//------------------------------// // Rebellion // Story: CMC's versus the Truancy Pony // by Glen Gorewood //------------------------------// 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.