in an odd baggy outfit of some sort, hopped out from behind the tree with a large radio. “Action, Dashie!” And with that she turned on the radio, grinning widely. Scootaloo shook as she heard a gong, and she saw Rainbow Dash taking a deep breath.

“HYAAAAAAAATATATATA-TAAAAAAAAH...” Rainbow Dash yelled out, bouncing between her hooves to the beat. Scootaloo stared for a moment, before following along. Her idol grinned, and began to sing to the beat.

“Kick, punch, it’s all in the mind!
If you want Ruby, I’m sure you’ll find-
To beat her mother, and get your lover
Well you’ll just have to be a little bit tougher! Now kick!”

“Kick!”

“Punch!”

“Punch!”

“Chop!”

“Chop!”

“And Block!”

“Block!” Scootaloo exclaimed, putting her hooves in front of her face.

“Once more now kick!”

“Kick!”

“Punch!”

“Punch!”

“Chop!”

“Chop!”

“And Block!”

“Block!” Scootaloo repeated the motions, working up a bit of a sweat. She noticed Pinkie bopping her head to the beat as it suddenly sped up and changed its tempo.

“Don’t be chicken, your time is tickin’
And we’re not stopping ‘til your moves are kickin’
Now DUCK!” Dashie exclaimed, reobtaining the filly’s attention as she tucked herself to the ground.

“D-duck!” Scootaloo yelled, repeating the mare’s movements.

“Jump!”

“Jump!”

“Tuurn!” Rainbow Dash yelled, doing a spin.

“Turn!” Scootaloo exclaimed just as loudly, spinning and wobbling on her hooves.

“And POSE!”

“Pose...?” Scootaloo looked at the cyan mare questioningly.

“Ya gotta look good kid. JUMP!”

“J-Jump!”

“Pose!”

“Pose!” Scootaloo yelled, this time doing the action without question.

“Duck!”

“Duck!”

“And Tuuurn!”

“Turn!”

Before Rainbow Dash could continue this... admittedly odd training, the music stopped and a familiar accented voice came in to replace it. “Rainbow Dash, Pinkie, Scootaloo! What in TARNATION are y’all doing out here???”

“We’re teaching Scootaloo how to fight!” Pinkie exclaimed helpfully. Applejack stared at the pink pony before turning and giving Rainbow Dash a glare that made her wish Fluttershy was angry at her instead.

“I-it’s for a good cause!” Rainbow protested, grinning nervously. Scootaloo decided to stay silent. “For, uh, love and stuff, right kid?” Scootaloo blushed and nodded fiercely, staring at the ground. Just how many ponies need to know? She hasn’t even gone on a date yet! “Yeah, see! Love and stuff!” The pegasus mare called out in self-defense. Applejack just continued to stare at her, with what Scootaloo considered an impressively stoic expression of sisterly disapproval. “So... uh... you can go.” Applejack continued to stare. Even Pinkie started looking at her questioningly, taking a few steps away from the other earth pony. “Um... right... so... we’re just gonna keep going, okay?” No response. “Okay... Pinkie! Lesson 3!”

Pinkie obliged, turning the music back on and smiling. Scootaloo groaned, but pushed through her exhaustion. For Ruby!

Rainbow Dash grinned and continued on. “Hm, yeah, I see you’re getting better
Push to the limit, so you can get her now Kick, punch!”

“Kick, punch!”

“Chop, block!”

“Chop, block!”

“Chop, kick!”

“Chop, kick!”

“Punch, block!”

“Punch, block!”

“Gonna get harder now Duck and jump!”

“Duck, jump!

“Turn and pose!!”

“Turn, pose!” Scootaloo said, spinning and flaring her wings, panting.

“Duck and turn!”

“Duck, turn!”

“Jump and punch!”

Suddenly Applejack jumped on Dashie, knocking her away and singing to the music.
“Consarnit Dash, yer lessons are trash!
Scoots if ya wanna win, ya gotta face the worst
I’ll help ya see if ya wanna see, what it takes
to be the best mare that ya can be
Are you the mare now!?”

Everypony turned and stared at Applejack as a gong sounded in the track. Applejack turned to Scootaloo and took a deep breath. “Lesson 4.” Scootaloo gulped.

“Can we save lesson 4 for to-”

“Kick Punch Block!” Applejack yelled in quick succession. Scootaloo barely managed to copy her moves.

“G-gah! Punch... block... uuuh...!”

“Chop kick block!”

“Ch-chop.... chop... kick?” Scootaloo cried, sweating up a storm. “Slow down!”

“Block, turn, and buck it!”

“Block, turn, buck!” Scootaloo said, turning around and kicking the imaginary tree in front of her as Applejack did.

“Block duck punch!”

“Block, duck, punch... can I go no-?”

“Duck duck turn!”

“Duck duck turn!”

“Jump kick chop!”

“Jump kick chop!”

“And punch punch punch!”

“Punch punch punch!” And as Scootaloo finished the quick combo, another gong sounded and the song finally ended, Pinkie clapping and cheering as Applejack smirked.

“And that’s it. Did ya get all that, sugarcube?” Applejack said, her smirk turning into a kind smile.

“U-uh... maybe...?” Scootaloo frowned, scratching her head. In the corner of her eye she saw Rainbow Dash getting back up, glaring at Applejack. She probably didn’t enjoy having her training montage stolen from her. She shook her head and climbed out of the sweaty karate outfit.

“It’ll all come back ta ya when ya need it, trust me. Good job Scoots.” The farmer said, walking up and putting a hoof on Scootaloo’s back. “Now go get yer crush or whatever.”

Scootaloo stared up at Applejack, then frowned and nodded. “R-right! Thanks Applejack! A-and Rainbow Dash! And... um... Pinkie too I guess.” She said, quickly running back to her scooter and taking off in a hurry.

“Yay! On to the next stage!” Pinkie cried, adjusting her red beanie. Applejack turned to Pinkie.

“So what in the world are ya dressed like that for, anyway?”

“... I don’t know. I thought it would work, for some reason.” Pinkie giggled. “Even I think it’s silly!”

Scootaloo crashed into Berry Punch’s lawn, she brushed some of the grass off of her coat and ran up to the front door, knocking on it fiercely. “Urp, comin’, I’m comin!” A familiar voice that made Scootaloo shiver called out. She heard a few locks click open and the door began to swing. The orange filly stepped back, considering the possibility of simply running away. She could always just hang out with Ruby at school, after all. She didn’t NEED her mom’s permission to be in the same class after all. She didn’t need to risk getting thrown into another building, after all.

Scootaloo shook her head and put her hoof down, glaring at the mare who opened the door, confidence in her eyes. “Evening, Miss Punch.” She stated simply. Berry stepped back, looking the filly over questioningly as she wobbled on her hooves, a hint of blush on her cheeks. She looked even MORE out of it than yesterday, Scootaloo thought. She shook that thought out of her head. Focus!

“....Oh yeh... I remember you... what do ya want this time, filly?” Berry snarked dizzily, leaning on the door. “‘m surprised yer even up after muh signature movve...”

“I had a soft landing.” The filly explained simply. She took a stance, wings buzzing as threateningly as possible. Show time. “And I’m here to beat you and get a date with Pinchy!”

Berry Punch rolled her eyes and grumbled, opening the door wider. “Ya think yer big, kid? Fine then...” She took a deep breath and suddenly swung at Scootaloo! Scootaloo yelped and ducked under the swing, then propelled herself into the air. Berry Punch stared.

“Duck and jump!” Scootaloo called out, then delivered a punch to Berry’s snout. “Jump and punch!” She grinned as the mare stumbled backwards, rubbing her nose. Berry cursed to herself, luckily out of Scootaloo’s hearing range, before charging. Block! Scootaloo put her hooves up over her face as Berry’s hoof nearly collided with it. The filly winced as the punch left a stinging feeling in her forelegs, but she fought through that. Chop! Scootaloo used Berry’s hoof to propel herself upwards, slamming her hooves down on the mare’s head.

Berry gave a yelp and shook, rubbing her head as Scootaloo scampered back, keeping an eye on the mare. Scootaloo may not have been smart, but she wasn’t an idiot. That wasn’t the Berry Punch. She had to make sure the mare didn’t use it. Either way, she hoped Pinkie had another bed ready just in case... Scootaloo charged at Berry and hopped into the air “Jump kick chop!” she called out, then yelped as the mare caught her and tossed her aside.

“‘nuff playing around, kid!” Berry growled, slamming her hooves on the ground. “Pullin’ out all the stops now!” She yelled, walking towards the filly who was still trying to get up. “Yer gonna pay for that one.” Scootaloo yelped and rolled out of the way just in time as Berry slammed her hooves down. The filly stared at the dents in the wooden floor this action left.

“This mare is crazy!” Scootaloo told herself as Berry charged at her for another attack, this time swiping at the filly. She jumped over the swing, then ducked as Berry turned and tried to kick her out of the air. Scootaloo retaliated with a kick of her own, right into the mare’s gut. Berry stumbled back again, giving the filly some more breathing room. Both ponies were panting now.

Berry yelled loudly and charged. “WHO DO YOU THINK I AM, KID!?” She exclaimed, jumping into the air and pulling her hoof back. “Berrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy....” Scootaloo squeaked nervously and considered her options, even as the hoof drew nearer. “MEGATON PUNCH!!!”

The impact of the punch caused the very foundation of the house to shake, smoke billowing out of the open doorway. The front wall of the simple house collapsed. “Mommy! The window is stuck open! And so is the wall!” A young filly’s voice called out from the floor above them.

Berry stared in shock at what had just occurred. No, not that she just destroyed her own house. Ponyville insurance would cover that. No, not that she had a sudden realization that beating up on little kids was a very irresponsible thing for a mother to be doing. What she was shocked by was something even more out there then both of these evidences of a questionable mental state combined.

Scootaloo blocked her attack. The filly was shaking on her hind legs, even as she slowly and silently turned around, propping herself on her burning forelegs, and delivered a solid kick right into the still stunned Berry’s chest, sending her slamming into the back wall. The mare groaned and rolled in pain a bit, staring at the filly who had managed to defeat her. Scootaloo turned around to look at the mare, then bent down and flared her wings outward. “Turn and pose.” the orange filly said, grinning proudly.

…

Berry Punch gave Scootaloo a congratulatory pat on the back. She eased up a bit as she saw the filly cringe in pain. “Sorry ‘bout that, kid.” she said. She wasn’t slurring anymore. Her buzz passed a while ago when she was still bandaging herself and Scootaloo up. “Forgot that I still got a few good hits on you after all. Hehe.”

“I-it’s alright, Miss Punch.” The orange filly said, holding back tears and smiling shakily. She glanced back at herself. Most of her torso was covered up in bandages. She didn’t really find it necessary to ask why Berry had all these first aid kits at the ready.

“You can call me Berry.” The mare said, smiling warmly. “I haven’t gotten a good beating like that in a WHILE. Eeesh...” she laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her head before wincing and pulling her hoof away. She glanced out the window. “Probably one of my wildest weekends, for sure. And that’s saying something.”

“Eheh... yeah... I’ll say...” Scootaloo laughed along with the mare, nodding. “S-so... um...” she started.

Berry Punch turned to the filly, then smiled again. “Yeah yeah. You pass, kid. Pinchy has nothing to do tomorrow, so...”

Scootaloo stared, before giving a smile that would put Pinkie to shame, nodding frantically as her wings buzzed happily. “I-it’s a date! I-I’ll come at... um... five! And I’ll have her back before you know it!” Scootaloo saluted. “Thank you thank you thank you!” she bounced on her hooves, fighting the urge to hug the bandaged mare.

“Yeah yeah, you deserve it, and Pinchy’s been complaining about what I did to you since yesterday anyway...” Berry muttered. “Do ya need me to walk you home?”

“Nah, I can do it.” Scootaloo said, still beaming in excitement. “I-I’ll come by tomorrow!” she said as she walked out and got on her scooter. She waved at Berry through the giant hole in the building, then noticed Ruby watching her from the top floor. Ruby waved at her, giving a smile that would put Scootaloo’s to shame. The orange filly blushed, putting her helmet on and waving back up at the other filly, before heading home. “...What a totally awesome day.” she muttered to herself, practically skipping towards the door as she dragged her scooter up with her.

Scootaloo smiled to herself as she went inside. “Mooom. I’m home!” she called out. With all the craziness that happened, she almost forgot her mom was coming back from Canterlot today.

The familiar mustard colored pegasus peeked around the kitchen corner. “Oh, hello honey! I brought you back some of those donuts you like!” Scootaloo smiled, going over and hugging the pegasus. The older pegasus held her daughter close, looking down at her. “What’s with the wraps?”

“Eheh... it was a busy day. Don’t worry, I took care of it!” Scootaloo beamed up at the mare.

The pegasus brushed her gray mane back, sighing and smiling. “That’s my girl.” she said proudly. “...Oh, that reminds me! Did you pick up the laundry? You know I can’t go to work without my lucky hat.”

Scootaloo winced. “Uh... hehe... it was a really busy day, mom. I’ll do it first thing tomorrow! ...Oh yeah, speaking of tomorrow...”

On to the next day...

Author's Note

PaRappa the Rapper is a game that you should play.