“I’m so bored!” whined Sweetie Belle. She and her friends, Applebloom and Scootaloo, had spent the entire day inside of their clubhouse. The original plan was to work on getting their cutie marks, but they had already exhausted their ideas for the day.
They had tried sailing, but a waterfall ended that trip pretty quickly.
They had tried sale-ing, but no one wanted to buy their hoof-painted “My Little Human” figurines.
They had tried to walk on their hind legs, much like the strange unicorn around town did. The only thing that earned any of them was a sprained ankle.
They had tried to become Ponyville junior police officers, but the mysterious police box they entered was a lot bigger on the inside than the outside. They hid under the stairs as the mysterious stallion known only as “the Doctor” entered with the town mailmare, Derpy Hooves. They hadn’t expected the room to shake, and they quickly slammed into the console in the center of the room. The Doctor panicked, the fillies had hit a lot of buttons and switches. He yelled at the frightened trio, only to have Derpy stop him and point out that they had landed somewhere. The Crusaders trotted to the door, only to have their path blocked by the wall-eyed pony. The Doctor was adjusting the switches and buttons back to their proper position, but the “Q” on the typewriter had been broken off. He wouldn’t be able to set the TARDIS back to Equestria without it. The Doctor wasn’t keen on the three fillies being on an adventure with him, so he ordered them to stay inside of the TARDIS every time they landed. While he and Derpy went off looking for a replacement Q, the Crusaders would sneak out and try to earn their cutie marks in new ways that they knew they’d never have a second chance at. On the moon, Applebloom assisted the celestial princesses in sealing Discord. Sweetie Belle found herself strapped to a table screaming for help as these mechanical beasts called “cyberponies” tried to “convert” her. Scootaloo was killed in an attack on a television space station attacked by monsters known as “daleks,” but found herself brought back to life, and a new stallion that was calling himself “the Doctor” finally managed to get a replacement Q installed on the typewriter, return to Equestria, and kicked them out of the TARDIS. They watched as the blue box disappeared, looked at their blank flanks, sighed sadly, and returned to their clubhouse just as the sun hit its apex.
“Maybe we could see if Pinkie Pie needs help babysitting the Cake twins?” Applebloom suggested.
“I don’t think I really want a cutie mark that makes me have to watch children all day.” Scootaloo grumbled.
“We could set something on fire and put it out!” Sweetie Belle had a sadistic grin on her face. The other two took a step back from her. She sighed dejectedly.
“Maybe we can rescue someone without setting something on fire? I mean, we can just sit at the top of that cliff in the middle of town, buses and babies go down that thing all the time!” Scootaloo said excitedly.
“But that’s all the way on the other side of town, isn’t there something nearby that we can rescue people at?” As if on cue, a piercing scream resounded through the clubhouse. The three fillies all ran out the door. Scootaloo jumped onto her scooter, while the other two climbed into the wagon.
“Cutie Mark Crusader Rescue Squad!” they yelled simultaneously.
As the fillies got closer to the main part of the farm, the screaming got louder. “No!” Stop that!” yelled a familiar voice.
“Rarity!?” Sweetie Belle stood in shock.
“Come on girls, we need to go save her! We all know Rarity wouldn’t go in there on her own! She must be in trouble!” Applebloom raced to the barn door, followed by her friends.
“Don’t do that, you beast!” called out Rarity’s voice from the upper part of the barn.
“B...beast?” Sweetie Belle whispered.
“Maybe we should get mah sister...” Applebloom quietly said.
“It looks like she’s already up there! I can see her hat on the edge! Let’s go help her!” Scootaloo headed towards the ladder and started to climb it. Her friends followed behind her. They slowly crawled over to the source of the screams, and jumped onto the hay bales to catch the attacker off guard.
“We’ll save you Rari...What!?” The trio went slack-jawed as they discovered the “monster” that was “attacking” Rarity was nothing near what they expected.
The white unicorn, laying on her back, was blushing heavily. Atop her head was Applejack’s hat.
Applejack’s eyes were wide with terror, staring at the fillies. Her lips were against Rarity’s stomach, her hoof between the unicorn’s leg.
“Um...er...this...isn’t what it looks like?” Rarity was the first to speak.
“Ah told you that the barn was a bad idea!” the elder Apple sister said.
“You said that no one would be nearby today! Granny Smith and Big Macintosh were supposed to be in town, and our sisters and their friend were going to be at their clubhouse all the way on the other side of the field!”
“We...were at our clubhouse...” Scootaloo nervously stated.
“We heard all the hollerin’ and rushed over here because we thought someone was in danger!” Applebloom added.
Applejack smirked at Rarity. “Ah knew ya were a screamer, but I didn’t think Ah was that good.”
“Applejack, dear, not in front of the children.” Rarity was blushing harder now. She sighed and started to get up, removing the cowpony’s hat.
“Where do ya think you’re going?” the orange mare asked, sounding let-down.
“Well I can’t finish now. So totally turned off.” the unicorn sighed, but she put a smile on. “Meet me at the Boutique later tonight, I have some new designs that you might be...interested in.” She winked, and giggled as she climbed down the ladder and trotted out of the barn. Applejack picked up her hat, and followed soon after.
The three fillies looked at each other, their expressions still showing some shock. Regaining some composure, Scootaloo was the first to talk. “Hey, maybe we could earn our cutie marks doing whatever they were doing!”
“Rarity told me that if somepony ever puts their hooves where Applejack’s were, that I should scream for help...” Sweetie Belle nervously stated.
“She got the screamin’ part right.” Applebloom commented.
“Can we just call the Cutie Mark Crusader Rescue Squad a failure and go back to the clubhouse?” Scootaloo irritatedly asked. Her friends nodded and they started their trek back to the clubhouse.