Somewhere at Octavia’s kitchen table...

“So,” Lyra said.

“What?” Scootaloo responded pertinently.

“We have to do a chapter together.”

“I know. Is there a problem with that?”

“No. I mean, we like each other, don’t we?”

“Yeah. It’s not like I idolise you so much I wish you were my sister, but you seem nice.”

“Everypony wishes you were sisters.”

“I know, but especially me. I wish I could just spend a day talking with her, you know?”

“I know. When did you first decide you liked Fluttershy?”

“What?”

“You know, Rainbow Dash.”

“You just said Fluttershy.”

“Oh. I meant to say Rainbow Dash.”

“We could arrange that meeting, you know,” camerapony #1 said.

“In general or right now?” Scootaloo said.

“I was thinking in general, but we can do it right now if you want.”

“What about me?”

“Octavia’s finished with her chapter and she’s coming here right now. Do stuff with her.”

The event recording crew and Scootaloo exited the house, meaning the transcriber had to transcribe what it looked like outside. Or did she?

“The vehicle should be here any minute,” camerapony #1 said. “Put this blindfold on.”

“Where did you get this?”

“Put it on.”

She put the blindfold on. Don’t ask.

“Put this hearing retardant on.”

She put the headphones on. You can ask about that if you want.

“Do you see or hear this comical object?”

“All I see is light green and all I hear are the shrieks of departed souls.”

“Excellent.”

After a few minutes during which Scootaloo tried to figure out what the hell an astericks was since Apple Bloom had mentioned one yesterday, a pickup truck arrived. She was thrown into the bed of the F-151, because I know this will shock you but Mew does, in fact, exist, the staff got in, and the transport could begin.

“Did you have to throw her in that steep an arc?” transcriber #3 said.

“She only fell maybe a metre. And the leg-flailing was hilarious!”

“Well, that’s true.”

They set off for the helipad, camerapony #1 making “neeeooo” sounds and unnecessary opposite lock the whole way there.

“Screeeech!” camerapony #1 said as they arrived.

“I wish I was the one with the headphones.”

“Come on.”

They got out of the pickup truck and Scootaloo was magicarried into the helicopter.

“We’re here,” camerapony #1 said.

The pilot looked back at them. “Okay. Could one of you close the door?”

Transcriber #3, being the one with less dialogue, closed the door. The pilot put the key in the ignition and turned it, but the helicopter wouldn’t start.

“You better get it started before the axe murderer comes,” camerapony #1 said. “I hear he’s killed four axes already.”

“I’m trying.” He took the key halfway out, put it back in, took it halfway out, put it back in, and turned it. The helicopter’s engines revved, he pulled a lever down, and the helicopter went up, leaving a huge trail of smoke behind it.

The helicopter landed just metres from the edge of Cloudsdale and the staff got out, Scootaloo on camerapony #1’s back. The helicopter went back down, and a minute of waiting for the other to say something first later, a lorry backed into the heaven-like empty tract of cloud from behind a tree. The driver got out and went up to them.

“Is that Scootaloo?”

“Yep,” camerapony #1 said.

“Didn’t know she was into that kinda thing.”

“Oh, we’re not having sex with her. We just wanted to deliver her to Rainbow Dash’s house.”

“Well, there’s plenty o’ room in the back.”

They went into the cargo area, whatever it’s called, and he closed the door, or whatever it’s called, leaving them in darkness that wasn’t perfect, but it tried, and that’s what counts. The tyres struggled to find grip on the cloud, but the lorry was still able to get going with some cool tyre tracks being the only real consequence. Nothing happened on the way to their destination, not even a mouse, and the lorry stopped so abruptly they flew, not rolled, into the door.

“What was that?” Scootaloo said. “Am I in a vehicle with a wall?”

“Does she expect us to answer her?” transcriber #3 said.

The driver opened the door. Then their driver opened the door to the cargo bay.

“Ah reckon yous can all exit the loading area nowz0rz,” he said.

They stood up, transcriber #3 put Scootaloo on her back, and they left without a word.

“Crap,” camerapony #1 said. Navigating the grid between tall buildings-type thing Cloudsdale had going on was easy, assuming you didn’t forget any directions, but that goes for everything ever so I don’t know what my point is. Wait, it’s that they forgot a direction. “Did he say Wright Street, Right Street, or Rite Street?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Well, we’re on Rite now, and we’re supposed to turn here, right?”

“I think it’s Wright.”

“I think we have to turn here too, but I’m not sure. But... I think he said Wright.”

“Right, that’s what I think.”

“Really? Now I’m even less sure. You should call him.”

She called him.

“Hello?”

“This is transcriber #3. We’re at the Right-Wright intersection, which way is it?”

“Right.”

“Okay, thanks.” She hung up. “He said right.”

“Then we’ll do that.”

They went right onto Wright Street. After they walked for a few minutes, dialogue happened.

“If this is right, we should be there by now,” transcriber #3 said.

“Maybe it’s Right.”

“No, we’ve definitely gone too far.”

“Yeah, that’s what I said.”

“Do you want to turn around or not?”

“Yes.”

They went back to Right, and after walking for a couple minutes, they saw their golf cart right by the entrance to Awning Hotel.

“There it is,” camerapony #1 said.

“Yep, I see it.”

Luckily, they were both talking about the golf cart, so they went halfway to it, then went halfway to it, then went halfway to it, then went halfway to it, then got in and began the final leg of their journey. Not that metaphorical life journey, the literal one they’re on right now. Well, they’re always on the life one, but you know what I mean. They drove to Rainbow Dash’s house without getting lost like a player of a video game you like where navigation can be hard.

“Screeeech!” camerapony #1 said as he stopped the cart. They went onto the porch and transcriber #3 dropped Scootaloo from her magic.

“Ow,” Scootaloo said. “Hey, this feels like wood. Motorised vehicles don’t have that on their surfaces in my home culture.”

Transcriber #3 took the blindfold and headphones off.

“Holy crap,” Scootaloo said. “Is that a doorbell?”

She rang the doorbell and told herself she was doing things for thirty seconds before Rainbow got the door.

“ohai Scootaloo!”

“Hi, Rainbow Dash. I wanted to see your fancy new house.”

“Well, it’s pretty middle-class, and it’s two hundred years old. It is mine and a house, though.”

“Two hundred years isn’t that old for a house. It’s not new, but—”

“Yeah, that’s what I said. Not new. Come on, come inside.”

And so she did.

“Wow...” Scootaloo said.

“What? Are you still not over the doorbell?”

“I’ve never seen a house so indescribable before....”

“So should I show you around?”

“Sure.”

“So first, this room. Obviously it’s the living room. Well, in practice, it’s a lying on the couch watching telly room, but ponies can use it to live too if they want.”

“Is this entire chapter going to be jokes about rooms?”

“We can just clock wipe it if you want.”

“That’s probably what we should do.”

It clock wiped to them in the fancy bedroom.

“Why would you need a bed that big?” Scootaloo said.

“Oh, you know, no reason. Impulse buy.”

“It’s a bed.”

“Well, I... roll around in my sleep a lot....”

“Have you secretly been dating Applejack or something?”

“Um... well, I guess you should know. I’ve been with Applejack since December. Only a small group of ponies know.”

“Shocker. You know, you should tell everypony. We, as in all intelligent life, have been waiting for you to get together and everypony would be really happy to hear that it’s already been happening for months.”

“Well, yeah, but... they’d feel betrayed that they’ve been lied to so long.”

“It’s gonna get out sometime, and it’s best if it’s from you. Or Applejack. Doesn’t really matter, the point is that you admit it.”

“I’ll run it by AJ and see what she wants to do right now. But as long as you know this, there’s something else you should know.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m also in a relationship with Twilight.”

“What.”

“Yeah.”

“How did that happen?”

“Because we were spending way too much time together for me being Rainbow and her being Twilight and we had to admit it eventually.”

“But... but....”

“Yeah.”

“But Twilight’s just like, like, a second girlfriend, right?”

“Yeah. AJ’s my primary.”

“Good. So what long hours did you spend with Applejack before you admitted it?”

“Uh....”

“What?”

“We didn’t really talk that much. We do now, of course, but....”

“Okay. So anyway, you should tell everypony. They’d be happy to hear it once they got over the whole being lied to for months thing.”

“Like I said, I’ll see what AJ thinks.”

“Okay.”

The conversation ended.

“Still trying to process everything?”

“No.”

“Anything you want?”

“A random Scootalove cuddle would be nice. I mean, that’s what everypony’s been waiting through the entire chapter for.”

“Sure.”

“Well, we can’t just randomly cuddle, it has to come naturally.”

The conversation got delayed for a second.

“You’re awesome, Scootaloo,” Rainbow said. They went on the bed and, through a series of awkward position changes, got to a point where Scootaloo was nestled cutely between her chest and legs. Rainbow pulled her ear with her tee—wait, no, that’s from something else. Next Chapter: Chapter 119: Disturbing Revelation Day Estimated time remaining: 9 Hours, 46 Minutes