Three young fillies learned the uselessness of cutiemarks and decide to say "F*** You!" to the government. This is their Story
Chapter 1. Forget Your Marks!
The sun was bright and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. Ponies were wandering around doing their common everyday thing and the Tree-House of the Cutiemark Crusaders was filled with said crusaders, there was a meeting being held.
Applebloom looked down upon the two other fillies, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, who were waiting for her to speak as if she was Ms. Cheerilee. "I have gathered us here today for one reason. I've realized something today. And its about our Cutiemarks." She said proudly thinking of herself like a leader standing in front of a huge stadium with ponies lining every wall and cheering.
"Oo! Oo!" Sweetie Belle was quick to answer. "Is it another idea to get our cutiemarks?"
"Oh! we could try competitive cupcake eating!" "or fighting a mummy!" "Or bungee jumping of cliffs!" "Or climbing the neighful tower!" "Or bear wrestling!" "or discovering things that don't exist!" "or riding a shark attached to a ton of dynamite into an active volcano!" "Or giving a monkey a shower!" Or joining the wonderbo-"
"ENOUGH!" Applebloom screaming silencing both Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo at the same time.
"I'm sick and I'm tired of trying all these cockamamie ideas to get this stupid cutiemark! As a matter of fact! why do we even need that accursed thing?" Applebloom had started on one of her crazy tangents.
"Society would have us believe that something as trivial as a picture upon our flank be the definition of our very purpose of existance. It would allow merciless ostracization of the offending party until they bow to the tyrannical regime and accept one measly task as the only function in life they are allowed to pursue!"
Such vocabulary. She must have really liked that Word-A-Day calender I got her. Sweetie Belle thought to herself as Applebloom continued her tangent.
"Should we continue to blindly search for the marks that represent our very own shackles of slavery to the conformist ideal? NO! We shall instead unthrone this corrupt system that would demand every filly to be branded with a tattoo signifying a life of drudgery and turmoil! We shall unite out brethren in order to overthrow the mindless herd who are content with being stamped with that dreadful symbol of oppression: the cutie mark!" Applebloom had had enough of this stupidity and was going to stop and no end until the world was finally done with this stupid Cutiemark idea.
"This dangerous plan of danger pleases me." Scootaloo added.
:For long enough, the world has refused to give us a cutie mark. And for that, from now on, we shall be the ones giving the world a mark. One of our very own. one that will tear down the hegemony once and for all. So girls... Are you with me?"
"Anarchy cutie mark, here I come." Was uttered by Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle at the same time, the former holding a pitch fork and the latter carrying a lit torch.
"Now then. Let's go paint the town RED." Applebloom was giving a face of true evil and the other two fillies followed suit.
The cutiemark crusaders, After a name change, emerged from the tree house as 'The Cutiemark Destroyers'. Not a very good name, but no pony questioned the three little fillies. "These capes that cover our flanks no longer are for hiding our blank flanks, but for showing that nopony has to conform to the same stupid chains that a cutiemark ties them to." Applebloom was standing ahead of the group talking back to the other two fillies following behind her. They trotted into the streets of Ponyville picking up all the colts and fillies without their marks.
Applebloom stopped as they all reached the fountain they started at. She counted to see four new members. "This is not nearly enough ponies for an army. We need to think bigger." Applebloom stated to the group.
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Applebloom walked proudly down the sidewalk of Manehattan, being trailed by more than 100 little colts and fillies all brandishing weapons they found. Seemingly from nowhere the little group of three fillies said to be playing around in the streets of ponyville had became an army of colts and fillies armed to the teeth ready for battle.
Meanwhile in canterlot castle: "Its gotten worse. The CMD terrorist group has escalated from petty vandalism to violence. Attacking ponies in order to rip of their cutie marks. Their numbers are increasing as well. As a result of SOMEONE putting the idea in their heads that cutiemarks are evil things meant to enslave them." Celestia sat upon her throne absolutely livid at the news.
"How could three ponies start such an evil group that is taking down whole cities?" Celestia didn't even begin to understand how terrible the situation had became, or why it had become a situation in the first place.
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The army of fillies and colts walked slowly up the streets of Canterlot. All the ponies hiding and cowering in their houses afraid of the destructive power of hundreds of thousands of small ponies with torches and pitchforks. They all stopped at Pony Joe's place for some food on the way to the castle.
The castle doors opened with a crash as the army of ponies stormed into the castle. The guards raised their weapons to stop the ponies from passing by, afraid they may hurt them, despite the fact that they had weapons bigger than theirs. The ponies all stopped right in front of the weapons blocking their way. several of the bigger ponies walked up to the guards and bit the wooden handles of the weapons they guards were holding, snapping the wooden handle in half. The tips of the weapons fell to the floor, useless, the ponies continued the march into the throne room.
The doors to the throne room slammed open to greet the princesses were several hundred ponies with weapons aimed to kill.
"What brings you ponies to my throne room? why are you carrying all those sharp objects?" Celestia's voice showed doubt and fear, not of her dying, but of her hurting the small fillies and colts who clearly didn't understand what they got themselves into.
Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo walked to the front of the throne right next to Celestia. "We have fought your stupid system trying to get cutiemarks for far to long now. We have all decided that the only way to remove this system was to remove the founder and leader of it. Which is you. Surrender now or be taken prisoner." Applebloom shoved a pitchfork up to Celestia's face.
"I don't understand My Little Ponies. why does this system bother you? And why have you thought to try to overthrow me?" Celestia didn't dare hurt any of the little ponies, it would leave a bad mark on her reputation.
Applebloom fell to the floor. almost dead, yet still breathing. A dark green, almost black, figure stood out from the group, one for being two times larger than all the little ponies and two for being the only Alicorn of the group.
"You've been fooled for life Celestia. You may of banished me but I returned. And i brought my changelings along with me. The elements wont be able to stop me now!" All the little ponies carrying weapons turned into changelings right in front of Celestia's eyes.
Celestia had been captured, and once again, Luna was not there to help.
The throne had been occupied by Celestia but now chrysalis sat upon it.
"So... I won?"