Fade into the base of a tree and tilt up toward its top. A small, nervous gulp is heard from somewhere above.
SWEETIE BELLE (OFFSCREEN): Are you sure about this, Scootaloo? I've never even heard of a pony zip-lining before.
At the end of this, the camera stops on a small platform that has been attached to the trunk, just below the topmost branches. It is daytime. The Cutie Mark Crusaders stand here, wearing crash helmets and vests hooked to a rope that is tied off just above their heads. Before them, the line stretches down at an uncomfortably great height over a long stretch of woodland.
SCOOTALOO: Neither have I, but Spike told me it was awesome!
Scootaloo jumps, dragging first Apple Bloom and then Sweetie with her-the cables hook them to each other as well as the line. As they gain speed, sparks fly from the friction between the hooks and the rope, causing both to heat up. Eventually, the rope sags far enough to leave them stuck at a low point; now the red-hot hooks set the rope smoldering and then burn through it, dropping three screaming fillies like rocks. They plummet and bounce through tree branches in three different directions, eventually landing as a battered, sap-smeared pile. Close-up of Apple Bloom.
APPLE BLOOM: See anything?
Pan to Scootaloo, who gets up and inspects her own haunch.
SCOOTALOO: Tree sap and pine needles, but no cutie mark.
Cut to Sweetie at the end of this.
SWEETIE BELLE (SMILING): Plan B?
SCOOTALOO: Yeah! You know where we can find a cannon at this hour?
Apple Bloom, the only one of the three still on the ground, and Sweetie are both taken aback at the mention of the word "cannon." The little pegasus' face shifts into sullen disappointment; close-up of her helmet as it bounces off the ground.
Scootaloo steps into view.
SCOOTALOO: It's no use.
Tilt up as she pulls at the sap.
SCOOTALOO: No matter what we try, we always end up without our cutie marks-and surprisingly often covered in tree sap.
Scootaloo has also done away with her vest in this shot. Cut to Sweetie, who has also removed her helmet and takes off her vest as she speaks.
SWEETIE BELLE: Maybe we should do something less dangerous, like pillow testing or flower sniffing.
Buckets of water and washcloths are slid over to them from offscreen; cut to Apple Bloom, scrubbing up in one of her own. Her vest and helmet are gone now.
APPLE BLOOM: This town is full of ponies who have their cutie marks.
The others start cleaning up.
APPLE BLOOM: Why don't we ask them how they did it?
SWEETIE BELLE: That's a great, safe idea.
SCOOTALOO: Yeah! And we can start with the coolest pony in Ponyville.
APPLE BLOOM: Applejack!
SWEETIE BELLE: Rarity!
SCOOTALOO: Come on, guys, I said "cool."
Scootaloo flaps her wings, zipping up/down hills.
SCOOTALOO: You know who I'm talking about. She's fast!
Scootaloo returns, knocking the bucket away.
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My Little Pony: Friendship is Magically Lewded (Male Alicorn Reader x MLP)
FanfictionJoin a human-turned-pony on an adventure through Equestria and beyond with many friends and those who are considered more than friends. Rated Mature for sexual language and adult themes with other species, not just ponies.
