//------------------------------// // Yes, it does update. Eventually... // Story: A Gneiss Tale // by TimeForSP //------------------------------// Okay guys, I'm working on a new chapter, but seeing as I haven't updated in three weeks I thought I should at least give you some compensation for having to wait for me to stop being lazy. So I'm posting a bit of the next chapter(unedited), enjoy my bronies. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Another day; another great idea... “CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS TREASURE HUNTERS, YAY!” Two fillies screamed out in unison. The Crusader’s day had been like any other for the most part. The little devils fruitlessly attempting to earn their Cutie Marks, only to end up being covered in tree sap, twigs, and other various items. Which was a considerable feet, seeing as the fillies were attempting to fly a kite. “I don’t know girls.” a white unicorn filly, who didn’t seem to share the other enthusiasm, said. “It already took us an hour to get all that sap out of our mane, and FRENCH TOAST POTATO LATKE!” Sweetie belle pulled a concealed SMG out if seemingly nowhere, pointing it at the two startled fillies. “DON’T MOVE A MUSCLE!” She shouted. “What are ya doin’ Sweetie?!” Applebloom yelled at the offending white unicorn. “Why do y’all have a gun?” “Ha. You really think I’m that putrid mare.” the mare was now talking in a smug, dapper, sexy accent. “SCOOTALOO, TAKE OFF YOUR COSTUME!” Suddenly, the treehouse itself was lifted up, revealing it to be a giant orange chicken. “Applebloom! Grab my sex!” The white filly directed towards the filly. “But Applejack said I couldn’t do that until I was older.” “No, my hoof.” The yellow filly made a confused face. “That’s not what Applejack said...” “IT’S NOT WHAT YOU SAID!” The dapper filly screamed in her perfect logic. “I don’t get this game.” Scootaloo said, looking down at a replica of the Crusaders HQ from the real HQ itself, resting on the hardwood floor of the clubhouse. Complete with miniature replicas of the trio and an oddly colored chicken who was now waddling off into a corner of the room; the crusaders themselves being in the center. “Can’t we just get some food to Sugercube Corner?” “But I didn’t even get to kiss Spidercolt yet.” The white filly pouted. “Ah’m still confused about the sex.” Applebloom said. “Ah thought it were a little hole.” “I see Rarity say it to a lot of stallions. They grab onto her hoof and follow rarity to her room.” She replied. “And it sounds like they fight an epic battle!” “Uggh... enough chit-chat.” Scootaloo cut in. “I wanna get something to eat.” “Okay, let’s go girls.” The white unicorn said. “Last one to get there is a rotten apple.” Fast hoofbeats accompanied by a trail of dust and laughter signaled their leave. They couldn’t have known that a mysterious mare was waiting behind their tree fort. With nopony in sight, the mare cunningly snuck into the clubhouse; planting a map to an object that wished to be forgotten in a spot where it would be easily visible to the unsuspecting trio of adorable devils. A wicked grin accompanied the mysterious intruder as she trotted slyly out of the Crusaders Headquarters. At least she would have, if the mare had remembered she was ten feet above ground. “Buck...” The intruder brushed a silver mane away from her annoyed face. The mare attempted to push herself up, but her attempt was thwarted by an abnormally large orange chicken crashing into her head; planting her face into the ground. “Going... to... murder... everything...”