Cutie Mark Crusaders: Adventure Awaits!

Cutie Mark Crusaders – Adventures Await!

Prologue

     A cool breeze swept the tree-house’s curtains as the morning dawn shone across Ponyville. The omnipotent orange sun began to rise – Princess Celestia’s magic lifted the wonderful sight from its sleep, replacing the moon for another day. A cockerel screamed out across the orchard to raise its occupants from their deep sleeps. The first to wake was a yellow Earth pony, with a rough, red mane that accompanied her. The pony yawned out, stretching her arm muscles to receive another beautiful day in Equestria. Another cute equine woke with her: a white coated filly with a smooth purple and pink mane woke herself from her rest to see the day. One more pony was with them: a bright orange Pegasus with purple as her mane – still snoring asleep in her dreams, occasionally mumbling the words: ‘I want to be twenty percent cooler, as well!’ The two fillies turned to face each other; the curtains swaying gently from the dawn breeze. They both opened their mouths, propping out their varied catchphrase: ‘Cutie Mark Crusaders Lazy Snoozers’ before lazily returning to bed.

    ‘Raise an’ shine, y’all!’ shouted an orange mare, her famous leather hat swaying back from her face as she burst into the tree-house. All three fillies propped up from their sleeping bags, startled. They all turned to the intruding pony before bursting out humorously at themselves, all three of them turned to their backs and continued to violently giggle in unison; the forth pony reached up to her hat with her hoof before placing it over her face in embarrassment.

‘Applejack, you nearly scared me!’ the white unicorn had said, first to recover from the trio’s laughing fit.

‘You didn’t scare me, nope!’ the orange filly added, eventually raising herself to her hooves from her hysterical giggles.

‘Sis, ya better knock next time!’ the yellow pony had concluded – her accent was really similar to the mare’s.

     The mare, Applejack, sighs to herself. After a short while, she returned her hat back onto her head before pointing her hoof out the door towards the sunshine. The magnificent sun was at its full peak, raised high above the sky and lighting Ponyville and the rest of Equestria with its beautiful shine.

‘Applebloom, ya are late for our little hike ‘cross country. Ya know how important this is for ta Apple family! Oh, d’y’all wanna join in?’ Applejack had replied, ignoring all three previous comments.

     The three answered the question in union, coming up with the same conclusion:

‘Yeah, Cutie Mark Crusaders Hikers!’

***

     All three fillies were equipped with light, khaki saddle bags across their flank, filled with essentials that suited their personality for their long adventure. They were impatient and had begun stamping their hooves, waiting for Applejack and around half of the Apple family to ready themselves for the trip ahead. According to the map: the hike would be across the outskirts of Ponyville to the town of Appleloosa; the trip will result in nearly a week‘s worth of trotting. The trio, also known as the Cutie Mark Crusaders, had packed individual items for the trip: The unicorn, Sweetie Belle, had packed up her cosmetic items (which will not help at all), a fancy sleeping bag, water poured into crystalline bottles and spare CMC uniforms for the three. The yellow Earth pony, Applebloom, had packed more practical items – readying herself with long-lasting consumables and water canteens as well. The final, a Pegasus named Scootaloo, had got herself: a sleeping bag, a plush doll of a certain mare with a rainbow mane, a multi-purpose tool and her trusty scooter.

The Cutie Mark Crusaders were ready to go on another adventure!

***

     The Cutie Mark Crusaders were trotting down the lane leading to the exit of forests on the outskirts of Ponyville. All three of them were joyfully happy playing around and gossiping as they followed the covered caravan of their Apple companions’, at the rear. Sweetie Belle began to pick sweet scented flowers from the sides of the lanes, while both Applebloom and Scootaloo engaged in a play fight with each other – arguing on the subject of if Rainbow Dash or Applejack was the best athlete (Twilight Sparkle wins.)

‘I told ya! Dat Rainbow Dash done cheating with her wings!’ Applebloom had argued, waving a hoof across the orange filly’s

face.

‘As if! She won that ‘Iron Pony’ competition fair and square!’ Scootaloo had challenged, while forcing her opponent’s hoof down from her face.

     After a long, heated disagreement they eventually burst out in giggles at each other and had made up like little foals. Sweetie Belle had begun a soothing song to calm the journeying ponies ahead - most of the ponies had begun to sway their heads to this melody – even the trees had began swaying their branches with the song. A piercing whistle could be heard, deep in the forest, and all of the Apples with Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had dropped onto the group in fear. They soon raised themselves up and continued with caution; the whistle definitely wasn’t a natural one.

     The Cutie Mark Crusaders reunited and raced towards the front of the pack: there they perceived Big Macintosh and Braeburn leading the front of the hike. Both of the stallions returned a warm-hearted smile towards the three fillies before turning back to themselves and initiating an awkward conversation with each other - An exchange of long, accent-filled, sentences and the reply of ‘Eyups’ were hilarious and comical.

***

     Nothing eventful occurred after that, the Apple family and friends had continued to march down the pathway; all drawn to their own conversations. The group finally managed to reach their first clearing for the week, drawing up their tents for the night. The power of Princess Luna had already begun to take shape; the sun setting in the distance and the moon revealing itself for the night – the pinkish, orange sky was a beautiful sight for everypony to admire. The CMCs had shared a tent together, they all seemed quite happy about that. The night began to settle. After the times of Apples singing country songs, dancing country dances and telling country stories they all retired back to their tents.

‘Cutie Mark Crusaders Ghost Story Tellers!’ the CMCs all yelled in a quiet manner. Scootaloo squealed.

     Applebloom straightened herself in her sleeping bag, before shining a torch onto her face and creating an effect focused on her muzzle.

‘Ah’ll start first. Here’s a story ‘bout Pinkie’s cupcakes-’

‘Uh… I think we should just all go to sleep!’ Scootaloo interrupted, already half-way crept under her sleeping bag.

‘Really? Ain’t ya a scaredy-cat!’ Applebloom had replied, bursting out with a small wave of giggles.

‘I’m no scaredy-cat! Go on, tell the story… Wait, buck…’

‘Alright, so Ah were sayin’ ‘fore y’all interrupted… One shinin’ day in Ponyville-’

*BOOM*

     All three Crusaders jumped in fright, startled by the sudden noise made outside. Scootaloo’s reaction was to grab the plush she acquired for the trip, Applebloom had grabbed onto a hammer hidden in her saddle bags and Sweetie Belle crept under her sleeping bag in fright.

‘Wh-What was that?’ Scootaloo had asked, still grasping tightly on her protective toy.

‘Ah- Ah ‘ave no idea!’ the Earth Pony had replied, still biting down hard on her hammer for protection as well, ‘D’y’all wanna investigate?’

     Awkward blinks were exchanged by both the other fillies, silence filled the tent. Relief was finally swept and they returned back to their sleeping positions. They had noticed that no other pony left their tents to investigate, not even the adult ponies.

     They stared at each other once more, before whispering ‘Cutie Mark Crusaders Night Detectives!’

     The curiosity of three little fillies and the combination of their desperate search for their Cutie Marks had convinced the trio to go out to investigate the loud boom. No other ponies had been awoken by the loud noise, only the CMCs were affected. The investigation team was led by Applebloom, a hammer in the muzzle for defensive purposes, while in charge of lighting was Scootaloo – a torch had been clamped between her teeth and, finally, Sweetie Belle had taken the rear with another torch to illuminate the dark atmosphere of the deep forests; all three Cutie Mark Crusaders had their saddle bags equipped.

     Applebloom had managed to seek their way by her mysterious ability to interpret anything. She led the other two, after around ten minutes of trotting, to a moderate caravan in the middle of the forest. The caravan was a plain, clean, white and modern locomotive: The caravan was pretty plain, excluding the blacked-out windows and the royal Canterlot seal imprinted

onto the vehicle. They began to turn, before…

‘A-WHOOOOO!’

     All three fillies screamed in fright and they ran into the caravan, shoving the entire door open and faceplanting onto the clean carpets infront. Timberwolves. They recovered immediately and shut the door behind them. The vehicle's interior had bright lighting and the caravan seemed to be filled with mechanical materials, scientific-subjected items and written works. They stared in awe, confused and afraid were their reactions; they had no conclusion on this mysterious home. They turned to themselves and exchanged awkward blinks and gestures, all too afraid to reveal themselves with speech. A flush was heard from the lavatory compartment of the Canterlot-owned ‘building’. A grey unicorn, utilizing a pair of green spectacles, had appeared. His expression was grim and wasn’t the most friendly type of pony around. He was wearing a strangely, outdated, cap and even more peculiar clothing.

‘What are you doing here?’

-TO BE CONTINUED-