Scootaloo's Awesome Day

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Scootaloo's Awesome Day in Canterlot

It was another glorious day in the fair city of Canterlot, as usual. The ponies where out in full force, going about their business in the bustling metropolis. The fashion ponies where running about and talking of the latest summer fashions; the merchants where out with their wares, the oatmeal seller was being oatmeal; there was even going to be a magic show later that day; it was just another great day to be in Canterlot for everypony.

The only thing wrong was the missing merchant of the quaint apple stall in the city market, who, as of that moment, was not having an even remotely good day. Another pony would whole heartily agree and say the same, if they were not running for their dear life from that very apple seller.

"Get back here you freeridin' apple stealin' rascal!" the furious yellow apple merchant roared as he chased the young orange filly through the streets of Canterlot, his face turning a deeper shade of red every moment from growing exertion and anger.

"Ya gotta catch me first! And it wasn't stealing, I just ate 'em!" Scootaloo yelled back. She had been running for the past 10 minutes avoiding capture, but it was starting to look bad. A little pegasus filly can only run in terror for so long (though she had great practice), and he was starting to catch up with his longer stride. She looked back to see the shade of red on the imposing stallion's face was as red as Big Macintosh, and he was definitely closer. If only she had her scooter! Then she would leave this guy in her dust without a sweat. She normally had an escape route when she was in such situations, but that was back in Ponyville; she had to think fast.

…Earlier…

Scootaloo was once again cleaning out another unnamable sticky substance out of her coat. She was getting quite good at it, and this time, she wasn't stuck to another pony, object, and/or ceiling, so that made it even easier. During the pulling and kneading with the special mix of 5 different shampoos, she had time to think, getting more and more frustrated at her predicament.

She and the other Cutie Mark Crusaders, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, had been doing quite well it seemed as Cutie Mark Chemists, until Twilight found them in her semi-secret underground laboratory. As she ran down the stairs to stop the impending catastrophe, the noise, and soon after, the sight of the furious mare galloping down the stairs at full speed startled the young fillies, causing Apple bloom to bump into Sweetie belle, who was holding a vial of an undeterminable purple liquid that Scootaloo had created earlier, causing her to drop it amongst the stock chemicals. Scootaloo vividly remembered what happened next.

The explosion was minor in terms of usual Crusader disasters; the building was still standing and intact, and the room was just covered in thick gooey purple slime. It was nothing like last Tuesday, when they flooded the upper part of Ponyville trying to be Cutie Mark Plumbers. Sill, everyone in the room was covered head to hoof in thick purple goo.

The large dripping purple blob that was Twilight grabbed the 3 smaller blobs with her magic and lifted them up the steps and outside, dripping goo everywhere in her haste and she promptly slammed the door when they were finally outside. Enraged screams could be heard inside, as well as calls for her unfortunate assistant, Spike.

Shortly thereafter, Rarity and Applejack trotted up, with exasperated looks on their faces. After hearing the muffled explosion as well as the slight tremor through the town, and not knowing the crusaders immediate location at the time, they knew it was them. The 3 almost indistinguishable blobs and the yelling coming from the library behind them was they needed for them to know what had happened.

All 3 ponies where scolded severely by the matronly ponies, and Sweetie and Apple Bloom were grounded on the spot, ruining the CMC's plans for the weekend. They were all led to their homes, Applejack dropping Scootaloo off at her house, making sure that her mother knew what had happened, and was sent straight to the bathroom to clean up.

'Why can't we find our special talents and get their Cutie marks!? And why do the older ponies always have to mess up everything?' She furiously thought back on the dozens, no hundreds, no thousands of attempts, and not a single one of them had found their special talent.

The CMC had already tried like all of the awesome stuff in Ponyville, and then some (and none of the townsponies would let them borrow their equipment anymore). She knew she had to keep trying, even without her partners in crime, but what could she do? She pounded the bottom of the tub in frustration, causing one of the many shampoos to fall into the tub, where she took note of the ornate sun on the bottle.

"THAT'S IT!" she proclaimed as she jumped up in excitement, to then promptly slip on the wet surface, do a small somersault, and land on her back in the small pile of goo and shampoo that she had just washed off, spraying the substance outwards and partially covering herself, the tub, and a portion of the bathroom.

"Aw, horse apples."

Grabbing the rest of the cleaning supplies, she got started cleaning up the even bigger mess. She had decided to go out and find her Cutie Mark, and was inspired to go to Canterlot. After cleaning up the mess and taking another stern talking to from her mother, she was sent up to her room without any supper. Once there, Scootaloo began concocting what was obviously the best plan ever conceived; she would hitch a ride in the monthly apple shipment from Sweet Apple Acres, which was due to be picked up tomorrow afternoon. She would get a free ride and she there were plenty of apples to last the whole trip if she got hungry.

The next day, she snuck out and covertly traveled through town to Sweet Apple Acres, not using the faster scooter because she knew she wasn't very quiet using her wings at hummingbird speeds. It took a lot longer, but she knew Applejack would be on her like red on an apple if she caught even a hint of her presence.

She got there as Big Macintosh was loading the last load. As she hid behind a tree, she saw Apple Bloom, gloomily following her Applejack, helping out as she bucked apples, and it looked like she had been doing it since early morning too. She bet Sweetie was getting something just as bad, like taking care of Opalescence, that cat was evil and mischief incarnate.

Grinning somewhat at these thoughts, she saw Big Macintosh slam the back of the large cart closed, and turn around to talk to one of the delivery ponies, the one who had 3 blue horseshoes for his cutie mark.

She took her chance and dashed across the small distance and bounded up the wheel and over the side into the cart. Shortly after, Big Mac and the other ponies then grabbed the tarp and pulled it over the top, completely oblivious to Scootaloo being there, and was now hidden under the tarp.

The trip was long, and uneventful, and Scootaloo passed the first 15 minutes thinking how awesome this was and the wonders of the city as she tried to get comfortable amongst the apples. She finally found a good spot and quickly grew bored, eating a couple apples to pass the time. After the eighth apple, Scootaloo was getting really drowsy from all that food along with the soothing rumble of the cart. She fell asleep, dreaming of her great and totally awesome day she was going to have tomorrow.

She was rudely awakened the next morning by the tarp being forcefully pulled off. It took her a second to realize what was going on, and that she needed to hide or get out, and turned to move, when she met a perturbed bright yellow face.

"What in tarnation are you doin' in these here apples?" the apparent shipment receiver angrily asked the frozen orange filly.

"Uhhhhhhhh… Well… you see…", Scootaloo was panicking, trying to figure a way out of this, which looked like she wasn't anytime soon, as the stallions face started turning red, giving it an orange hue, when he saw the apple cores and bruised apples around Scootaloo.

Scootaloo knew she was only going to get caught if she stayed, so she did the next best thing

"Uhhh… bye" and she was off in a puff of smoke. The furious apple seller was in hot pursuit, not to be shorted his apple sales, and take such behavior from a foal

…

Missing the long flash back for dramatic effect entirely, Scootaloo was busy mulling over thoughts of how she could get out of this situation and contemplating her impending doom, so she didn't notice the grey mare in a bow tie strolling down the street with a somewhat large case on her back until the last second before collision.

Scootaloo ducked out of the way just in time, into a flip and a full barrel roll that would impress even Rainbow Dash (not that she would say so), stuck the landing, and continued running at full speed, her little wings buzzing as she went. The beet faced colt on the other hand, did not do any super awesome acrobatic tricks, or even try to get out of the way, as he was focusing too intensely on his prey, and blindly smashed into the burdened mare at full speed.

All the unfortunate mare could do was make a small "Eeep" as she and the now bewildered merchant, in a tangle of flailing limbs, smashed into a nearby flower stand. Upon looking at the horrible damage inflicted to her stand, the flower seller fainted as the two thoroughly soaked ponies extricated themselves from the remains, the apple vendor, to his chagrin, landed in the roses, and was starting to believe his day couldn't get any worse, as he helped the mare up.

While getting up, upon inspection, the poor mare was actually kinda pretty, looking calm and collected even in her present condition and was slightly blushing like he was; maybe things were looking up. His blushing becoming redder, his rage diffused by the ice-cold water and the captivating mare he stuttered "I'm so-o sorry , I-I sho- o-uld've been lookin' w-here I was goi-ng…"

"Oh that's quite alright, I probably should have been more…" Her eyes widened as she focused behind him, the color draining from her face. He turned around and saw the open case for a cello lying among the wreckage of the stand, and that the case and said cello were completely soaked and covered with flowers and broken glass.

His hair stood on end when behind him, he heard the sound; a sound that would haunt him for the rest of his life. It was a combination of a moan, a growl, and a scream, all at once, rapidly rising in volume. A horn on a chalkboard came nowhere near the horrible wrongness of this sound; he was completely frozen in place, even though he was internally screaming at himself to run in uncontrollable panic.

Then he felt a cold soul sucking weight on his back, which he somehow knew was the fair mare's hoof. He was thankful for the small mercy that he wasn't looking at her undoubtedly twisted visage at the moment, for knew that his day just got much, much worse.

…

The stallion's horrified screams (and a few muffled thumps and whacks), could be heard from 2 blocks away, where Scootaloo had finally slowed down, breathing hard from the chase. Upon hearing the wails of agony, now knowing she wasn't being followed, she smiled. "That … was… awesome…" she panted to nopony in particular, slowly wandering down the road.

Now that she had gotten away from that crazy apple vendor, and caught a breather, she realized that she didn't know what to do.  

"Aw hayseed. I knew I was forgetting something." she had been preoccupied with running for her life but now she realized that she was supposed to figure out the next step while in the cart, but after eating all those apples, she had fallen asleep. And the bits from the dreams that she remembered involved dragons and epic sword battles, and penguins for some reason, so those where out too.

She plopped down on her haunches and her brow was creased in concentration. To a passerby, such a sight could have been considered comical or even adorable, but she ignored the smiling ponyfolk thinking hard on what she could do to get her Cutie mark.

After a few minutes of this, Scootaloo gave up. She was frustrated and down, but then she brightened up "I guess I'll have explore and find something then! CUTIE MARK CITY EXPLORERS! YAY!" she yelled, catching a few odd looks from some of the ponies around her. From the lack of volume she then realized her friends weren't there to share her enthusiasm.

"Oh yeah…" she sadly stated. "Maybe this wasn't such a great idea…" she said dejectedly as she began walking down the streets once again.

…

She had been wandering the streets of Canterlot for the past couple of hour, looking like a pitiful lost little filly that she was; looking at her hooves more than for a way to get her cutie mark. A few of the ponies on the street would have asked her what was wrong and helped her, if they weren't so busy watching out for the reported maniacal psycho mare that was on the loose as well as what was above her head, gaining a few stares as she continued walking sluggishly down the street.

Scootaloo ignored all this as she plodded along, a metaphorical and almost literal dark cloud hanging over her head in contrast with the beautiful day. If she knew that she was starting to form a miniature storm cloud above her head, she would have been jumping about at how awesome she was and she would show her friends and…

But her friends weren't there.

It was just her in what was once a captivating wonder to Scootaloo, which was now even more boring and depressing than Ponyville, if that was possible. She didn't know where she was, or what she was to be doing, it was just…

At that moment, the owner of the quaint doughnut shop, a stocky sand colored unicorn named Pony Joe, was dragging out one his few customers of that day. It pained him to do it, especially on a slow day such as this, but he knew when a pony, and in one case, a baby dragon, had had enough of his doughnuts.

After making sure that the patron was able to move on his own and was not going to try to go back inside, Pony Joe noticed Scootaloo almost oozing along, her once vibrant orange coat was becoming a sickly orange, and the cloud above her head was starting to become dark grey and seemed to have a few mini-thunderheads.

Pony Joe had been in the doughnut business for a long time, like his father before him, and he knew what a pony looked like when they needed a helping hoof and a few doughnuts (muffins in a pinch), though he honestly hadn't dealt with anypony with their own weather pattern before.

Walking tentatively towards the gloomy filly, he used his magic to try and dissipate or at least move the offending grey mass above her head, getting small arcs of lightning and mini-rolls of thunder for his efforts as the storm resisted him. But the storm finally gave in as he reached her and dislodged itself from the small foal's airspace, floating off, probably to cause a disaster somewhere else. Scootaloo looked up at the sudden change in lighting.

"Hey there! Watch doin' little missy?" he said enthusiastically with a sincere and friendly smile.

"Hi…I'm looking for my special talent… to get my cutie mark." she said in a low vapid, almost mechanical voice.

Pony Joe noticed then that she was well beyond his smile's ability to get her in his shop for a doughnut; only a smile from that pink pony he met a while back could possibly get a positive reaction from her now.

With his heightened concern, being a bit presumptuous, he lifted up the little filly with his magic, struggling weakly as she floated into his shop, and placed her on a stool at the front counter.

Scootaloo, slowly looked around, somewhat interested in the change of scenery and the hearty sweet smell from the baking, as Pony Joe grabbed one of his patented Triple frosted powdered jelly-filled supreme chocolate doughnut (now with sprinkles) and placed it before her with a glass of milk. "On the house, looks like you need it."

When, after a few moments she had made no move for the doughnut, he once again took the initiative, grabbing the doughnut and shoving it in her mouth; it was for her own good after all.

Her eyes immediately widened from the sudden pastry assault, but got even wider from the amazing flavor. And the sweetness! For a brief moment she thought she knew what it was like to be Pinkie Pie. (It was good that it didn't stick)

She grabbed the remaining bit of pastry and wolfed it down as the now mirthful doughnut seller grabbed another one and put it before her, to immediately be devoured as well. She started chugging the milk, and continued to ravenously eat 2 more doughnuts before she slowed down and stopped drinking her milk, putting the glass half full of milk onto the counter in front of her, somewhat separate of the 5 empty brothers to her right.

"Thanks mister! But why did you give me those doughnuts…" There was a definite improvement in her mood and her appearance from 2 minutes ago. But her face soon became apprehensive as she thought of the possible answers: He could be working for the apple seller and was keeping her distracted, or maybe she was now obligated to pay him back somehow and she would force her to wash dishes for a month; or maybe the doughnuts were drugged and when she fell asleep he would take her to the basement and…

Such thoughts quickly ran through her head, and so many more. She was in the short manic stage; Pony Joe knew it well. Ponies reacted to it differently, but she was obviously becoming paranoid from the look on her face.

"Call me Joe, and I gave you those doughnuts on the house because it looked like you needed them."

She paused for a moment. He seemed sincere enough. "Yeah… I think I did…" She started to calm down but also started look gloomy again. "I'm Scootaloo, by the way."

"Well Scoots…" "HEY!" she exclaimed upon hearing her moniker"… what seems to be the problem?"

"It's like I told you, I want to find my special talent to get my cutie mark! Because I'm a Cutie Mark Crusader!" She passionately declared as she stood up in an epic pose that also caused her stool to spin around and she fell over onto the counter.
Pony Joe was pretty sure that wasn't it, but he would go with it for now, he would figure it out eventually.

"Got any ideas on what it might be?" knowing the probable answer already.

"It's gotta be awesome and really cool and be amazing and …and" she eagerly began to answer,

"Why don't we start small, you could help me make some donuts for tomorrow, I'll give you another doughnut or two if you do." He was dead on, and he knew she would do it; foals have a very large and persistent sweet tooth.

Scootaloo considered this a few moments; making doughnuts sounded boring and if it was anything like last time she was baking, hazardous as well; but on the other hoof, the doughnuts were awesome. It was obvious really.

"Ok" she grudgingly agreed and in a fit of spontaneity and tradition "CUTIE MARK DOUGHNUT MAKERS! YAY!" she exclaimed at the top of her lungs. The yell startled Pony Joe so much that he fell over behind the counter, out of sight from Scootaloo's current viewpoint.

After a few moments, from underneath the counter, bodiless voice of Pony Joe hesitatingly said. "Let's get you set up." What had he gotten himself into?

…

After a brief intermission of cleaning up and putting on the stripey attire of the store employees, Joe and Scootaloo were in the back kitchen, ready to make doughnuts.

Standing on a raised stool, Scootaloo looked somewhat eager to begin as Joe began showing her how to grab the right amount of dough and mold it into a large patty.

Scootaloo was about to say something, but stopped herself as she watched the master at work, cutting and molding the dough. She started soon started trying, and her efforts weren't very spectacular, but she was starting to get the hang of it.

After half an hour, her work looked consistent and appropriate, and with two of them working together, they would get done probably in 2/3rds of the time.

It was going well, when the nearby clock tower stuck noon. Soon after and right on time, the front door bell rang, and a group of ponies could be heard entering the establishment.

"Do you think you can do ok by yourself back here?"

"Pfft. I can handle this easy stuff." as she waved her doughy hoof at him.

"Okay…Just don't touch the pad over there." He waved his hoof into the kitchen's center of the back wall as he walked out the floppy door he like so much.

'Heh, she's a good kid. But why do I feel like I'm forgetting something?'

He kept wondering as he served his best patrons, a small group of guards on break from the palace. They were having a great time laughing and digging into the delicious doughnuts, a stark contrast to their demeanor at the castle. After they had all finished up and had their last minute doughnuts to eat when nopony was looking, the shop was once again empty.

He then realized it after 15 minutes since he left the kitchen: He forgot to ask where she was from; and if he knew it was Ponyville, he would not have left her alone. EVER.

BOOOOOM!!

This realization hit him just as he was floored to the ground by an explosion that shook the whole building and literally blew the ceiling off, but just 6 feet in the air, so it came crashing down on top of the building, Dislodging the moderately large donut on the roof, which then rolled off down the street. Luckily the roof held, but the whole building was a horrible mess, and it was going to take a lot of work to get back to code and in working order.

He ran to the kitchen to see if Scoots was alright, and upon opening the door, a mass of partially baked dough instantly spread through the door at his chest height almost making him fall over into the onslaught of dough. 'How the heck did she do this? I don't even have half the amount of dough to cause something like this, let alone an explosion.'

As he slogged through the thick dough to the back of the building, he yelled "Scoots, are you ok! Say something!… Scoots…" His cry died on his lips as he saw that the back door was open and a filly sized path was gnawed through dough to the door.

*Sigh* "Foals will be foals." He didn't need to worry about Scootaloo at the moment; she could handle herself, and was probably scared of reciprocation for this catastrophe. Now that he knew she lived in Ponyville, he could keep tabs on her through his old friend Carrot Cake. He was happy to help, though he sort of wished she could have cleaned up a bit before she left.

…A few moments earlier, in the skys over canter lot…

Spitfire was having a good day, just like the Canterlotians below her. It was her day off and she was finally going to get a cup of her favorite coffee at her favorite Café and stock up, she hadn't been able to stop by to get some for a while now because of all the shows she and the other Wonderbolts had been doing all across Equestria. She had ran out and had been reduced to using "normal" coffee, she felt like those where the worst 6 weeks of her life.

It was finally going to end. She would be able to sit back and rela…

BOOOOOM!

Spitfire's eyes, closed in blissful contemplation, snapped open on alert. Below her, she saw a small mushroom cloud of dust rising from the street, and she flew down to investigate.

Approaching she saw the building that was the source of the explosion, and the door in the back suddenly opened by an orange pony that was trying to extricate themselves from some sticky substance inside. They soon got free and ran down the street bits of goo flying off of them as they went.

Now hovering by the building with the other pegassi onlookers, who didn't recognize her without her uniform, she found that the building was the doughnut shop down the street from her café and was in terrible shape.

It seemed to recently have had it roof ripped off and slammed down haphazardly in place and from what she could see inside through the cracked glass, it didn't fare much better, there was a horrible mess, like a tornado had gone through. The goo the pony was having trouble with was probably dough she deducted.

She was puzzled by this, because even though she wasn't a great cook (who was she kidding, she'd burn a salad) she was pretty sure that baking usually couldn't do something like this.

Putting it off until more information was available, she continued on her quest for her coffee. It was more important, she hadn't had coffee for the past 2 hours and she was getting sorta mellow.

"What the…!" She suddenly stopped short in midair, below her was her café, which now had the added addition of a giant donut wedged into it. Spitfire's wings faltered, almost falling out of the sky at the sight. She then rushed down, concern and a bit of hope in her eyes.

She landed and immediately started asking amongst the crowd of ponies around the giant pastry about what happened. She found out nopony was hurt, and that the building was probably going to need structural repairs before it could be used again. There was a psycho grey mare on the loose that could have done this. But the worst news came from her favorite waiter Pierre.

"I'm sorry very ma'am, but our stores coffee beans are completely soaked, along with many of their herbal ingredients, and prepared mixes when the sprinklers turned on when something was left on in the back and caused a small fire.

Her spirits fell to the floor then; she was going have to go on without her coffee for an undeterminable amount of time. She was totally stunned. Then she slowly became enraged.

She knew that this doughnut came from the shop up the street; she knew that an explosion doesn't happen on its own; and she knew that the orange pony she saw had something to do with this.

She blasted off from the ruins of not just her Café, but her hopes of a peaceful day as well. She was going to find that pony; she didn't know what she was going to do; but nobody messes with her coffee! She headed off in the last direction she saw the orange defiler going.

…

Scootaloo was only mildly surprised about her current predicament of being once again covered in a sticky substance, these things happen to her enough to get used to it. But she was sad about having to leave so quickly; she was having fun and really liked Joe; but people in here experience tend to be somewhat distressed when you blow up and/or gooify their stuff. She would check on him later to see if he was still angry at her.

But for now, she had to get this goo off. She looked around and found herself in a small plaza at the intersection of 3 wide streets, with a moderately sized fountain in the middle. A few carts and carriages were going through the plaza every once in a while and there were a few carts and wagons, and the occasional carriage parked in front of various stores on the sides of the street.  The traffic was so light though that the ponies could walk around in it mostly at their leisure.

She ran stickily to the fountain, making smack smacking noises with each hoof fall. Reaching into the water, she was surprised that it was warm, and then started to wash of using the water in the main pool. The dough came off easily, as it should, so it wasn't going to take her an hour to get it out like those other times.

As she was scrubbing off, she didn't notice the dough floating over to the main drainage area, and promptly clogging it up. The magical failsafe activated within the fountain and the backup drain was opened automatically at the bottom, creating a small whirlpool in the fountain.

Scootaloo continued to wash off, and even more dough entered the fountain, and once again, the dough came to the backup drain, and promptly clogged it. The fountain was supposed to automatically divert the water and inform water management in such circumstances, but the fountain never had a problem for the past 400 years that it had been there, so those spell weren't renewed often.

Scootaloo had almost gotten all of the gunk out of her wings and tail, when she found water pouring past her hooves. She looked up, horrified at the edge of the fountain, which was overflowing with water. She knew it was her again.

"Not again!" Quickly, before anyone caught on, Scootaloo ran off down one of the streets and then down an alleyway, as the water started pouring faster and further into the plaza. It was soon soaked and ponies where wondering what had happened to the fountain as few ponies slipped and slid trying to cross the stone plaza.

The visiting performing mage, The Great and Powerful Trixie was walking out of the alchemy shop when she heard squealing wheels on pavement. She saw a carriage that had been turning left onto her street had lost control and was going through an uncontrolled drift that was leading the carriage… into the back of her new wagon! She had just paid that thing off.

She could only watch in horror as the carriage struck the wagon at high-speed in its counter-clockwise arc, and with an audible snap, the cheap brakes broke and the wagon was propelled into the plaza, right at the water fountain, where it hit the edge with enough force to flip into the fountain and ram into the central pillar.

Her anguish was evident from her face, which soon drained in color as she saw that the wagon's door had opened up partially and was now dumping her things into the water. This perturbed her yes, but it's what came after she was afraid of. She started running; running as fast as she could.

The chemicals and salts she used for making her unique fireworks went in after her stuff. She kept some extremely volatile stuff, along with her powder, in the wagon and if something were to react or go off…

BWOOOOOM!

A second explosion echoed through Canterlot just under 10 minutes after the last one. Though this one would have more dire effects than the last one.

In a bright flash, Trixie's new wagon and the fountain, where blown to smithereens, the only saving grace for the ponies in the plaza against the lower shrapnel was double edged, as with the city being in and around a volcanic caldera, one of the natural geysers supplied water to the fountain and powered the surrounding blocks. The instant the integrity of the fountain was compromised, the geyser shot up 100 feet in the air, launching the shrapnel far away.

But the water didn't stop, it just kept coming. A huge column of water split the sky, the water was soon starting to flood the plaza. The ponies scattered, running for higher ground, the rising waves of water where starting to travel down the surrounding convoluted streets.

They soon petered out 5 blocks away, as even 400 years later, the original dimensions of the geyser's pool was still part of the topography of the city. It was an older less popular district so all the ponies of the where getting by unscathed, going into multistory buildings and leaving the area with little hassle.

Everypony was safe, except for one little orange Pegasus filly running down a narrow tight roofed dead end alley.

…a few moments earlier

Spitfire furiously searched for the orange pony, she must have gone over a fourth of Canterlot in her search, and that was just the last few minutes!

The streets rushed by as she flew down the streets of canter lot, when she heard another explosion a few blocks from her, and she knew it was the pony at it again, causing harm to another part of the city.

"I'm not letting you cause any more damage." She growled through her teeth as her determination rose even higher. She sped down the twisting streets, hearing a roaring sound that she thought was the wind, ready to catch the pony at any moment, and consequently almost slammed into the miniature tidal wave taking a quick corner towards the source of the explosion.

She pulled up just in time, taking a bit of the crest of the wave as she passed and realized what had happened once she was above the surrounding buildings. This was much worse than she thought.

She approached the geyser, but backed off; the water was still somewhat hot. She couldn't see the orange pony and she had lost the trail, and the enormity of this dwarfed her desire for revenge for the coffee, as the pony had now "sank" an entire district of the city. She needed to find that pony before they caused any more damage.

She started flying low again, but this time over the buildings, frantically searching, when she heard a scream. A scream coming from a narrow and over-roofed alley that seemed to have a dead end where it met with the old wall further downhill. She dove for it, ignoring the risks of flying in such a tight area under these conditions, and rushed down the alley. The waves pounding a half a legs length below her. The screams echoed down the darkened crag sounding more frantic.

Then they stopped.

…Moments earlier

Scootaloo was running down the dark alleyway when she heard the explosion, her face paled at the thought that she had caused another explosion as she continued to gallop down the alley that was getting tighter and tighter as she went.

Then she heard the growing roaring sound echoing down the chasm. Her eyes bugged out in pure horror as she picked up even more speed  for she knew that was a lot water behind her. It was just like her dream, when she was really little, it was dark and she had no way out, the water rushing at her about to envelop her in its cold grasp…

She knew how to swim, but there was always that underlying fear of the waves pulling her down deep into the water. She started screaming. She kept running as fast as she could, but the twisting alley kept going and the water was coming in.

Making her final turn on a corner, the water had finally caught up to her, swirling of the wall, it pounded her into the ground and then swept her away, bouncing of the walls as she went. Spinning around in the grasp of the water she was somehow able to orient herself in her panic and broke the surface, finding herself ripping through the alley at break neck speed, she even found a piece of wood to hold onto, all she had to do was wait it out and it would deposit her in a street and she would be rescued.

But after a few seconds, she noticed the alley getting narrower, the alley getting darker as the roofs came closer together. It looked like an area that was abandoned and unused. She then thought of the possibility of this alley being a dead end… 'At these speeds and the strength of the waves I would…'

There was intense sudden pain and then her world slowly faded and blurred, her body flailing about where the water willed it.

Spitfire screeched down the alleyway, leaving a large disturbance in the water in her wake. It was starting to reach a point where she was losing too much visibility and the narrowness of the corridor wasn't going to allow her to fly when she barely saw the form of a small pony in the water, a black form on more inky blackness.

She rushed forward and grabbed her and turned as a wave slapped her in the face. She almost fell in, and she knew that would be the end of her and the other pony, she gritted her teeth and shot forward, holding onto her limp charge as she shot down the alleyway in the growing light.

Scootaloo happily thought with the last shreds of consciousness with barely a whisper in her mind 'I'm flying…' as she flew into the light.

Spitfire shot out of the end like a canon and quickly landed on the nearest flat building with the limp form of the pony. She found, that it was a young Pegasus filly with a bloody wound on her head, probably a concussion, she'd get used to it…

And she wasn't breathing.

Spitfire froze for a second with this simple observation, a determined look then came across her face once again. She was already having a bad enough day, she wasn't about to let the filly die on her.

She was hesitant but determined, using the CPR lessons that every Pegasus learned in flight school. She kept pressing, kept filling her lungs. She went at it for 2 minutes; all the while her fear grew. Was she was doing something wrong? It would be her fault if she lost her. How could she live with herself if she allowed such a young life to slip away?

Her body grew colder, almost icy to the touch, feeling unnatural in the warmth of the bright sunshine. Spitfire was slowing down, the tears she had been fighting welling up…

Then the foal suddenly gasped out loud and started wheezing and coughing, small sprays of water coming out as she filled her lungs with air.

"Oh thank Celestia…" Spitfire praised as she weakly sank down onto the roof in relief. She did it, she saved her, she saved this young orange…

Her exultation was briefly marred by her observation that this was definitely the orange pony she was originally after. She looked back at the young one, her breathing beginning to normalize.

She looked so peaceful breathing quietly, almost like she was napping in the sunlight,

Did she really want revenge on such a sweet thing for something small earlier? Or capture her as her duty to the city, just a few moments ago?  She contemplated these things as the little filly continued breathing shallowly next to her.

Spitfire, still deep in thought, scooped up the sleeping filly and flew towards the nearest hospital that currently wasn't flooded. Even though pegassi where built to withstand such injuries, concussions where still serious, especially for a little one.

Below them the water still churned throughout the district, smashing debris against the buildings. Even though it still looked pretty bad, it seemed to be calming down, the geyser now was only a mere 20 feet tall, and the overwhelmed drainage system was finally starting to make a difference against the massive amount of water.

Almost arriving at the hospital, in the district that sided one of the walls of the alley, her charge was starting to look pale again, and with a burst of speed, Spitfire burst into the emergency room without even landing yelling "This filly needs a…" She backpedaled in the air and slammed into the floor to avoid collision.

The room was in utter chaos, every conceivable affliction was probably present, from tummy aches to Osteogenesis Imperfecta (Glass bone disease) There where pegassi wildly crashing into things; magicked items where whisking all about, almost giving Spitfire a concussion herself. A dragon sneezing in the corner, vaporizing a little bit more of the wall, and there was a whole section of transformed ponies, including a few potted plants.

Spitfire groaned, and navigated through the insanity, passing by a disheveled and somewhat familiar grey mare in an upright stretcher, struggling in her bonds, and trotted up to the reception desk.

The receptionist didn't even look up, continuing to read her magazine, as she waved a hoof briefly at the small red ticket dispenser, which was on 348, the number above it read 157.

Somewhat miffed, she put her little patient on the ground, dug in her mane for a second, and pulled out her Wonderbolts badge, plopping it down onto the desk. The receptionist looked up and saw the same mare from before and looked down…

Her eyes widened as she then knew who Spitfire was. "Right this way please." as she walked to a room that just opened up to expel another convalescing pony. Spitfire grabbed her badge, picked up the kid and walked in with a smirk on her face.

…

Scootalloo's eyes popped open.

She had had the horrible nightmare again, but it became an awesome dream, one where she got to finally fly, joining the pegassi up in the clouds, ripping through the air, the wind blasting by her face. Scootaloo vainly tried to grasp the remaining threads of the dream, when she noticed that she was in a bed. In a strange room.

Panicking she hopped up, only to grow intensely dizzy and fall over. She heard a chuckle next to her and looked up to find a flame headed yellow mare smiling at her, but with a little concern in her eyes.

"Yeah, those bumps can really knock out your coordination; you might want to take it easy." Spitfire said to the confused filly. "Now that you're awake, what's your name?"

Scootaloo paused; a cynical look crossed her face. "Who wants to know?"

Sighing, "Well ok then, I'm Spitfire and I…" at hearing her name, she was interrupted by a bout of omygoshes and attempted hops "I'm Scootaloo! and I…"she exclaimed before she fell over again.

Coming back to her situation, "What am I doing here, and why are you here?"

"Well I was having a perfect day, until I found a giant doughnut in the restaurant I was going to, by the way you owe me a coffee for that." A look of fear crossed Scootaloo's face at this. "…and how did you manage not only to make dough explode, but almost sink an entire city district?" Scootaloo's face became even more fearful, then stunned. "I did what!?"

"Yeah, didn't you cause that explosion? You were in trouble in that alleyway so I flew in and got you out of there, you hit your head pretty good there, knocked you right out." She didn't want to mention the whole dead for 2 minutes part just yet.

In the back of Scootaloo's mind as she processed this surge of overwhelming information, she remembered floating in the darkness, her consciousness fading away; maybe that wasn't a dream… But such thoughts where instantly overshadowed by her pride of her epic achievement.

Scootaloo hopped up again, "that's sooo Awesome! I can't wait to tell Apple bloom and Sweetie. And Rainbow Dash!" She exclaimed, getting a raised eyebrow at the mention of the "interesting" Pegasus she met at the gala a while back.

Seeing how things turned out then, that explained a few things.

Spitfire smiled at the young filly, she was a trouble maker too when she was that age, luckily she was in a smaller town, otherwise stuff like this would've happened on a weekly basis.

Ruffling the filly's spiky and disheveled hair, cutting off the outburst of even more omygoshes "How is Rainbow Dash anyways?"

"She's awesome! She just took on a really big storm and took it out in 10 seconds flat, and she keeps coming up with awesome tricks to join you guys." This got another raised eyebrow; Spitfire had sent the acceptance exam letter a while ago, she was wondering what had happened to not hear back from her.

"So what brings you to Canterlot? I hope it wasn't to remodel the city." Spitfire said with a smirk.

Scootaloo looked down at being asked this. It hadn't been a real productive day. "I wanted to find my special talent so I could get my cutie mark, but…"

"But…?"

I think I just want to go home now, I miss my friends and Ponyville and everything I've done today has been messed up."

"I think that's a good idea, Scoots." earning her a quick "HEY!" from her as she ruffled her purple hair again.

As Scootaloo hopped off the bed and they walked out into the hallway Spitfire asked, "But why did you come alone?" Scootaloo thought on that. Thinking back she wasn't really thinking this escapade through, she was so frustrated that she just wanted to go out and get it, away from the grownups.

"I guess... I was just… well…" She stumbled over the words as they climbed into the elevator, the nurses' plaintive cries to stop and come back ignored. Spitfire knew what she was going through, given time she'd figure it out.

…

Scootaloo had been out for a couple of hours, so it was mid-afternoon. Said filly was currently almost demolishing a hot fudge sundae larger than her head, Spitfire satisfied with just a blended iced coffee, which she had to say, was pretty good, maybe the wait for her coffee wouldn't be that bad.

For a large bit of the time in-between huge mouthfuls of ice-cream, Scootaloo told her embellished stories of her various adventures along with a large overuse and abuse of the word "awesome". 'How can this filly get into so much trouble?' was a summary of Spitfire's thoughts as she was bombarded with her crazy antics.

She was actually sort of glad; if half of the more believable stuff she was saying was true, if she went to a city like Manehattan, she would've probably found a way to sink the city into the ocean, and get covered in goop in the process, from what she had gathered.

Scootaloo finished with a hearty flourish of the spoon, and promptly fell back on the seat, content, her full belly sticking in the air. It was getting late; even at full speed, it would be cutting it close taking Scootaloo back to Ponyville and getting back to get some sleep and be ready for tomorrow's flight show.

"It's getting late, we're gonna have to double time it if I want to get some shut eye for tomorrow's show.

"Awwwww… I wanted to hang out more" Scootaloo pouted.

"Well…" she said as she got up and put down the money, "… it's a long flight to Ponyville, I'll still be around."

At these prospects, the kid's eyes widened in glee, thinking about flying high up in the sky. She had always wanted to, as most little pegassi did, but most of them had their parents help them, but her mother was a unicorn and her father… well she didn't know where he was. This was like a dream come true to her.

"Can we do tricks?" she asked, and after a few moments they started to turn all puppy eyed (she knew it was a good idea to learn that trick from apple bloom). Unable to resist the cuteness, she broke down, "OK… But only the ones that you can hold on for, Scoots."

"YAY!" she exclaimed, startling Spitfire who fell back a step, and the poor server, who let go of the tray he was holding. He looked somewhat cross at being covered in ice cream.

Hurrying her out the door, Spitfire wanted to go now, before Scootaloo caused another incident, which was bound to spiral out of control in usual Crusader fashion. She pulled off her goggles that she had been wearing since her determined efforts of her revenge and hooved them to Scootaloo, she would need them up there; they only increased her visibility anyways.

Scootaloo held them reverently in her hooves, the look in her eyes making it seem that it was some holy relic. Ignoring this, Spitfire motioned for her to hurry up, so she stopped gawking and tightened them to her face.

Using her head to roll Scootaloo onto her back, she got comfortable and Spitfire told her to move a little bit so that she wouldn't be hindered during flight. All situated, and making sure the filly was holding tight, hey blasted off the ground like a rocket, knocking Scootaloo back with a small "eep" as they barreled upwards, right as the cross server came out after them, now shaking his hoof at them as they became specks in the sky.

After leveling out, Scootaloo peeled herself off Spitfire's back and found they were flying high over the world, the city a bunch of tiny rectangles, populated by ants. The wind rushed through her hair, they're speed nothing like she had ever experienced before. It felt exhilarating, no it felt AWESOME!, no… it felt… free.

Scootaloo basked in the moment of tranquility, when suddenly, with an evil grin on her face, Spitfire flapped her wings opposite of one another and closed them, rushing into a spinning dive, corkscrewing downward way faster than Scootaloo thought possible, as evidenced by her scream.

To an onlooker, as Spitfire spun into a gravity defying arc upwards somewhat close to the ground, they would have heard something like this as the went by:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaawwaaaaaAAAAhHOOOOOOOOOO!"

The rush was amazing to Scootaloo, even better when she did her tricks on her scooter. Spitfire continued to spin as they started to do whirling barrel rolls, but that was only the start.

Soon, Spitfire was doing intricate knots in the air at high speed, Scootaloo loving every minute of it, yelling over the roar of the air rushing past for crazier stuff. There was no way Spitfire was going to make it back in time, but she didn't care, anypony could see a show anytime, but a little filly couldn't get something like this just any day. She was happy that she could bring such joy to the young Pegasus.

Before they knew it, Celestia's sun was starting to go down as the small town of Ponyville came into view. They were both worn out, but giggling and laughing in joy and contentment.

Both Spitfire and Scootaloo thought 'maybe today wasn't that bad after all'

…

Scootaloo pointed the way to her house near the edge of Ponyville, and they landed right outside the door. Suddenly in fear of the wrath from her mother, Scootaloo hesitated, but Spitfire, ever the one to take the initiative, banged on the door.

The door slowly opened to the view of an obviously distraught mare, saying "Hello, can I help you" in a strained voice, unable to see Scootaloo behind her fiery mane. Spitfire had to admit that she wasn't really planning anything so, she faltered. "Uuuh…"
Then reaching through her mane, Scootaloo stuck her head out and said "Hi mom." in a somewhat choked up voice.

"ScootaAAA!" her mother exclaimed as Scootaloo used Spitfires head as a springboard and tackled her mother. Spitfire was gonna feel that in the morning for sure.

"SCOOTALOO!"

That yell could have only came from the Crusaders, and Spitfire was right as 2 fillies that could only be Apple bloom and Sweetie Belle launched out of the door and tackled Scootaloo in turn. There were 2 ponies in the door that must be these two's sisters that she had heard about from Scootaloo. Smiles wide on their faces, they watched the four ponies in one big mess of a semi hug.

Scootaloo's mother then picked herself up. "Thank you, Thank you so much for bringing her back. How…"

"Don't worry about it, she was with me like the whole time, so actually…" she said as she winked at Scootaloo.

The mother raised an eyebrow at this, thinking that she knew what was going on.

Scootaloo then unknotted herself from the 2 pronged hug and ran up to Spitfire, trying to take off the goggles. She stopped her by ruffling her hair again.

"Keep em' I got a ton anyways, and you need them if you want to be as good as me someday." she said in a semi competitive voice. Scootaloo then rushed in and gave her a hug that almost cracked her windpipe. "Thank you." she whispered, in the most sincerely grateful voice possible.

Spitfire hugged her back, eliciting a small, squeal from the little Pegasus. She then extricated herself from the claw-like grasp, she said her goodbyes and flared open her wings.

"Seeya Scoots." and she shot off into the air, the goodbyes slowly fading behind her in the slowly darkening sky.

As she blasted away from the cheery scene, looking back at the little determined filly surrounded by her friends, she was pretty sure she knew why Dash hadn't took her up on her offer.

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