Dem_Apple_Bottom_Crusaders

It was another fine day at Sweet Apple Acres. The fields of apple trees lay wake in the fine summers day. The wind calmly swept across the tree tops, making their branches sway to the direction of the wind. The leaves that were left on the ground moved with the wind as it blew them across the orchard. The leaves eventually stopped at a path, which led further into the property.

This path is where a certain group of fillies were following. This was the trail to the clubhouse of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, a club made solely to help ponies earn their cutie marks. The only members of the group were three fillies by the names of Scootaloo, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle. The three fillies band together in search of their destinies. Unfortunately for them, today was another failure at achieving their cutie marks and they were irritated at the results.

“Scootaloo, why didn’t you help me hoist the planks up to Sweetie Belle?”

“Well it’s not my fault that the place we were building our makeshift house on was sand!” Scootaloo shouted, waving her front hooves around.

“Will you two stop your pointless debate?” Sweetie Belle asked.

The two fillies took quick glances away from each other, annoyed by the thought of the other’s mistakes.

“Well?...” Sweetie Belle asked demandingly, glaring at her two friends.

The two brought their gazes to each other and said in unison, “I’m sorry…”

        Sweetie Belle smiled with pride due to her help in solving the issue. The two frustrated fillies were now smiling at each other, happy that they stopped their feud. The three fillies progress on the dirt trail, kicking up clouds of clay as they quickly trot on. It didn’t take much longer for the three fillies to reach their destination. When their glorious clubhouse came into view, they began to slow their trot so they didn’t accidently trip on their wondrous stairway. Without hesitation, the three were now climbing the stairway leading to the door to the clubhouse. Scootaloo and Applebloom quickly share a glance before looking at Sweetie Belle, waiting for her to do her magic. Sweetie Belle saw her friends’ glares and let out a sigh as she uses her hoof to push open the door.

    “Why didn’t you use your magic?” Scootaloo asks in confusion.

    “Too lazy,” Sweetie Belle answered in a calm tone. “‘Magic’ isn’t needed all the time.”

    “Then how did the door open?” Scootaloo asked.

    “Uh,” Hesitating a bit, Sweetie Belle turns to Applebloom and asks, “Did you forget to lock the clubhouse again?”

    Applebloom shrugs and replies with, “Probably.”

    The three fillies gazes stared each other down with blank expressions, wondering who was going to fess up to leaving the door unlocked. After several minutes of staring, the three look away from each other. With rapid succession the three snapped back to each other and said in unison, “I win!”

    The three fillies countenances shift from happiness to intense death glares.

Applebloom began the debacle with a sudden shout of, “I won it first!”

“No I did!” Scootaloo yelled.

    “We all won girls!” Sweetie Belle shouted, ending the crazed rampage before it could even start.

    The sudden realization came over the two feuding fillies, causing Scootaloo to become absolutely frustrated. “Why do we always do this Applebloom?” She asked with an irritated tone.

    “Because it’s fun?” Applebloom replied, unsure about her response.

    Sweetie Belle took a few moments to glance at the two fillies before she began her giggling spree. This set off the other two in a fit of giggles and laughs. After a few moments of laughter, the three girls began to calm down, and enter their humble headquarters. Without turning their heads towards the door, the three fillies huddle up together in the left corner of the room next to their planning desk. On this desk was a map, which contained all the locations the fillies have ventured.

For Scootaloo, this was an important matter to look over. This became an important matter because Rainbow Dash had taught her how to navigate and use them. Rainbow didn’t really use them often, because she didn’t like to read boring map displays, however; she told Scootaloo that if somepony wanted to learn how to navigate, then they may have to look at a map. Scootaloo knew that Rainbow Dash hated admitting this, but she was glad that she did. This benefitted the group immensely. Before this, the Cutie Mark Crusaders would get lost easily within the forest. Now with the map in hoof, they knew where they were going, making it next to impossible to get lost.

While the group looked over the map, Scootaloo began to hear noises come from the other side of the room.

“Did you girls hear that?” Scootaloo asked out of no where

Her two friends look over at her in confusion.

As if they read each other’s mind, the two say in unison, “What do you mean?”

When they asked this, another loud moan of disgust emitted from the entrance of the clubhouse. Without much thought, Scootaloo yelps and says, “There it is again!”

The two other’s gaze quizzically at Scootaloo, wondering if she was okay. Sweetie Belle puts a hoof on her shoulder and says, “I’m sure you’re just hearing things.”

Wondering if her friend has become deaf, Scootaloo replies, “No, Sweetie Belle, I know I heard a loud noise come from the door!”

The two fillies wait for a few seconds to see if they could hear the noise that Scootaloo was talking about. After a few moments, the two fillies turn to Scootaloo and say,

“See Scootaloo, there’s no noi-”

“Why did you leave the pie out to cool Derek!?”

The sudden voice made all three fillies jump and huddle together in fear that a monster entered their midst. The voice then dies down into a low inaudible mumble. Shaking in fear, Scootaloo turns to her friends and says, “I told you so!”

The three fillies remained in the corner, fearing for the worst. A few minutes pass before the fillies realize that they weren’t in any immediate danger, allowing them to get up from their corner. The three quickly huddled together, whispering quietly so the voice couldn’t hear them.

“Who is going to go check the door?” Sweetie Belle asks.

Her two friends look at her, begging silently for her to pony up and take one for the team. Sweetie Belle glares at the two of them and says,

“I opened the door for you two, so no. It’s going to be one of you two.” Sweetie Belle uses her hoof to point to the two of them.

The two ponies look directly at each other. Out of desperation, Scootaloo cries out, “Applebloom plea-”

“Nuh uh, you’re the one hearing the crazy noises. It’s either you or we get eaten alive.” She goes closer to Scootaloo, putting a hoof on her muzzle. “So get to it!”

Without much of an option, Scootaloo groans and begins to approach the door. As she approached the moaning door, a sense of trepidation entered her system. Fear, nervousness, and the outlandish thoughts of being eaten were all on her mind. With only two hoof steps remaining, she cautiously approached the door and closed it quickly, jumping back to dodge the incoming attacker.

Fortunately for Scootaloo, this attacker was asleep with its mouth open. The creature was slouched against the wall with drool trailing down its mouth. The drool trail went past its shirtline, leading towards its blue pants. Scootaloo looked at the unknown creature and stood still. The creature looks interesting to her. While the other two members of the group observe from afar, Scootaloo began to get closer to see if she could wake it up. Being cautious, Scootaloo gently taps the creature on the leg. This causes the creature to stir and mouth out the words, “Burgers are nice mommy.”

The three fillies looked at the creature with puzzled expressions, not understanding what the creature was even referring to. Feeling brave, Scootaloo hit the creature a bit harder on the leg. This made the creature stir once more, making it shift away from Scootaloo. Now with an annoyed expression, Scootaloo approaches the creature and hoofs him in-between the legs.

The creature’s eyes shoot wide open, moaning in pain from the assault of its pride and joy. Holding its precious jewels with care, the creature cries out, “Why did I just get hit in the care package?!” The creature throws its arms in the air and shouts, “I didn’t even get a five killstreak!” Realizing that its reality and not a virtual shooter, the creature looks around the room and stops when it’s gaze lands upon the three fillies.

The two parties are now staring each other down, wondering which one will speak up first. As if it was wild west shoot out, the two parties continued their glaring contest, waiting for the other to falter. Eventually, the cutie mark crusaders falter, allowing the creature to stand up. It now towered over the three, making them huddle up together in a corner in fear of their lives. In desperation, Scootaloo shouts, “Don’t eat me!”

    This made the giant stop in its tracks and question in a puzzled tone, “Eat you?” The creature paused, bringing its arm up to its mane to show its confusion. “What do you mean?”

This causes Scootaloo to turn back to the creature and blurt out quickly,

“My friends and I thought you were going to eat us!”

“Horses aren’t part of my diet,” the giant replied, returning its arm to its side.

This made Scootaloo sigh and visibly relax, allowing her to come face to face with the towering giant. The other two ponies were still paralyzed in fear, despite its declaration. Feeling confident, Scootaloo asks, “Well, what are you exactly?”

The thing groans a bit and asks, “Did I land in another dimension without humans?”

“Hue-mins?” Scootaloo stated, confused by the foreign word.

The creature nodded and says in reply, “Heck yeah, except I’m a special kind of human.”

Scootaloo’s ears perked up at this and asks, “Really?!”

Surprised by the horse’s sudden interest in him, the creature responded proudly, “Yes, I’m a magus!”

“A what now?” The pegasus asked, raising an eyebrow at the statement.

“A magus,” The human replied. “You know, a magic wielding human.” The creature waves his arms around to show emphasis in his words.

Scootaloo eyes widened at the human, astounded that another creature could do magic. Back in school, they were taught about another species that extinct long ago that towered high and were able to use magic. The only difference between the ‘huemin’ and the towering magical creature was that it had six legs, a metal suit of armor for skin, and a sign that said, “I’m a chilly chili.”

Wait a minute that can’t be right. Facehoofing mentally at the ridiculousness of her statement, she turns her attention back to the human and inquires, “So you can use magic too?”

The human clears its throat and then proceeds to explain in the simplest way possible, “Yes, I can. I was born with it.”

Interested in this, Scootaloo replies, “So you’re like a unicorn then?”

Sporting a wide grin, the human replies, “You actually managed to make a relation between the two, I must give you cookie for that one.” The bipedal creature looks down after his statement, “If only I had one to give.”

Sweetie Belle shouts out in disappointment, “OH COME ON!”

Scootaloo immediately facehoofs at Sweetie Belle’s reply.

The human looks over in the corner, seeing a white unicorn filly emerge from its prison. The only occupant left in the corner was Applebloom, who still was fearful of the creature. Sweetie Belle cautiously meanders over to the creature, looking up at it in wonder. Still fearful, she nervously asks, “You’re not going to eat us, right?”

The human groans again and replies, “I’m not going to eat you fillies.”

This makes Applebloom perk up and quickly joins her friends in the quest to figure out what the creature is and why it was here. The large human looks at the three fillies and states, “So now you know about me a bit, why don’t I ask you a question or two?”

The three fillies nod in unison, allowing the human to ask his questions. Without hesitation, the human asks, “Who are you three and who’s clubhouse is this?”

The three fillies look at the human quizzically. The three share a quick glance amongst each other as if they were picking which pony would speak. Apparently it landed on Applebloom as she proclaimed, “This is home to the Cutie Mark Crusaders, which my friends and I are apart of.” She turns a bit towards her friends and goes down the line starting with herself. “My name is Applebloom and this is Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.” She points her hoof at Scootaloo and then puts it back on the ground.

The human looks as the three and then turns to Scootaloo saying, “So you’re the brave one of the group I presume?”

Scootaloo smirks and playful pumps out her chest in defiance saying, “Heck yeah! I’m going to become one of the best fliers one day!” She pauses for a moment, sighing and looking at the ground in despair. She continues in a sad tone, “If only I could do it…”

The human felt suddenly melancholy at the fact that she didn’t believe she could fly. The human says in a questionable tone, “But you have wings. That’s what they're used for.”

She sighs again, and responds, “I found out a few days ago that I may not be able to use them at all.” The pain of not being able to fly tugs at her heartstrings, bending them like an accordion. The thought of her wings not being fully grown invaded her mind, causing her to scrunch her nose in dismay.

The human notices the emotional contortion of the small pegasus, and apologizes for the assumption. Giving her wings another flap, she looks up to the creature. With a small smile on her face, she says, “It’s okay.” Looking away from the human for moment, she walks over to a window and looks out saying, “I’ve come to accept it.”

Not knowing if he was crossing any boundaries, he comes up beside her and pets her mane saying, “You’re strong you know that?”

Scootaloo giggles at this and answers, “Of course I am!” She turns around and points to her friends, who are currently approaching them. She says, “And so are my friends.” Her friends lunge at her, hugging each other as a group. The human looks at the display and smiles, remembering her sister was just like Scootaloo. She was strong, brave, and was always interested in everything. Also like Scootaloo, she had a deficiency holding her back from doing what she wanted, but she still continues to live her life. What a trooper that filly is.

The fillies all continue to look at the creature, waiting for him to ask more questions. “Anything else you’d like to know?”

The human pauses, scratching his chin as if he was pondering his life story. In an instant, he removes his hand from his bare chin and says, “Not anything at the moment!”

The fillies smile and ask,”Can we ask you something?”

The human nods and says, “Sure.”

Applebloom springs to the occasion, beating the rest of her friends to the question. “What’s your name?”

“First or last?”

The three of them tilt their heads and scrunch their muzzles, confused by the question.

The human sees this and facepalms. “Nevermind…” He pauses to mumble some inaudible opinions about jokes. “My name is Yannick,” He finally answered.

The three put their hooves out and say, “It’s nice to meet you Yannick.”

The human looks at the hooves and smiles, grabbing them and shaking their hooves all at once. Once this was done, they returned their hooves and hand to themselves, smiling at each other. The moment was perfect and now the cutie mark crusaders were able to meet someone that wasn’t a pony before anypon-

“APPLEBLOOM! WHERE ARE YOU!?”

...y else could see him.

“What the heck was that?” Yannick asked.

“That was my sister Applejack,” Applebloom replied. The ponies and human look at each other, still wearing the positive grins on their faces. However, these were soon wiped when they remember that detail…

“APPLEJACK?!” The three fillies scream in unison.

The three fillies enter into panic mode, pushing the human back into the corner without much direction. Puzzled by the sudden forcefulness, the human asks, “What are you three doing?”

Sweetie Belle replies, “That’s Applejack! She might try to send you away if you’re caught by her!”

Applebloom nods at this decree and continues, “Yeah! Who knows what she’ll do when she says you?”

    “So you’re saying I have to hide from her?”

    The three fillies nod. The two other fillies look at Scootaloo, waiting for her to say something. She just sighs and says, “So stay there and keep quiet okay?”

    “Loud and clear Captain.”

    The three fillies giggle at the human’s shenanigans. Yannick sighs, propping himself against the wall in a comfortable position just like he did last time. The three fillies opened the door, making sure they don’t slam it into him. Yannick smiles at the notion, thankful that they didn’t injure his precious jewels once again. Once everything was set, Applebloom looked out and yelled down at her sister, “I’m up here, Sis!”

Hearing the sound of her sister’s voice, Applejack looks up to see her standing next to the door. She hollers back up to her, “Dinner’s ready! Come back to the house and eat!”

Applebloom, looking back into the clubhouse for a brief moment, looks back at her sister and replies, “Can my friends come too?”

Applejack replies with a smile, “Of course they c-”

“ACHOOOOO!”

In a split second, the door was on its hinges, to being teleported in front of Applejack’s face. “What in tarnation?”

Applebloom used this as an opportunity to check inside to see if Yannick was okay. When she peeks inside, she sees her friends with their mouths unhinged, staring at Yannick with awe. On the other hoof, the human was sitting with a surprised expression, amazed that he teleported a door with a sneeze. Yannick looks up to see Applebloom’s confused look. He simply shrugs, “Well that was new.”

“Applebloom! What in the hay did you do?!”

Hearing the annoyed voice of her sister, Applebloom turns to her and replies,

“I didn’t do nothin’!”

“Then what did?”

Applebloom turns her attention back to Yannick, who is still sitting in the corner and staring at the once-standing door that was in front him. Applebloom whispers to him, “Yannick.”

The human looks at Applebloom. “What?”

“What should we do?”

Sweetie Belle waves her hoof around and says, “Say that it was me trying to do my ‘magic’!”

Scootaloo looks at Sweetie Belle when she says this. “But you can’t do magic, remember?”

Sweetie Belle sighs and looks at the ground, pawing in embarrassment. “Yeah, I forgot about that…”

“Well?!” A shout sounds from outside the treehouse.

Yannick looks at Applebloom. “I guess I’ll have to take the risk.”

The three crusaders nod, knowing that there wasn’t any other options to chose from at the moment. Yannick sighs, gets up from his cozy corner, and peaks his head out from inside the clubhouse. Seeing the blonde-maned, orange-colored cowpony, he opens his mouth wide for her to see and says, “Hello my wonderful talking horse companion! I was simply chatting with yo-”

“WHAT IN TARNATION ARE YOU!?” Applejack said, her mouth agape.

Moving a bit from his position, he emerges from his hiding place and into the light, allowing her see his form. “Uh, I’m a big, walking, magical being who was sent here to free you from your appl-”

“What?”

The human sighs in disappointment. “I’m a human.”

“A hue-min?”

Scootaloo peeks her head out from the clubhouse, gazes down at AppleJack, and chuckles. “I said the same thing.”

Applebloom facehoofs and groans, remembering Scootaloo’s reaction to the word. Applejack glances up at Scootaloo in confusion before turning her attention back to Yannick. “Listen here hue-min!” Applejack announces, coming closer to the clubhouse. “I don’t know who you are, what you are, or why you’re here, but I don’t want you fiddling with my sister and her friends ya’ hear?”

Yannick keeps his gaze on her as she continues her approach to the stairs. “What do you mean by fiddling?”

Applebloom sighs, “He’s not a foal-fiddler sis!”

“WHAT?” Yannick shouts, finally connecting the dots. “I am not a pedophile! My morals do not agree with such a thing.” He finishes as he puts his right hand over his heart whilst raising the other up to his shoulder.

Sighing in relief, Applejack comes up the magnificent stairway to see the three fillies in their clubhouse. Seeing that they’re safe, she turns her attention to Yannick, giving him a look of disdain. Bringing a hoof up, she points it at the creature’s chest. “I’m keeping an eye on you.” She jabs the creature in the chest to emphasize her point.

Surprised by the pony’s gesture, he recoils, keeping his distance between him and the cowpony. “You have my utmost cooperation.”

Satisfied with the creature’s response, Applejack turns around, walking back down the staircase. “Let’s get back to the farm you three.”

Applebloom cries out, “Wait!”

Applejack snaps her gaze back to the clubhouse and looks up at her sister. “What, Applebloom?”

With her eyes watering and her bottom lip quivering, Applebloom looks down at her sister saying with a saddened tone, “He can’t come?”

Applejack sighs. “I don’t really trust him.”

Sweetie Belle emerges from the clubhouse, hopping straight onto the first stair. With a loud voice, she replies, “But hes SOOOOO nice!”

Scootaloo joins in with Sweetie Belle announcing with glee, “And fun!”

Applebloom finishes off the description, her countenance shifts to one of happiness. “And magical!”

Yannick looks at the three fillies, wondering how the hell their efforts would sway her. Turning his head to the left, he gazes down at Applebloom and whispers, “But we only talked for twenty minu-”

Applebloom snaps to him and hushes him, and kicks him the leg with a forehoof. Wincing a bit in pain, he returns his gaze back to Applejack, who was looking at the three crusaders with a puzzled expression. With a huff, Applejack glances at the ground, announcing her decision. “He can come with then…”

The three crusaders jump about in happiness, giving praise to AppleJack for bringing their human companion along for supper. The human sighs in relief. “HOWEVER!”

The three prancing crusaders stop as if frozen in mid-air by the sudden shout. The human looks back at AppleJack, curious about what she has to say.

“I doubt that Scootaloo’s parents, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity will be as flexible.”

    Sweetiebelle, and Scootaloo shiver at the mention of their caretakers, and how they would possibly react to the human.

    “So, other than my friends, are we having guests over, Applejack?” Asked Applebloom.

    Applejack thinks for a moment, and answers, “Well just a few guests.”

    “Are my parents going to be there?” Scootaloo asked nervously.

    “Nah.”

    Scootaloo wipes a few sweat drops from her head, relieved that she wouldn’t have to deal with her parents’ reactions.

    Applejack shook her head. “Just Rainbow Dash and Rarity.”

    Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle immediately stiffened at the mention of the dinner guests’ names. Remembering how everypony reacted to Zecora, the two believe that they would react same way towards Yannick. Seeing the two fillies reactions, Yannick averts his gaze towards Applejack. “Well, lead the way there partner.”

    Applejack shoots him a disapproving glare, before turning around to walk down the staircase. “Lets get a move on everypony.”

    The four followed the adult pony out of the clubhouse and onto Sweet Apple Acres, the place where the human will venture into newer territories…and hopefully not die in the process.