CMC's versus the Truancy Pony

by Glen Gorewood

Rating: everyone
Tags: Comedy, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Random, Discord, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Main 6, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 6209

What happens when the cutie mark crusaders decide to skip school in favor of searching for their cutie marks in Truancy, Rebellion, and general Mischief?

What happens when the cutie mark crusaders decide to skip school in favor of searching for their cutie marks in Truancy, Rebellion, and general Mischief?
Well the answer is an adventure full of chase scenes, hiding, assorted antics, and one really determined Truancy Pony whose sole purpose is to bring back those fillies, and make them stay after school.

Sweetie Belle, Applebloom, and Scootaloo are not exactly fond of that idea, and will try their hardest to successfully skip school.

Set before the CMC got their cutie marks, pre Alicorn Twilight Sparkle, and after Too Many Pinkies.

Published 2016-08-17 05:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2017-05-05 03:16:44 UTC

Truancy

Ponyville: Carousel Boutique

The sun shone through the window of Carousal Boutique, it's delicate rays moving slowly through the perfectly bound and styled pink curtains and down the spotless white walls beneath the antique window frame. As they continued their journey they inevitably spread out like a warm blanket over the sleeping form of a young unicorn, her white grey coat and two toned pink and purple that curled like a pelt from a wild animal. The light touched upon her face as if asking her to awaken and enjoy the day, a delicate warmth few could resist. However this young filly was perfectly capable of resisting, grabbing the closest pillow and covering her head with a light .

"Five more minutes" a voice seemed to whisper out from beneath the fashionably designed pillow.. The sun's rays continued to spread across a bed made of fine material and custom pillows alongside little teddies, and a room that looked to designed and color coded for the filly that was resisting it's efforts to wake.

As the light reached further into the room a voice from beyond the closed door sounded.
"Sweetie Belle wake up", followed a turning of the door knob and moving of the door. As the door was opened full there stood a white unicorn mare with a purple mane perfectly brushed and styled, with a set of diamonds on her flank. Her eyes focused in on the filly still trying in vain to fight off the sun's morning light, and with a smile she walks over and sits by her bed. Reaching out a hoof to gently prod the little filly awake she says "Sweetie Belle darling, you're going to be late for school."

Like magic the pillow moves to the side and a very startled filly springs up out of the bed wide awake, but with a mess of a mane.

"What? Rarity why didn't you tell me, oh no Applebloom and Scootaloo will be upset if I keep them too long!" with a blur of motion the white and pink unicorn filly flies out of bed and into the shower. Quickly cleaning herself off and forgoing her usual routine for a faster one, though still spending just the right amount of time on her mane and tail to make them look presentable. Racing to the sink she nearly sets a world record for brushing her teeth before checking once in the vanity to ensure she looks alright. In the mirror looking back at her is her face but with a less than perfectly coifed mane, slightly wild and in curly waves instead of a perfectly styled do.

"I don't have time, gotta go this will have to do" the filly mumbles to herself as she rushes out of the bathroom and runs downstairs, grabbing her saddlebags. Standing at the door is her sister Rarity holding a lunch box.

"Sweetie Belle, don't forget this and remember to eat the vegetables." She manages to get out before the filly runs by grabbing the lunch box and shouting back.

"Thank you sis, love you gotta go bye" while nearly flying out the door.

Waiting outside are two other fillies, one a yellow coated and red maned earth pony with a bow. The other is a orange Pegasus with purple hair styled in a sporty cut, her wings slightly small for her age. Sweetie Belle slows down and skids to a stop in front of them, panting and out of breathe. "AppleBloom, Scootaloo you're still here, thank goodness I thought I was late" she says in a relieved voice.

The two other fillies smile at her, the orange and purple pegasus Scootaloo smirks. "Of course we waited for you Sweetie Belle, we would never leave you behind. If one of the Cutie Mark Crusaders is late, we all are."

The yellow and red earth pony agrees "That's right, by the way Sweetie Belle have ya done something with your mane and tail?"

The white and pink filly sighs and shifts her hooves on the ground "Well actually, the truth is I didn't have time to style it properly this morning since I slept in."

Her friends share a knowing smile, "Let me guess, yesterday's Cutie Mark Crusaders Evening Painters adventure wore ya out?" Applebloom says in a knowing tone.

Sweetie Belle nods ears folded in shame "Yes and Rarity wouldn't let me go to sleep until I got all the paint out of my coat, she asked how I was able to paint the entire inside of my ears too. I think she's scared of what would of happened if we used non water based paints."

Scootaloo meanwhile has been walking around her friend eying her up and looking at her new mane style "You know" she says mischievously "You kind of look like a rebel right now, a really cool and awesome rebel filly like in the comic books Spike reads. The kind that doesn't listen to rules and skips school and.."

Then her eyes light up, as if an idea has sprung into existence, grabbing her scooter she strikes a dramatic pose hoof to her hip smiling and says "Let's be Cutie Mark Crusaders Rebels today!"

Applebloom looks at her in shock while Sweetie Belle says "But we have school today, and how would we be rebels anyway?".

Scootaloo rides her scooter around her friends smiling, a goofy grin on her face "Well rebels don't go to school, they do other cool things instead."

Applebloom raises and eyebrow intrigued "Like what?"

As Sweetie Belle just stares imagining what kind of things you do when you don't have school.

Scootaloo smiles "Whatever they want, they could eat ice cream and cakes, play games, fight crime, cause mischief, anything at all." She pauses a great idea setting into her mind "I bet they have the most awesome cutie marks, imagine it a cutie mark for being a rebel."

Applebloom and Sweetie Belle think it over then grin back "Well we havn't tried this before, so why not" says Applebloom.

Sweetie Belle grins wider "Well I do have a rebel look today and we are late anyway so what's the harm?"

The three fillies group up before shouting "Cutie Mark Crusaders Truancy Rebels Yay!". Dashing off down the road leaving Carousel Boutique behind the three fillies prepare for a day of fun, adventure, games, and no school. Or at least that is what they think.

Ponyville Schoolhouse :Miss Cheerilee's Class
Miss Cheerilee goes down the class roster calling out names to check attendance. "Diamond tiara?" Here says the rather spoiled filly in the back of the class, "Silver Spoon" here says the grey filly with silver hair and glasses next to Diamond Tiara. "Applebloom?" she asks, only to be greeted with silence. Thinking it is just a fluke she carries on "Scootaloo?" more silence, well the next filly is always here so what are the chances that "Sweetie Belle?" silence. Miss Cheerilee looks up and casts her eyes over to the area of the room where the three little fillies who call themselves the CMC normally sit. All three seats are empty, no saddlebags, no lunch boxes, in fact they look exactly like they did when she closed the school yesterday. Frowning she walks over to a phone by the back of the room, picks up the speaker, and presses a button with a pair of hoof cuffs on it.
A dial tone sounds as she waits for the call to go through, when it does she waits for the voice she dreads having to call.

"Yes Miss Cheerilee, how may I assist you?" a gruff voice on the other end of the line asks, bringing up images of anti heroes from old comic books.

The teacher pauses before saying words she dreads speaking. "Three fillies from my class didn't show up for school today, I think they may have skipped school. "

On the other side the line a chuckle is heard alongside what sounds like some sort of heavy clothing being put on and buckled. Within a minute the voice responds "You want me to bring them to school don't you?" it says amused.

Cheerilee responds "Yes, do whatever it takes, just bring AppleBloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle to school."

The sound of some metal items and a saddle bag being put on somepony comes through the phone before the voice responds "Consider it done Miss Cheerilee, nopony has ever escaped the sights of the Truancy Pony, and none ever will. I'll catch those fillies and bring them to school before days end." With that the sound of a phone clicking and hanging up resounds into the teacher's ears and she too puts the phone back on it's hook.

Sighing she glances out the windows wondering if she did the right thing. After all calling the Truancy Pony wasn't something she did lightly, she hoped the fillies didn't get in too much trouble before it caught them.

Turning back to her class she decides to continue with the lesson, she has done all she can. "Alright class open your history books to chapter ten, the crossing of the Ponysian sea",as her class obeys outside the grounds an armored pony walks down the streets. It's eyes searching for the little fillies that are now it's prey, preparing for the hunt to catch them and bring them in.

"Run run run little fillies, you won't escape" it says as it walks down the road, searching for the blissfully unaware CMC.

Author's Note

The story begins, who is this mysterious pony? Why does Cheerilee have a direct line? Will the CMC escape and evade? Find out next time!.

MLP is the property of Hasbro and creation of Lauren Faust, I claim no rights to MLP characters and setting used in this story.

Rebellion

Ponyville Main: 8:35am

The CMC race down the main road through Ponyville, giggling in glee at their decision to skip school, and feeling rather excited at having gotten away with it. Not a single one of their sisters or guardians has shown up, which hopefully won't change all day. As Applebloom turns a laundry line into a slingshot raining clothes upon the street, the other two fly under the cloth rain with expressions of determination and mischief on their faces. The yellow earth pony filly not one to be left out runs out into the twirling, floating, and falling rain of some ponies ward robe and spins around laughing.

With the assorted rain of shirts, jackets, hats, ascots, and for some reason sunglasses some end up tangled around the the three fillies bodies. Slowing to a stop Scootaloo looks over at Applebloom, who is trying to free herself from a short blue denim jacket with ripped sleeves she managed to get her left hoof through. On her head rest a pair of dark sunglasses, which completes the look.

"Hey Applebloom, stop trying to get out of that jacket." Scootaloo shouts before looking at the old military cap on her head, who exactly did these clothes belong to?

"Applebloom stares at Scootaloo with one eyebrow raised in disbelief "Now why in tarnation would ah want ta stop trying to get this here jacket off of me Scoots?"

Sweetie Belle adjusts the black buckle jacket, striped ascot, and fashionably punk sunglasses that landed on her from the rain of clothes wear.
Grinning she turns to Applebloom, still holding onto Scootaloo who is securing her hat.

"Because Applebloom, that outfit makes you look like a real rebel." She says in a sweet tone tinged with mischief.

The yellow earthpony filly stares at her friends for a few moments, taking in the change in appearance a few clothes make. Sweetie with her new look and her mane style that started all of this, looks like a born rebellious filly. Scootaloo with her old military cap and mischievous determined grin looks like some pony looking for trouble. And as for herself, Applebloom looks into a nearby puddle caused by a leaky garden hose. Adjusting the denim jacket she admires herself, these clothes make her look the part of what they are planning to be today. A rough and tumble earth pony who doesn't play by the rules.

Trotting over to her friends she gives a devious grin, that they match in kind. Lifting their hooves together they shout. "Cutie Mark Crusaders Rebels yay!"

With that the CMC strike a classic rebel pose before taking off at top speed down the main road towards sugar cube corner.

A bit later, 9 am

Sweetie Belle's wild mane flies free as she hangs onto the back of Scootaloo, her scooter pulling tight corners and completely disobeying traffic laws with wild abandon. Seeing a watermelon cart being pulled across the road by green earth pony with a lime mane, Scootaloo's smile grows wider.

"Hold on Sweetie, things might get a bit juicy." With expert skill she leans to the side causing the scooter to ride the edge of it's wheel causing it to skid under the cart startling the poor pony pulling it. Almost as if it's in slow motion the fillies see the green and lime earth pony buck in fright causing the cart to begin to flip on it's side as they exit out from under it. Righting the scooter at the last moment Scootaloo spins it in a half circle to stabilize it. Then with a kick of her hoof she takes off again, dust flying behind her on clouds as watermelons rain around her in a scene almost out of a comic book. Dodging left and right, a wildly giddy Sweetie Bell shouting encouragement from behind her, Scootaloo avoids the melon missiles that are currently laying red and green waste to the street.

Ponies all around her shout and dive for cover, one poor mare with a magenta body and purple hair yelps as a rather large melon lands right on her head. Smashing down and over the mare she blinks her eyes to find herself encased in a seedy, pulpy barrel up to her neck and a new seed coated hat. Or well she does until another melon knocks her out cold.

Another shouts out "Stop you crazy fillies, stooop!" before having to duck a well aimed water melon kicked up by one red scooter riding pair.

"Never, rebels forever, fight the power!" Scootaloo shouts in glee.

Sweetie Belle, holding on to her pegasus friend turns her head to the blueberry colored mare with a grin. Her wild rebel mane, outfit, and expression cause the mare to feel faint. "No pony can stop us dahling, nopony hehe."
She giggles at the mare as the scooter blasts past her and one large melon finally hits it's mark.

Coated in water melon pulp and juice the mare sways on her legs brain having trouble comprehending the chaotic scene around her.
"No it can't be..rebellion..ahh" andwith that she falls over in a dead fain into a pile of spent watermelon rind and pulp.

Right behind the other two fillies Applebloom sees the turned over cart and readies herself. Tensing her rear legs without slowing, as she is about to hit the cart dead center she leaps. Hooves held outward she soars over the cart right through the center of the rain of melons, with confident deviant grin on her face she shouts out to the sky.
"Yeeeeehawww"

Hair flying behind her and eyes shining through the newly found sunglasses, with her friend dodging the watermelons ahead of her, one stallion can't help but pull out his camera and capture the scene. Click after click captures each scene as the denim jacket wearing yellow earthpony lands in a flourish and a grin. Then immediately takes off with earth pony speed after her friends, who have dodged the melons from the sky and are almost to the turn to sugar cube corner. Hooves moving her left and right she weaves through the seed and pulp laden disaster zone, dodging the still falling produce with ease. Dust barely able to keep up with her pace she dodges one last particularly large water melon right in front of the flashing camera and shoots it a devious smirk.

Upon reaching the corner she strikes a pose, admiring the chaos that their stunt has caused before a slightly rumbling tummy reminds her of their goal. With one last glance in the direction of the water melon cart catastrophe, she turns and runs off to where her friends have Scootallo's scooter parked outside Sugar Cuber Corner.

"That was amazing, Ah've never had so much fun with watermelons in my life." She shouts excitedly at her friends as she skids to a stop in front of them.

Sweetie Belle adjusts her striped ascot before responding in a tone of joy "I know, and did you see their faces? That one pony was taking pictures, this was a great idea Scootaloo!"

The orange and purple pegasus leans back dramatically against her scooter adjusting her new military cap, that surprisingly escaped unscathed from the melon storm.
"It's like I told you, as rebels we get to do whatever we want. And we don't have to listen to nobody." A rumbling sound comes from her tummy, though she manages to maintain composure echoing rumbles from her friends tell her all she needs to know.

With a grin that spells trouble she turns to her friends, jumping onto her scooter she signals for her friends to walk on either side. Applebloom and Sweetie Belle comply, though the white and pink maned unicorn looks at her questioningly.

"Scootaloo, weren't we supposed to not obey anybody?" She says with an inquiring voice.

Scootaloo, tiny wings flared out wearing an expression of absolute chillness responds to her unicorn friend with a devious look in her eye.
"Just follow my lead, strike a rebel pose and walk by me, I saw this in a comic book once it's a thing rebels do."

Applebloom puts on a expression that means trouble, puffing out her chest and grabbing a piece of watermelon rind from her mane sticks it in her mouth like a toothpick.

"What exactly are we doing?"

As Sweetie Belle fixes a similar expression on her face, grin implying mischief included the three friends start moving towards the door to the massive cupcake shaped bakery.

Scootaloo, still keeping in character turns her head to one side, puffing out her chest before responding.
"It's called the Rebel Walk, now Sweetie open that door. We have some sweets to snag."

With a flash of magic Sweetie belle opens the door, and the CMC Rebels march in the door with an attitude in their steps and trouble in their eyes. The entire store goes silent as the three fillies enter, and walk in dramatic fashion towards the counter. Where a poofy pink maned pink earth pony with a massive grin stands ready to take their order.

Back by the Watermelon Cart 9:15 am

The Truancy Pony walks up to the scene of produce and pulp laden carnage. Mares and Stallions are aiding each other recover from the rain of a thousand pulp filled watermelons. Walking up to the cart owner sobbing into the wooden transport, it becomes obvious she can't help. For her only responses to shaking and taping her shoulder are cries of "My precious melons, why did they harm my perfectly ripe melons. Oh Celestia why..."

Walking around the cart it lays eyes on the true horror of the scene, as well as evidence of the perpetrators. Reaching out the Truancy Pony picks up some pulp in it's hoof from a water melon marked by scooter tracks. Rubbing it between it's hooves it brings it to it's nose and sniffs.

"Rebellion, chaos,and perfectly ripe water melons..and Truant Fillies" It's gruff voice grumbles out from it's helmet, as it's eyes analyze the scene. Seeing every single turn and leap it charts the path the three truant fillies took. Walking forward, hoof steps making a heavy metallic bang each time they hit the ground it grins behind the mask, a grim expression promising pain. Walking past a stallion fumbling with a camera it stops turning it's head, it grumbles.
"You there, did you get a picture of who caused this?"

The voice causing the white bodied black maned unicorn stallion to yelp before responding in a panicked meek voice to the intimidating pony before him.
"Um yes I did sir ma'am.. what's your name?" Camera held steadily in his magic, the rest of his body is twitching in panic before the armored pony before him covered in all sorts of dangerous looking tools.

The Truancy Pony growls at the stallion "I don't have one, just tell me if you got an image of the rebels that caused this." With a pointing wave if his hoof he indicates the scene of pulp seed carnage around them.

The poor stallion fumbles, pressing buttons on it's camera causing a picture to print out. Using it's magic it moves the image over to the imposing thing before him, with a trembling voice he says. "Here take it, these are the ones responsible, just..don't hurt me." He shiver putting his camera back around his neck barely keeping the image in his magic straight.

With on deft hoof the Truancy Pony snatches the picture from the panicky stallions magical grasp, causing the poor lad to faint in fear.
Staring at the picture of three giggling mischievous little punk fillies avoiding the watermelon rain with practiced ease, a puff of steam escapes the armored mask covering much of his face. Putting the picture into it's small chest pocket built into it's armored vest, the Truancy Pony turns around and walks down the streets following the tracks.

Stopping once more it smells something in the air, a smell of sweets and a feeling of trouble. Knowing where they must have gone, as if the tracks hadn't already shown him. The Truancy pony stalks forward with heavy powerful steps towards his prey's hiding place.
"Rebels don't deserve to have their cake and eat it too.." after a pause a harsh laugh escapes it "That reminds me, of the only one to think she got away."

Somewhere far away

In the middle of a meeting a mare feels a horrible sensation, as if somewhere something she thought long defeated had resurfaced. As if some dark part of her past would soon be upon her. Quickly closing the meeting she grabs a piece of cake and starts nibbling it, as a feeling of dread inches it's way up her spine.

Author's Note

Let it rain ponies, let the melons rain!

Next Chapter starts right from where this one let's off, and also includes the first chase scene. But it isn't what or who you probably expect.

Let me know what you think, feel free to add music and artwork as you like. Do you want to make side stories related to the ponies affected by this story? Just make sure to reference this series and feel free to go wild. Fight the power, be fearless, rebel against the standard.

A gruff voice echoes behind Glen Gorewood
"Do I smell rebellion, and hear some pony encouraging rule breaking?"

Um no not at all, I swear..please don't hurt me.

MLP is the property of Hasbro and creation of Lauren Faust, I claim no rights to MLP characters and setting used in this story.

Princess of Pranks

Celestia had ended the meeting quickly after that feeling came. As she hurried down the grand hallway leading from the audience chambers, she nibbled on the cake held in her magic. It had to be a nonsensical, stress triggered feeling. After all she hadn’t been in actual school since at least one Millennia ago. Even when she had attended the cram school a few thousand years ago, and the other with her sister shortly before her fall, there was no way that “thing” could still be alive.

“It’s imposshible” she said through cake filled cheeks. Chewing quickly, and swallowing the delectably light so she could speak properly the princess of the sun continued her train of thought.

“There is no way a single pony could survive that long, besides the original Truancy “Kill joy von cake hater” Officer wasn’t even a pony. It was a rather tall Kirin, or at least I think it was. Nobody could really tell because of that armor.”

As Celestia talks to herself her hooves pick up the pace, bringing her safely to her room which she promptly darts into slamming the door behind her. Leaning back against it she ponders that feeling from before. The best way to describe it would be like that feeling a foal who has gotten away with stealing cookies to long gets when they know the law is catching up to them. It had been over a thousand years since she attended school last. The more she thought about it, the more she started to feel a sense of dread she had barely noticed grow inside her psyche.

“But if that thing wasn’t the same Truancy Officer…” She says while recalling a memory of her school days a millennia ago.

Celestia was known for her pranks and mischief now as a Princess, but back in her foal years she had been in the undisputed and never captured Princess of Pranks. The Truancy Pony, or Officer as they called it back then, had never been able to catch her and bring her in. Oh those were the days, the sweet sundae mega slide in the hallways. The day of a million puddings, oh and who could forget the Great Pastry War. The entire school was never truly able to find where all the pastries had gotten to, and a few may have gotten free and run off to the wilds.

She had replaced ink with invisible ink that create mini disco balls when the right light was used. Her glorious illustrations of Principal Glory had caused a scandal or thirty. Her constant class skipping, re arranging of lockers, not to mention how many times she had completely altered the reality of the school grounds. Well Discord had helped, anything was better than sitting through “Theories on Lost Histories and Methods of Magical Research” with the other students.

Not to mention the wild chases she would lead the Truancy Officer on, and win every time. That thing would never stop the Princess of Pranks!

In the present Princess Celestia digs her hooves into the door and starts to hyper ventilate a little.
“Then how did it know about everything all those years later..”

One thing had bothered her after she had returned to school the first time. It was the cram school to relearn history after years of exploration with with her sister. Because despite having never been caught, and hundreds of thousands of years having passed since then; one creature seemed to have an eerily accurate memory.

During one particular incident she had skipped class to try to get lunch early, it was dessert pastry day after all. If she wasn’t early she couldn’t choose the best of the delicious assortment of treats as her own. Celestia had just finished filling her platter when an unusual pastry had caught her eye. It was a rainbow fruit and electiberry trifle turnover, which was in fact one of her favorite treats to have ever existed.

However there was one tiny problem. Rainbow fruit were endangered and no longer harvested for food, and delectiberries had been extinct for over three hundred thousand years. This particular trifle turnover could not have been made today for this lunch. Nor could it have been made at any point in the last three hundred thousand years. The last time such a treat had been made, and in fact the last time this particular style of turnover known as a “Celestibomb Supreme” had been made at all; had been during the Great Pastry War.

The Princess of the Sun looked left and right in fear, feeling a sense of dread fill her being as her eyes settled upon a figure on the far side of the cafeteria. That metallic killer of fun, the feared entity that had never caught her; stood in the doorway leading out of the lunch room staring at her. From across the room she could hear it’s voice, what it sad sent shivers down her spine,

“Well well well, the Princess of Pranks has finally returned to school. I had been hoping you would do something to warrant my appearance Celestia. But this? This is too perfect. What do you think of this little treat from your past great Princess of Pranks?”

Celestia searches wildly for an exit, her magic still holding onto the pastries; panic rising as she realizes that this is impossible. There is no way any pony alive outside her sister could know of what happened so long ago. It just wasn’t possible!

Her voice tinged with something akin to fear she screeches “Where did you find that? There is no way it could survive so long. It’s impossible, no pony alive besides my sister even knows those ever existed. There is no way that..”

She is interrupted by a gruff and powerful voice emanating from the Truancy Pony as it walks towards her like a lion approaching it’s prey.

“No way that I could know what you did Celestia? No way I could have preserved one of those treats from that day for all this time? Is that what you want to say may dear Princess of Pranks? If so I must inform you that one of the many reasons I have this job is because I,” the Truancy Pony points at itself with a armored hoof. “I never forget, I never forgive, and I always catch my marks. No matter how long it takes, or how far they run. I always get my rebels and misbehaving students, and make sure the endure punishment for their crimes.”

As it says this Celestia has backed up to a wall beneath a grand cathedral style window. The scene depicted is a perfect re enactment of the Great Pastry War, though with different ponies in place of her and Luna. Her eyes focus in on the great terror and kill joy that gets closer with every word from nowhere that emanates from it.

The Truancy Pony stood before her now, only one table away. She can almost see it’s eyes, and what she sees terrifies her. As those great blue orbs stare into her soul that thing says the words that will haunt her forever.

“Celestia, you are overdue for punishment for your crimes. I am here to take you into custody, so you may pay for all your pranks and truancy you have committed. Including those from almost a million years ago, now you may come quietly if you choo..”

The Truancy Pony is interrupted by a great burst of heat that batters it’s body. The source of this power is Celestia herself, her terror making itself known with a mini solar flare. Yet somehow the pastries remain unharmed. The princess of pranks takes advantage of this unforeseen bodily reaction and launches into the air, and heads straight towards the cathedral window.

“You will never catch me you monster, for I am”, with a crash Princess Celestia smashes the window to pieces and takes off towards the far off mountains; pastries still held in her magic. As the Truancy Pony somehow manages to get to the empty window frame and stare at the retreating princess; her voice echoes back to it’s ears.

“The Princess of Pranks!” echoes Celestia’s voice from afar.

The Truancy Pony merely stands still, eyes narrowed as it watches it’s quarry escape again.
“Mark my words Princess,” it promises to the wind and a princess too far away to hear “ you will learn one day you cannot have your cake and eat it too! I will catch you no matter how long it takes me! I swear this on my soul, as I did so long ago; I will bring you to justice Princess Celestia!”

Back in the present Celestia has pressed her back up against the door and cast just about every lock spell known pony kind, as well as a few only known to dragons. Her eyes are wide in terror as her mane flies all over the place, frantic to escape this sudden realization.

“That thing, it knew me. It remembered everything, and then when I went to cram school again; it still remembered me. That monster somehow remembered and knew all of my antics, and even though I managed to complete school that time it stalked me until the end. Like it was waiting for me to mess up…”

The Princess now moves away from the door, backing away from it like it's a fiend from the dark eras of pony history. The only way the Truancy Pony could possibly still be around was if it somehow defied all the rules of nature, harmony, chaos, and existence. And this feeling of dread, it was just like the one she had felt as it stalked her in cram school last time.

There was only one explanation for this feeling of impending doom.

“Oh dear Faust, some foal has gone and skipped school! Some foal has done something to let that monster loose upon Equestria again. There is only thing I can do now!”

With a blur of motion Celestia, Princess of the Sun and Pranks flies around her room grabbing her favorites books, treats, and plushies before diving under her royal bed and crafting a near impenetrable pillow and blanket fort. Using her magic to reinforce it she begins to hastily write a letter to her sister, as she chews on her treats to try to calm down in this harrowing hour.

Dear Luna,
I hereby give you all my duties for the rest of the day due to an impending terror that I must dutifully face with all the powers I hold. This is a grave hour my little sister, but I have the utmost faith in you and your capability to run this castle and nation. Do not worry, when the clock strikes six pm I shall return victorious.

Your loving sister,
Celestia.

Ps: If a strange pony in armor and a gruff voice with blue eyes comes calling, please tell them I am out. Whatever you do, don’t let them into the castle.

With that done, Celestia uses her magic to send the letter to her sister; who hopefully will be so happy to have all of those duties that she doesn’t suspect a thing. Still filled with fear, Celestia grabs her childhood teddy Mr Brilliantshirt and hugs him close as she shows more cake.

“Don’t worry Mr Brilliantshirt, that monster won’t find us here. It’s going to be fine, we are safe, we are safe, we are safe here..”

As the princess repeats this mantra over and over while bravely cowering under her bed, outside the castle and far away in Ponyville her ancient nemesis smiles.

Truancy Pony - Ponyville

While staring after the trail of destruction it’s current quarry has made, the Truancy Pony chuckles a bit. It sounds like a beast laughing, and the poor pony still standing with it’s camera in hand takes the opportunity to quickly move away from the terrible creature before it. As it’s short chuckle quiets the truancy pony’s face once more takes on it’s stern visage. Eyes honing in on clues and hints as to where it’s prey is heading, it can’t help but whisper to itself in a low growl.

“Indeed, no pony ever escapes the Truancy Pony. I always get my prey, no matter how long it takes.”

Author's Note

I am in desperate need of cover art aren't I?

Anyway this is the long awaited next chapter in CMC's VS the Truancy Pony. In case you have figured out who the Truancy Pony is by now, do not say anything. It's supposed to be a secret till the end.

Also in this universe Celestia is about 1.2 million years old or so, and for better or worse she is the only pony the Truancy Pony has never brought to justice for her actions. Now thanks to the CMC's, not only are they being chased by the law enforcing juggernaut that is the Truancy Pony; but the Princess of the Sun is now in danger of discipline as well.

So of course she does the most logical thing in this situation, considering the Truancy Pony is apparently some insanely powerful reality defying being. She hides and hopes it stays far far away from Canterlot.

Well so long as the CMC's can keep it busy she should have a chance right?
Anyway the next update for this story will be on Tuesday of next week. This chapter does come into play throughout the story though, it isn't just humorous filler.

Glen Gorewood