Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle and Applebloom were both deeply immersed in yet another debate on what else they could possibly attempt to attain the cutie mark. Of course, at this point they were running out of ideas and ponies to ask.

Rainbow Dash was nowhere to be found and nopony seemed to know where she had gotten to.

Applejack on the other hoof was too busy to offer her help, despite already providing the Crusaders a myriad of suggestions in the past.

Pinkie Pie kept offering the same ideas they had already done, including some more obscure and sometimes downright confusing schemes that none of the Crusaders were willing to discover exactly what it entailed. They had no idea what twerking was and did not want to find out, because it sounded quite painful.

Rarity had gone who knows where, but Sweetie Belle did happen to mention her sister had a date with a customer, so that ruled her out.

It left only Fluttershy and for whatever reason, the cottage was locked up tighter than the gates of Tartarus on the eve of a season five premier of My Little Human.

“Well, phooey! What’n tarnation are we gonna do now?” Applebloom complained, looking to Sweetie Belle since it was her idea to ask her sister and her friends in the first place.

“Don’t look at me, this was my only idea. We’ve really exhausted a lot of options.”

Scootaloo on the other hand was still knocking on the front door of Fluttershy’s cottage. “Fluttershy! Open up! We need help crusading!” She called out.

Applebloom placed a hoof on Scootaloo’s shoulder. “Scoots, Ah don’ think she’s in. Ya’ll be knockin’ on that door for ten minutes now.”

“But that makes no sense; I mean she’s always here. I mean, her animal friends practically live here with her. Where else could she be?”

Sweetie Belle lifted up a hoof. “Oh! I know! The Spa.”

“Nah,” Scootaloo shook her head, attempting to knock the door for eighth time now, “Fluttershy would never go by herself. She only ever goes with the other girls.”

Applebloom tilted a brow at Scootaloo. “An’ how do you know that, Scootaloo?”

Blinking, Scootaloo blushed heavily. “I just do!”

Sweetie Belle placed a hoof in the other hoof, determination lacing her brow. “Alright girls, we need a new plan. Any ideas?”

“Well, Ah’m kinda gettin’ a little hun—mph?!

Quickly, Scootaloo placed both her hooves against Sweetie Belle and Applejack’s muzzles, silencing them. “Wait! Did you hear that?”

“”Mphwha?” Applebloom replied, straining her ears to listen out for whatever Scootaloo was talking about.

Annoyed, Sweetie Belle removed Scootaloo’s hoof and narrowed her eyes to glance about the area. “Well? I hear nothing.”

“There! Again!” Scootaloo quickly hopped on her scooter and fluttered her wings to cause her to zip around the side of Fluttershy’s cottage. "Can't you hear that?"

The other two Crusaders protested as they followed Scootaloo, pretty adamant neither heard a thing. But it was not until they had met up with a frozen Scootaloo starring in the general direction of a particular tool shed at the back of Fluttershy’s garden did they too hear something was not quite right.

They too froze in place, eyes wide as they looked between each other.

They could hear somepony or something groaning out; and in pain no less and... something they could not quite distinguish.

It sounded like as if something dull was slapping against something wet and after each strike? Then came the throaty, almost ominous sounding groan soon after.

Sweetie Belle hid behind Applebloom, trembling. “W-what is it?”

Applebloom shook her head, attempting to place herself behind Scootaloo that was still staring out at the ominous tool shed shed.

“Ah-Ah don’ know an Ah wanna know, girls,” Applebloom whispered, as she moved to tug on Scootaloo arm, “c’mon, let’s get out of here.”

Scootaloo shook her head and looked back at them with excited eyes. “What if it is somepony or something attacking Fluttershy?!” She whispered back in excitement.

“That isn’t something to look happy about!” Sweetie Belle complained. “We should go get an adult!”

Scootaloo waved her arms about excitedly still. “Don’t you see? If we can go save Fluttershy, maybe we can get our cutie marks as Rescue Ponies! Or something.”

Applebloom frowned. “Ah don’ know… what if it’s a timberwolf, or a… somethin’ nastier?”

“We can handle it.” She indicated with a hoof, “follow my lead!” And with that, Scootaloo hopped off her scooter and threw herself to the ground, crawling on all fours with her stomach flat against the ground towards the shed and more notably, towards the window on the side of it.

Sweetie Belle whimpered to herself while Applebloom worriedly looked on, taking their time to summon up their fading courage and following their friend until they were all situated underneath the same window.

“Alright,” Scootaloo whispered over the much louder noise of moaning and something distinctively slapping against something at a much hurried pace. “Sweetie Belle, get up on Applebloom’s back, while I go on yours. I’ll try and see what it is that is going on and then we can formulate a plan of attack.”

Applebloom crossed legs in a huff. “Why have Ah got to be the bottom?”

“Because you’re a stronger earth pony.” Sweetie Belle nodded, though protested about her position in the stack. “And why do I have to be the middle? Surely an elegant pony such as I—”

Scootaloo shook her head. “I’m the lightest here and besides, my wings can kind of help with the weight.”

Sweetie Belle and Applebloom huffed, though nodded in agreement.

Just as they were about to get into position, they heard a voice.

“P-p-pleeeeeease stop, i-it huuuuuurts!”

Sweetie Belle gasped, pressing her hooves against her lips as she recognized the voice. “That’s my big sister!” She panicked, running around on the spot. “Someone is killing my big sister!” Tears crept up in her eyes, as she started to sob uncontrollably.

Applebloom grasped Sweetie Belle and shook gently, jamming a foreleg over Sweetie Bell's muzzle to muffle her cries. “Calm down! How in tarnation can you tell that its—”

“No! P-Please, Fluttershy… i-it’s too big… it’s gonna r-rip me i-in... EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

“Wait a minute, Fluttershy is killing Rarity?” By the time Scootaloo had glanced back and realized it, Sweetie Belle had long since fainted in Applebloom's arms.

“Aw horseapples!” Applebloom groaned as she shook Sweetie Belle. “C’mon! Wake up, Sweetie Belle, this ain't a time to take a nap.”

“You’re killllllllllllinggggggggg meeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Scootaloo paled. “We so need to go get an adult.”

Applebloom glanced back to Scootaloo, trying to get an unconscious Sweetie Belle on her back. “Like who?”

Scootaloo quickly pointed towards the center of town. “Who else? The Princess, of course! Come on, Applebloom, let’s get out of here before the same thing happens to us.”

“Ah’m right behind ya! Kinda… go a bit slow, Sweetie is a little heavy… an’ don' tell her I said tha’ when she wakes up.”

Author's Note

As usual, I just don't even know.

On the flip side I wrote this because I hadn't posted in a while since I am PAINSTAKINGLY working on that clop scene. In the mean time, I hope the CMC's perspective of it offers an interlude of comedic, random, just because I fucking felt like it value.

Oh, title... references much? Yeah. Much.

Like, hate, flame, burn me to death that this is not the clop scene you were looking for with Rarity and Fluttershy... well sue me! I'm on holidays and you will get it next time. Until then, keep some tissues handy...

Or hoofy.