Interval-01: TRANSLATION (prologue)

R.E.A.R.

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“Okay, Crusaders! We need to come up with a new plan!” A slam was heard against a table, echoing throughout the treehouse. The Pegasus filly stated the obvious... again. Complete silence reigned afterwards, but for only a few seconds as two friends thought for that time.

“Cutie Mark, uhm...pole dancers?” A fellow filly suggested, no matter how excruciatingly awful the idea was. The other two members at the scene were both confused, yet disgusted.

“Why would bring that up? I thought we wouldn't ever mention that again...”

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AppleBloom, SweetieBelle, and the leader of their world renowned group ‘The Cutie Mark Crusaders’ had spent days; even weeks, trying to figure out their next plans for getting their endlessly desired Cutie Marks. Scootaloo herself was the most adamant about this fact, denying its truth as she knew that there was always something out there to try. She knew that they had to do something; as their reputation was on the line at all times.

See, whenever anypony needed any kind of help, or anything needed to be done regarding an attempt to earn their Marks, they would be called to the scene. But, over time, and what a time it was for them (two weeks), their inspiration began to die as they were never shown any signs of enjoying any task they have brought upon themselves to take.

Even SweetieBelle grew tired as she continued to pursue her hidden interest...of all things, *pole dancing... But hey, she was convinced that it was her talent, and her fellow Crusaders had agreed, from that moment on, to just accept her way of thinking, and move on.*

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“Maybe I just have to make somepony fall head over hooves for me, maybe then I’ll get it!” SweetieBelle excitedly squealed.

“But ‘Se2’...” AppleBloom used Sweetie’s nickname. It was given to her considering the first letter in her name, as well as both parts of it containing two of the same letter. “Yer makin’ us look bad when ya do that. And everyone knows you’re a part of our group.”

“Well, there probably are a lot more possibilities in the same field...” pondered the Unicorn.

“Whoa whoa, hold on there, missy! You have to stop thinking like that!” Scootaloo walked up to SweetieBelle and gave her a rough nudge. “Stop talking about that, you're driving me nuts!”

“Hehe...”

“Crap,” Scootaloo replied to the perverted giggle. “Here she goes again.”

SweetieBelle, over time, has changed drastically. She was no longer the sweet, innocent unicorn that dreamed of being a ‘fabulous’ dress designer like her older sister. And once Fluttershy told the entire group about where baby fillies and baby colts came from, she was the only one out of the three who was completely fascinated with the disgusting truth.

She had grown to accept that truth, but now, not an hour goes by when she isn't sexually stable.

“I’m gonna drive these nuts in your face, Scootaloo,” joked Sweetie with her raised voice.

“Guys! Stop it! Everypony can hear us...”

Scootaloo did not respond to Sweetie as she expected herself to. “Well, maybe, maybe after we get our ass marks, then I’ll mingle with you as celebration.”

“Guys, please!" AppleBloom cried out to them. She would never get in between those two when they had entered a conflict, and she knew that’s where Scootaloo was going with her response. AppleBloom had also changed after she heard the same story that Sweetie did, though not as badly as her friend.

After the incident, AppleBloom dove into the world of sex by adopting Twilight Sparkle, a Unicorn with unmatched magical talent, as her new big sister, after her blood sister AppleJack suddenly disappeared one random day, and never came back.

She would ask Twilight if she could spend a few nights with her on a constant schedule. The real reason why AppleBloom knew she would agree was because the filly had a crush on Twilight’s assistant, Spike.

When night fell, and the two residents were asleep, she would sneak down to the library portion of the home and start reading mature stories and tales about the subject, which was—quite bluntly—sex. And it was for no horrid cause other than to give in to the curiosity she had for the matter. Nothing else.

“What?!” squealed Sweetie. “Seriously??”

“Yeah, I’d tap that ass again after all this time we've been together.”

“Hey, maybe we can get 'AB' in it, too!”

“Uhh, Se2. I don’t do three ways.”

“Then I’m stumped!”

AppleBloom couldn't take it anymore and proceeded to slam the windows shut. However, she could not do as such planned when she saw an unexpected crowd outside. She scanned the situation, then immediately—and pointlessly—called for her friends. Yet, as expected, no response was given; Scootaloo kept on flirting with her friend.

Scootaloo seemed to disregard the apparent traumatization that SweetieBelle and AppleBloom had gone through. She kept it in mind however, but she didn't show any signs of interest to anypony. As such, she became dramatically more mature than she previously was.

But Scootaloo had her own little secret upon learning the truth. She learned how to...pleasure herself, all by herself, too. One day, she went missing for an entire day, and SweetieBelle just happened to find her in their treehouse one night, masturbating, in what she thought was total secrecy She couldn't describe how embarrassed she was, but SweetieBelle understood her, as she shared the same interest.

That night was magical for those two young fillies...

However, unlike SweetieBelle, Scootaloo didn't obsess over the experience. Sure, it was the best night of her life thus far, but she chose not to talk about her knowledge about the subject.

Utterly frustrated, AppleBloom resisted the urge to swear, considering her nature. “S.O.2!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, managing to draw attention from her sometimes stubborn friends. She soon recovered and calmed down. “Get over here, guys!”

“AppleBloom...?” A member of the audience requested the return of her attention, and it was surely given. AppleBloom had a bad feeling about this gathering.

There actually weren't as many members as when she first saw the group. AppleBloom instantly recognized Mr. and Mrs. Cake from the background of the already scarce ponies. It looked like Mr. Cake was crying while his wife comforted him.

AppleBloom’s friends finally came to her side, also scanning the audience.

“Yeah?” She turned toward the pony below the windowsill, all the way down to the ground. “What’s up?”

“You are, doofus.” Scootaloo roughly rubbed her hoof on AppleBloom’s head, messing up her mane’s appearance. “The Cakes' are over there.”

AppleBloom listened to Scootaloo--something that she didn't often do--and it turns out she was right. There was nopony seen directly from her downward vision. She shook her head and focused on directing her vision to the far open distance. There, she saw the aforementioned couple; Mr. and Mrs. Cake.

AppleBloom...

The Apple filly responded, but not before her head started to ache. “Who's asking?”

“Come down here, please...” hesitatingly answered the wife.

Scootaloo was the first of the group to head outside, dragging SweetieBelle along with her. Sweetie was still fantasizing over the thought of Scootaloo ‘pleasing’ her. AppleBloom soon followed them as she rubbed her head in both confusion, and in pain.

However, though AppleBloom was the last one in line to leave the treehouse, she was the first one to meet the Cakes', as she was the target of their attention. She was followed by SweetieBelle, who was, in turn, dragging Scootaloo behind her. She had grown bored of Sweetie’s ranting about how much she would love to meet her dream pony, whether it be colt or filly.

“AppleBloom...” Mrs, Cake repeated as her husband's cries started in increase, anticipating what she was about to say. The filly finally reached her and stood still and silent a few seconds, waiting for another response from the adult.

“Come with us,” she sadly requested of the young filly. She still had much to learn about what the Cakes were about to tell her... “We’ll tell you on the way. We’re going to the park, but not to play..."

"Not to play," repeated Mr. Cake. "No..." Tears streamed down the wife's as well, much stronger than before.

Scootaloo broke free from SweetieBelle’s surprising grasp. “AppleBloom, what’s up?” she asked.

“Ah...ah don't know.” She was soon guided away by Mrs. Cake, who stayed silent as she comforted her husband even more considering its need. Her friends just watched as she walked away with the adults. They didn't know whether they should be concerned or scared, or anything like that. Even SweetieBelle put on her serious face upon seeing the dire question in AppleBloom’s face as she turned away for just a second.

But clearly, something serious happened if Scootaloo, the group’s leader receiver a bone paralyzing chill in her wings at the time...

Something...deathly serious.