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The Cutie Mark Crusaders

"So . . your telling me, this colt" Scootaloo waved a dismissive hoof at Max, who still had not woken up after he had passed out. "Took down a pack of timberwolves?"

Apple Bloom frowned, not sure if she liked her friends tone. "Yes, he did" she said defensively. "Why? Do ya not believe me?" The other two stared at each other for a few seconds, before Sweetie Belle turned to the earth pony. "It's not that we don't believe you, exactly" she ventured. "It just does sound a bit . . . far fetched, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, I mean, look at him" Scootaloo said, pointing at the colt. The three eyed the smaller than average colt with the messy mane and tail. "What about him?" Apple Bloom demanded, eyes narrowing. "He's kind of. . . you know, scrawny?" Scootaloo finished after a slight pause.

"So? Applejack and Big Mac both saw it too!" The yellow filly said, twisting her mouth slightly in anger. "Didn't you Big Mac?" The gentle giant was leaning over the prone figure that was lying on some hay. "Eeeyup" he said, before throwing some water onto Max's face.

The stunning mountain meadow eyes shot open, just in time to see a giant red creature hoovering over him. Ylping, Max telekinetically threw the farm pony across the barn and through one of the walls. "Big Mac!" Apple Bloom cried, spinning around to stare at the jagged hole. "Are you all alright?" She called when Big Mac's head appeared in the gaping mouth. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeyup!" He called back.

Scootaloo turned back to Apple Bloom, and rested her chin on her hooves. "So, really powerful magician, you say?"

Uh, I feel like that one time I drank from Gwen's special flask Max groaned, placing a hand to his hand. "That was highhandedly the most fucked up dream I ever had" he announced blithely. "I mean unicorns, wolves from wood, and, I" he caught sight of his arm. His furry arm. "Oh you've gotta be fuckin' kidding me" he sighed.

"Your awake!" A squeaky voice said, and a white face suddenly appeared inches away from Max's own. Max raised an eyebrow "do you mind?" He asked, and the face pulled back to reveal a grey unicorn with purple and pink hair. "So, you really took down an entire pack of timberwolves?" An orange pegasus with purple hair asked grinning.

"Is that what their called? God that's stupid" Max shook his head, before frowning at the unicorn, who was now standing next to the the yellow one he had seen before."Hey, what's with your voice? Your a little young for puberty, aren't you?" All three of the ponies- Max couldn't believe he was actually seeing this- stared at him. "What's puberty?"

"Well, when a man- mare and stallion bang . . . "

Max was dragged out of the barn, mentally owing as the orange mare that the one named Apple Bloom had called Applejack dragged him away from the now traumatized trio that had (loudly) introduced themselves as the Cutie Mark Crusaders, yay.

"They asked" he said in his defense, jerking out of the orange mares grasp. Applejack simply glared. Oh, so that's how it's going to be. Max glared back, amping it up with all his training from being around David. Applejack glanced down, and Max smirked victoriously. "Ah'm calling yer parents" she snapped.

Max laughed mirthlessly. "Yeah you do that. In the meantime, wheres the town?" A little confused, Applejack hesitantly pointed the way. "Thanks dipshit" he said, before teleporting carelessly away.

Max overshot his teleportation just a teeny bit, accidentally landing on the top of a mountain. It overlooked the weird apple farm, though, and as he stared down, a shit eating grin settled on his face.

Meanwhile Applejack was finishing up carrying in the carts of apples so she could go ask around town about the origins of this 'Max' fellow, when she spotted it.

A certain unicorn has laser beamed a drawing into one of the apple fields. A drawing that looked suspiciously like a dick. "Gosh darnit" she muttered, throwing her hat down onto the ground. "Apple Bloom! Sweetie Belle! Scootaloo!" She called, and the three stumbled out.

"I want you to stay away from this Max fellow" she told them sternly. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle both nodded meekly, but Apple Bloom frowned up at her sister. "No!" She said. Applejack drew back, shocked. "What did you just say to me, filly?" She asked, pulling on her most responsible voice.

"Ah said no!" Apple Bloom stomped a hoof. "I like him! He's actually kind of funny! And he's interesting!"She stomped off. Sweetie, Scootaloo and Applejack all stared after her. "Why is she so defensive of the new colt?" Scootaloo wondered.

While both Applejack and Scootaloo looked confused, Sweetie rubbed her face wearily. "I'll tell you two when your older" she said, before trotting away.

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