Author: Kavonde
Prompt: The Cutie Mark Crusaders get explosives.
Title: The Cutie Mark Crusaders Fire a Bazooka In an Explosives Warehouse
"Um... are you sure this is a good idea?"
Scootaloo and Apple Bloom rolled their eyes. Sweetie Belle had been dragging her hooves the whole way here, and they were both pretty tired of her complaining.
"Sweetie Belle," Apple Bloom said as reasonably as she could, "we all voted on this, an' me an' Scootaloo won. Ya'll just hafta go along, whether ya like it or not. That's how democracy works."
"But... Equestria isn't a democracy!"
Scootaloo rolled her eyes. "Well, then, you're still coming with us, because we outnumber you."
Sweetie made a dejected sound.
"Okay, I reckon the guards should be gone by now," Apple Bloom said. She leaned against the red barrel and peered around it. "Looks clear."
She crouched down, put her hooves together, and nodded at Scootaloo. The pegasus jumped forward, wings buzzing furiously, and she briefly got to experience the magic of flight as Apple Bloom launched her up and over the stack of barrels. She landed moderately gently on the other side, rolled behind cover, and waited. No adults sounded the alarm or shouted for them to get lost. "Okay, c'mon!"
Apple Bloom and a reluctant Sweetie Bell rounded the corner. Just a few steps away, sitting out in the open for anypony to see, was their prize.
"How d'ya reckon this thing works?"
Scootaloo shrugged. "I think you put one of those things in the end, and then press that button on the side."
The earth pony nodded and picked one of the strange cylinders up, balancing it awkwardly in her hooves. She angled it up to the edge of the device's long, dark green tube, but before she could release it, Sweetie Belle grabbed her foreleg. "What're you doin'?"
"Those things explode, don't they?" the unicorn asked. "Don't just drop it down there!"
"Well, how'n the hay d'ya reckon we load this thing? Ain't like we can reach all the way down there."
"Well... maybe there's instructions or something?"
Apple Bloom rolled her eyes and released the cylinder. Despite her bravado, she tensed, too, as it slid down the tube and came to rest with a soft 'clink.' When it failed to detonate, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay. What now?"
"Well," said Scootaloo, "now we point it at something and press that button."
"Okay. What're we pointin' it at?"
The pegasus looked around, considering. After a moment, the brightened and pointed towards the far wall. "There!"
"Um... those crates?" asked Sweetie Belle.
"Yeah!"
"They all say 'explosive.'"
"Sure! And if you shoot something explosive at something explosive, the explosion's gotta be even cooler, right?"
Apple Bloom nodded emphatically.
Sweetie Belle looked nervously between her friends, but finally sighed and gave in. "I guess so."
"This is gonna be awesome," Scootaloo said with a wide grin. "We're gonna get our cutie marks for sure!"
The funeral was held six days later.