Equestria Dark: Tales of a New Appleloosan Stallion Water Salespony

Written by Minalkra

"Hey Sweetie Belle, you got the colt?"  Scootaloo looked back and forth, eyeing both sides of the alleyway they had agreed to meet in.  Sweetie's head had poked out from around one corner - giving Scootaloo a huge scare - but she seemed reticient to come to where her friends were.

"Uhm, I don't know about this guys."  Her voice cracked slightly, though it was only a whisper.  Scootaloo tried to lean out to see what - or who - was behind her friend but she couldn't get a good view from where they were hidden.  "I only heard Rarity talk about it for a second before she saw me and I got into a whole lot of trouble."

"But this could be our chance, Sweetie!"  Applebloom edged into the conversation.  Her bow was gone, stashed somewhere safe undoubtedly, and it was weird seeing the Crusader without it.  Still, anything to keep from getting caught or identified at this point was a good thing.  "Ah'm just so sick of Diamond Tiara makin' fun of us cause we ain't got our cutie marks yet."

"Yeah.  And it's not like colts don't like it when you touch them there, right?"  Scootaloo rubbed her head.  "I mean, you get the stuff out and make money, they get touched in their ... icky place and everypony's happy!  I don't even know why it's wrong."

"I guess..."  From behind Sweetie, a slightly smaller form emerged from the darkness of the alley.  A mottled white and brown colt with his trademark impish grin.  Scootaloo felt her heart leap into her throat suddenly.  She knew that Sweetie was supposed to get a young colt but him?!  At least he was cute ...

"Hey gals!  What'd ya need ol' Pip for anyway?"  Pip looked around anxiously but without fear.  It seemed to be some kind of game to him.  A fun game with three awesome fillies, what could possibly go wrong?

"Come here, Pip!  Scootaloo's gonna make a stallion out of you."

"Wow, that's not a lot is it?  And he only gave us a few drops before he started crying."  Scootaloo looked despondently into the small 'sippy cup' she was carrying.  A few bit-sized white spots rolled around inside, spreading and clinging to the sides of the cup.

"... yeah.  I don't like this at all."  Sweetie kicked a rock as they walked.  Rarity said it was bad but she didn't say it was this bad.

"Me neither.  At least Pip's ok, right?"  Applebloom gave Scootaloo an almost angry glance.  It had been her idea and her hooves that had done the real deed.  The pegasus of their group had even seemed curiously interested at first.  But when their colt had begun crying, all three of them had started having doubts.  One more time past that and the lead weight in their stomachs had been too much to handle.

"Yeah, he's ok.  I helped him calm down but had to give up my Rainbow Dash Commemorative Mane-Wig to get him not to tattle.  Uhm, I guess I can see why this is wrong now."  Scootaloo looked at the cup with distaste.  Why ponies would pay for the smelly goop was still beyond her.

"Ah think we learned a valuable lesson here."

"You wanna write the Princess ab-"  Sweetie's question as cut off by two very scared voices.

"NO!"  "NO!"

"Alright, geez.  Sooo, what's next?"  The cup safely stashed away in her saddlebags, Sweetie looked at her two best friends as they weighed the question in their minds.  Scootaloo was the first to offer a new suggestion.

"Cutie Mark Gun Runners?"

"Uh, what's a 'gun' and why would ya want to run with it?"