Scootaloo’s Mother
Fanfic by englishwitch
Disclaimer: The following is an entirely fan-created parody. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, it’s characters and all other affiliated merchandise are the intellectual property of Lauren Faust and Hasbro. Please support the official MLP: FiM show.
I make no profit, or money at all, for the production and distribution of this fanfiction.

Chapter 1

Lyra’s music was interrupted by knocks at the door. Her focus broken she almost dropped the lyre held in her magic. With a sigh she placed the instrument down on the coffee table and slid off the sofa.

The knocking came again. “Coming.” Lyra called impatiently. Her horn glowed with a gold coloured light, opening the door as she approached.

Cheerilee, the plum coloured earth pony with a candy pink mane, stood in the door. A second later Lyra noticed the small orange pegasus filly by her side.
“Scoots, what happened?”

Scootaloo’s eyes were puffy from crying, her mane and wings were dishevelled and she clutched a blooded handkerchief to her nose with one hoof. The little filly didn’t explain, her eyes welled up again. She leapt inside and ran to Lyra, wrapping her free foreleg around her.
“Mommy.” She wept through the muffle of the handkerchief. Lyra was shocked, Scootaloo hadn’t cried since she was a young filly. She’d been sad and upset lots of times but nothing had brought her to tears for the longest time.

Lyra held her daughter in a tight hug. “There there.” She said soothingly. She looked up at Cheerilee for answers. The teacher seemed hesitant.

“May I come in?” She looked up and down the street, indicating she had news she didn’t want to discuss in public.

Lyra picked up Scootaloo with her magic, levitating the child onto her back. She hadn’t done this since Scootaloo had been a foal but a ride on mommy’s back had always cheered her up when she cried, it was all Lyra knew could work so she just fell onto the old habit. The child had grown, in size and weight, since then but Lyra could handle it. She stepped back into the living room, Cheerilee walking close behind.

The teacher took a quick look around as she entered. She’d never had call to visit Scootaloo at home. She’d spoken to both parents more than a few times about their daughters grades but that had always been at the school. On the whole Scootaloo was what Cheerilee would call a begrudging learner. She could, and often did, do the work she just didn’t enjoy it. She was more concerned with having fun with her friends than being stuck in a stuffy classroom and being forced to learn facts. Education was a chore to be over and done with as soon as possible. To Scootaloo’s credit, however, she always did a good job. She had learned the important lesson many ponies her age didn’t know; that you’d be made to repeat any chore you hadn’t done right, so it was best to put in the extra effort and do it properly the first time.
“Is Bonbon home?” Cheerilee asked. “I think she should hear this too.”

Lyra nodded. First her horn glowed again, lifting Scootaloo from her back and placing the kid on her favourite armchair. Large and blue with very soft cushions. Secondly Lyra used her magic to open a door on the far side of the room which separated the main house from the store where Bonbon sold her confectionery. “Bonbon, could you come here. It’s Scoots.”

There came noises from behind the door. Lyra guessed Bonbon was locking the shop door and placing a Back In 5 Minutes sign in the window. When Bonbon finally entered the house she had an amused smile on her face. “How much tree sap is she covered in this t-” She fell silent as she saw the tearful filly with the bloody nose. Then her mouth dropped open when she saw Cheerilee. This was more serious than a misadventure with the Cutie Mark Crusaders. She rushed over the the side of the chair and looked at her daughter, then to Cheerilee again. “What happened?” She asked them both simultaneously.

Scootaloo hung her head, leaving Cheerilee to do the explaining. The teacher took a seat on the sofa without asking, leaving the two mares to stand close to their seated daughter, where they wanted to be. “As you know, this week we began some of the basics of sexual education in school.”

Bonbon and Lyra nodded, they had both seen and signed the permission slip for Scootaloo to attend the lessons. Some parents thought their children were too young to be even learning the simple facts of biology but the two mares weren’t among that group.

Cheerilee returned the nod before continuing. “Today we covered the basics of reproduction. Nothing too graphic; simple facts such as the stallion providing the seed, which fertilises the mare’s egg, which grows into a foal over a period of eleven months.” She looked at Scootaloo. The filly looked ready to cry again. Cheerilee sighed and continued, “When the lesson was done I dismissed the class for the day. At this point Scootaloo had a disagreement with a fellow pupil, Diamond Tiara. It’s my understanding that Diamond Tiara began the altercation and I shall be having a long talk with her parents when my business is concluded here.”

“What happened?” Bonbon leaned close to Scootaloo, gently nuzzling her cheek. Scootaloo didn’t answer for some time, hoping Cheerilee would finish the story. The teacher continued to look at the filly expectantly.

“Sh...she...” Scootaloo took a deep breath and tried to steady her shaking voice. “She said we weren’t a real family....that you weren’t really my mom’s, because you’re two mares and there’s no stallion.” Scootaloo wiped at her eyes with her foreleg. “I told her she was wrong.”

“Words to that affect,” Cheerilee interrupted, “however what was actually said was really quite rude. Naturally this made Diamond Tiara quite angry and, I’ll spare you the colourful language which I will bring up with Diamond Tiara’s parents, she alluded Scootaloo’s parentage to have originated from local livestock. A fight broke out between them before I could intervene.”

“I hoofed her in the face.” Scootaloo said. The corner of her mouth twitched as she tried not to smile. It would probably get her in more trouble. “Then she hit back and we wrestled and...” She trailed off and dabbed at her nose with the handkerchief even though it had stopped bleeding some time ago. “She’s wrong. Isn’t she?” She looked from one parent to the other. “We’re a real family. You’re really my parents. You’re my mothers. You loved each other so you had a foal.”

Lyra and Bonbon shared a look with each other, then a look to Cheerilee, who shared their same bewildered expression. Scootaloo didn’t know? Hadn’t guessed or figured it out? She was old enough to have realised by now, had the fact really escaped her.

Scootaloo continued looking at her parents, waiting for that confirmation. “I know a stallion is needed to make a baby sometimes, but that doesn’t mean they’re needed all the time? Does it Miss Cheerilee?” She fixed her gaze on her teacher. “Does it? A mare and stallion can have a foal when they love each other. Can’t two mares have a baby if they love each other?”

Cheerilee sighed and looked at Lyra and Bonbon. She hated talking over the filly’s head but she really didn’t know how to answer the questions. “As you can see, it’s not my place. This is a conversation for family.” She climbed off the sofa. “I’ll leave you three alone. I’ll see myself out.” She trotted away and a few seconds later they heard the door open then close.

“Moms?” Scootaloo looked at her parents with growing fright and confusion as they moved over and sat on the sofa, looking at her with serious expressions.

“Scoots...” Lyra looked to Bonbon, who looked just as lost as she did. “Well...Have you never wondered why you’re a pegasus when I’m a unicorn and Bonbon is an earth pony.”

“Not really.” Scoots admitted. “Mr and Mrs Cake are both earth pony’s but one of their foals is a pegasus and the other a unicorn.”

Bonbon blushed at this. “Yes...well...that was a genetic thing.” She finally blurted out. There were lot’s of rumours about the Cake’s and their twins None of which Scootaloo needed to know. Ever.

“We are a family Scoots.” Lyra jumped in. “A real family, no matter what that Diamond Tiara says.”

“And we love you.” Bonbon added. “And we are your parents. We are your mothers.”

“It’s just that....” Lyra looked to Bonbon. They shared a nervous expression.

“Neither one of us...” Bonbon continued. She trailed off and found she couldn’t continue.

“Moms?” Scootaloo trembled with fright. She didn’t know what they were trying to say but it frightened her.

“There’s no easy way to say it Scoots,” Lyra took Bonbon’s hoof, resting it on her own. “Neither of us is your biological mother. We...we adopted you when you were a foal.”

Scootaloo stared at them dumbfounded. Her head started to hurt as the fact sank into her head. Adopted. Bonbon and Lyra weren’t her real parents. So Diamond Tiara had actually been right, they weren’t a family. Not a real one. Fake parents and a fake family, did that mean fake love? Had Lyra and Bonbon really loved her, or had they just felt sorry for a homeless baby.

“What?” was all she could say. Both mothers came over to sit in front of their child. Scootaloo shook her head, trying to make sense of the churning thoughts in her head. “But...then...who’s my real mom?”

Bonbon bit her lip to stop herself crying out ‘We are.’ Scootaloo’s question had been hurtful, but she knew Scoots hadn't meant it that way. She was just asking about her biological mother, which was perfectly natural. “We don’t know.” She admitted. “We never had any contact with her and we weren’t allowed to know her real name.”

“We think she might have lived in Cloudsdale.” Lyra offered. “But when you came to us it was through a social worker’s office in Manehatten.”

Scootaloo looked at them in disbelief. That was it? “That’s all you know about me?”

“We know you.” Bonbon objected. She took the filly’s hoof in her own. “We know we love you. It never mattered whether we were biologically related or not. You are, and always have been, our daughter.”

Scootaloo eased her hoof away from Bonbon, her head shaking slowly. “I...I....I can’t...”

Without warning she jumped from the chair. Her wings spread and she glided across the room. Before Lyra or Bonbon managed to get to their hooves Scootaloo had raced up the stairs and ran to her bedroom.

...***...

Bonbon opened the door to the two young fillies. Applebloom and Sweetie Belle smiled up at her. “Hi Miss Bonbon, can Scootaloo come out to play?” Sweetie put on her best, and cutest, smile. Despite her sadness Bonbon felt a grin appear on her face.

“We’re got a new idea to earn our cutie marks.” Applebloom smiled widely. “Cutie Mark Crusader boat builders.”

“I’m sorry girls.” Bonbon sighed. The brief grin faded.“I don’t think Scootaloo will be coming out today.”

The two fillies were visibly crushed. “Why not?” Applebloom looked up, doing a very good attempt at Sweetie Belle’s adorable, heart-breaking, puppydog eyes. Bonbon had to avoid looking at her to stop her melting into ‘Awwwwwwww’s’

“Scootaloo is very upset right now. After her fight with another of your class mates.”

“Diamond Tiara?” Sweetie Belle tilted her head slightly, confusion dancing over her features. “Scootaloo’s upset because Diamond Tiara made fun of her family?”

“Diamond Tiara’s poked fun at us over all kinda stuff. Scoot’s has always wanted to spend time with us.” Applebloom pointed out. “We like trying to plan revenge. Cutie Mark Crusaders stick together.”

“Today is different.” Bonbon sighed. The closeness of the friends was touching to her. She wished she’d had friends like those two fillies when she was Scootaloo’s age. “You see...well I suppose it’ll be all right to tell you. You’re her best friends so I’m sure you’ll hear about it sooner or later. Scootaloo is adopted.”

“Well duh!” Applebloom rolled her adorably huge eyes. “Everypony knows that.”

“Scootaloo didn’t.” Bonbon said flatly. “Until today.”

Applebloom and Sweetie Belle stared, dumbfounded. Surely Scootaloo knew. How could she not? Both Applebloom and Sweetie Belle knew within seconds of meeting the two mares Scoot’s called mother. They had never brought it up because it hadn’t been any kind of big deal. So Scootaloo had two mares for parents, Sweetie Belle spent almost all her time with her sister because her parents were travelling so often and Applebloom had been too young to even know her parents when they’d passed away. Her sister, brother and Granny were her family. Family was what you made, not just what you were given.
“Wow.” Applebloom didn’t know what else to say. “That must...be hard on her.”

Bonbon simply nodded. “She’s shut herself up in her room. She won’t talk to either of us.” A spark of hope rose on her face. “You’re her best friends, perhaps she’ll talk to you. She was so upset, I’m sure it would comfort her to see her friends.” She stepped back to let the two young fillies inside.

...***...

Applebloom and Sweetie Belle poked their heads into Scootaloo’s room. The place was light and airy. It was situated right over the candy store so it always had the scent of sweet treats lingering in the air. Scootaloo had a big and extremely fluffy bed against the far wall, the closest thing to a cloud Lyra and Bonbon could find. School books and half finished homework was scattered around the floor, Scootaloo’s favourite scooter and helmet leaned against the wall just under the window, her Cutie Mark Crusader cloak had pride of place on a hook over the bed and every wall held several pictures hung in frames. There were a couple of Rainbow Dash, many of Scootaloo at various ages with Lyra, Bonbon, or both, all grouped together and several recent additions of Scootaloo with Applebloom and Sweetie Belle.

Scootaloo was sitting on her bed, one framed photo was clutched in her hooves. As Applebloom and Sweetie Belle drew closer they saw it was a picture of a much younger Lyra and Bonbon, standing in front of the building that was their home. Lyra was doing her famous trick of balancing on two hooves. A foal Scootaloo, who couldn’t have been more than a month old at the time, was balancing on Lyra’s head, Lyra held her gently in her front hooves. A tiny scrap of paper was stuck to the bottom of the photo New Home, New Family written upon it in the delicate and tidy script Lyra usually reserved for writing music.

“Scoots?” Sweetie spoke. Scootaloo flinched, snapped out of her deep thought by the voice of her young friend. The orange filly tried to put on a brave smile, wiping at her eyes with her foreleg. She’d been crying heavily, her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, tears matted the hair of her coat together in streaks running down her face.

“Hi guys.” Her voice cracked. She cleared her throat, hoping it would fool them, already knowing inside that it wouldn’t. “What’s hap'nin?” She placed the picture behind her back, trying to hide it.

Applebloom and Sweetie Belle jumped up onto the fluffy bed. “We heard you found out you was adopted.” Applebloom put a hoof on her friends shoulder in sympathy. Scootaloo tried to shrug it off. Behind her Sweetie had grabbed the picture. She’d glanced at the photo several times on previous visits but this was the first time she’d looked at it in detail. If Scootaloo was a newborn foal then the picture had been taken a little under nine years ago.

“So?” Scootaloo’s fake smile widened to creepy proportions. “Hey, lot’s of ponies are adopted.” They knew this voice, it was Scootaloo’s ‘I’m trying to act cool and casual even though this is really bothering me.’ voice. “What does it matter to me? So I don’t have a real family?” She shrugged off Applebloom and jumped to the floor. “It doesn’t matter that that my whole life has been a lie where I got two mares playing Momma to the little abandoned orphan.” She paced back and force, stomping her hooves heavily as she walked. “What do I care that my real mom didn’t want me? Huh? It doesn’t matter. I got along great without her!”

“Yeah.” Applebloom and Sweetie Belle agreed. They sat on the edge of the bed, watching their friend with growing concern.

“Who needs parents?” Scootaloo growled. With every sentence her voice grew angrier and louder. “My mom wasn’t there to teach me how to ride my scooter, but I learned how. And I’m pretty damn good at it ain’t I?”

“The best.” Sweetie Belle squeaked. Applebloom nodded vigorously.

“Damn Right!” Scootaloo snorted. “First steps. First words. First day of school. I didn’t need her for any of that. If she didn’t want me that’s her loss. She lost out on the chance to raise one hay of a filly!” Her wings flapped furiously, raising her off the ground several inches. “To Tartarus with all of them! I got through my whole life without any real parents. I’m gonna get through school without any real parents, I’m gonna learn how to fly without ‘em! I’m gonna earn my cutie mark and it’s gonna be AWESOME and I’m gonna do it without any help from ANYPONY!”

She fell back to the floor with a heavy THUMP. Her small wings lay limply against her back. Her head flopped forward, covering her face with her purple fringe. Her whole body shook and trembled. Sweetie Belle and Applebloom stared, silent and scared, as they saw a tear fall off the end of Scootaloo’s nose and splash on the wooden floor.

Scootaloo sobbed and sniffed deeply. Her head inched upwards to stare at her two best friends. “Why didn’t she want me?”

Sweetie and Applebloom jumped off the bed. Racing to their friend they wrapped their hooves around her in a tight three way hug. As against hugs as Scootaloo was, she didn’t have the energy within her to resist this time. All three fillies had tears in their eyes. They sobbed silently together, holding each other for the comfort.

Author's Notes:

So yeah, as we haven't seen Scootaloo's parents in the series yet I thought 'Why not Lyra and Bonbon?' It just seemed amusing. The little Pegasus filly with one of the fan's favourite background pony couple.

Okay, not a very funny chapter. More of the comedy will come in later chapters, during the misadventures of the CMC.