In which we get an M rating...
In the darkness, thoughts were brewing about things nopony really wanted to think about. Humans, on the other hand, could think about them as much as they wanted to.
There were only a few of them left. There was a war, once, far before anypony was born, and it was a dark time, a dark time, indeed. Humans are the only beings capable of killing their own kind, and killing each other off was the only thing they could do.
So there was a great war of nuclear energy and dark matter, and everything on the planet that had the genus homo was wiped out. Nearly everything, that was.
There was one left now, only one, a male, and he was determined to carry his seed. There were lots of mares in Equestria, lots of mares with silky flanks and pretty eyes. He could easily do things with them, things that could spawn a new race of half-human creatures that could in turn breed and start a new army. Of course, he first had to rape one mare.
It took several months to decide, of course. Only so many mares were available at this point. It only seemed right, he thought, that he could do it to someone who was old enough to understand the implications behind violence but young enough to be naïve and predictable. He stalked the fillies of Ponyville for a few months before deciding on the pony that had the lowest self-esteem and most self-hatred; Scootaloo.
He watched her until it was safe. Then, he struck.
.
The storm had cleared in most of Equestria, but it was still positively damp in Ponyville. None of the mane six was there that night. It was perfect, really. Simply perfect.
Scootaloo was sitting on a park bench, staring into space with an expression of utter defeat. I can't believe that I still don't have my cutie mark. She wasn't talented at anything, when she thought about it. Maybe she'd just wander the earth forever in need of a cutie mark without actually getting one.
"Hello," said a scratchy voice. She didn't turn around or anything. "Are you alright?"
"Not really," said Scootaloo, still staring into the middle distance. "If anything, I think that I'm going to kill myself right now."
"Then you wouldn't mind me raping you."
"Not really…wait, what?"
Something hit her in the head, and everything went black.
.
She woke up in darkness. Something is penetrating her, back and forth, in and out without stopping. It hurts more than anything, but she can't speak, or breathe, or even scream.
"Stop," she chokes, and whatever it is slaps her across the face.
Dirty.
She sobbed, uncontrollable at this point. Her soul was displaced, cut into fragments.
…can't…breathe…
Her heart screamed in her chest. She can't do anything. She is nothing. Stop it. Please hear my psychic message and stop it. It felt like he was shitting on her.
It felt like she was going to die.
So this is the fate worse than death.
.
Rain against her face.
There were scars on her back, heavy scars and bruises. Each one stung when she walked.
It was funny, that they were going to school at all. They were too old for it, anyway, but they wanted to visit Cheerilee.
Apple Bloom ran out to greet her. "Hay, Scootaloo! What's with the sweater?"
"Nothing," she said, faking a grin. It hurt her teeth. "Does it look bad?"
"A little," admitted Apple Bloom. "Why not take it off? The purple doesn't go that great with your color."
"Well, excuse me that I'm not some light-colored filly," said Scootaloo, staring pointedly at Apple Bloom's butter-colored pelt. "I mean, not everyone can look like Princess Celestia, can they?"
"Scoot, is something wrong?" asked Apple Bloom concernedly. Her face did it. Scootaloo burst into tears. "Oh, Celestia, what happened?"
"I don't know," sobbed Scootaloo. "I…yesterday…this thing…it raped me!"
She sobbed some more, and Apple Bloom put a hoof on her shoulder. "Scoot…we need to go to the hospital."
"What for?" sniffled Scoot. "I mean, if they do a rape kit, it won't really matter, right? There's no evidence about who did it. I don't know what did it. It could've been anything."
"What did it look like? A manticore? A griffin?"
"No, it was…hairless."
"Hairless?"
"Yeah. Like…taller than ponies and skinny and gross."
"Ew. I'm…I'm just in shock right now."
Sweetie Belle walked up. "Hi, fillies," she said. "Scoot? Why're you crying?"
"Sweetie Belle, she was just raped," said Apple Bloom in a daze. "What are we going to do?"
"Tell Miss Cheerilee," said Sweetie Belle promptly. "When something bad happens, tell a grown up pony. That always seems to work."
They ran inside of the school house. There were a few students in there already, including Diamond Tiara. "What's with the sweater, Scoot-a-don't?" she asked smugly. "It's looks awful."
"Shut up, butt-munch," said Sweetie Belle, turning to Cheerilee. "Cheerilee, we have an urgent problem."
"Yes, my little ponies?" asked Cheerilee, leaning down with that lovable smile. "What is it?"
Scootaloo gulped and took off her sweater.
Rarity yawned and smiled.
Spike was next to her, as always, and was sprawled out like every morning. Tiny burst of flame were emitted from his nostrils every time he breathed, and it looked adorable. In fact, everything about Spike was adorable, from the fact that he was too lanky and his head was a bit strangely shaped now that he was a teenager, the spikes more prominent and everything. He was just so cute…and so good in bed she could die.
"I love you," she whispered, getting up unsteadily. She had been feeling off balance lately, like her energy had shifted, and it was weird but pleasant.
"Rarity!" cried Sweetie Belle, running into the kitchen at top speed. "Something terrible has happened!"
"What, have you realized that the filly you have a crush on is secretly a boy?" teased Rarity, getting out the eggs from the refrigerator. "Because trust me, that happens often enough."
"No, that's stupid," said Sweetie Belle, waving it off. "But, Rarity, it's Scootaloo! She was raped!"
The eggs fell and broke on the floor. "What?"
Memories that she had almost blocked out flew back in. Images of that pony…that monster Bedlam…the blood on her thighs…
"Rarity? Are you okay?"
"Sorry," said Rarity, getting up. "I just…wow. But Scootaloo…where is she now?"
"The hospital. They're doing a kit right now."
"That's just…tragic," said Rarity, slumping back a little. "Do they know who did it?"
"No," said Sweetie Belle slowly, "but…he's not a pony."
.
The news spread like wildfire. A filly, just out of foal-hood, had been raped. It was shocking, uncalled for, and set ablaze in the hearts of Ponyville citizens.
Princess Celestia, a victim herself, was called in to talk to the community. "My assailant wasn't a pony, either," she said, publicly displaying herself about the incident for the first time. "But that doesn't mean that we can't find him. At all costs, we will destroy this attacker and get vengeance for the survivor."
