“Don’t get me wrong, I can see why you’re suggestin’ me bein’ on top…” Continue reading
Applejack snickered to herself as she trotted up to the Carousel Boutique. “A fine thing this is! Whipped, you are! Why, you silly filly, you got no shame, do you? Look at you prancin’ up, jes’ achin’ for some more of that stallion THUNDER. Scandalous!” Continue reading
Dawn was breaking, on two impassioned unicorns—and a fat, stubby candle. Continue reading
There were danishes. And muffins. And more danishes. Continue reading
Applejack stopped at the end of the row, and carefully placed the pan on the ground. Slowly, she stretched her neck this way and that, wincing. Continue reading
She came in low over the fields, taking cover behind the rise of the hill, trying to catch only the barest glimpse of her target without being revealed. Applejack had been located in a far field, working. The plan was a go. Continue reading
Big Macintosh packed up his things. Wasn’t much—pictures of the family, fetlock trimmers, the doll he’d got from Twilight Sparkle that time. It seemed like awfully little to make up a life. Continue reading
Rainbow Dash glowed with that wonderful energy of Continue reading
Applejack woke at dawn, as was her custom, groggy from limited sleep. Her nose was buried in Rainbow Dash’s wonderful mane. Dashie still slept—Applejack knew she’d be able to get halfway through breakfast before the sleepy pegasus made her yawning, hungry appearance. Continue reading
Harsh white light flared, illuminating Rainbow Dash’s reclining body, and reflecting in the eyes of Applejack, where they captured a horrified look. She stood, braced against anything, valiant. Continue reading
Rainbow Dash strutted across Applejack’s bedroom. Applejack stared. Continue reading
“Oh no,” said Applejack. “It’s Y’ALL who’s gittin’ it!” Continue reading
“Dang,” said Applejack. Continue reading
Dashie still looked cranky, twelve hours later, and Applejack could bear it no longer. Continue reading
…will
obey the
instructions
and now you will
WAKE…
The morning was real fuzzy. Applejack shook her head. Her eyes wouldn’t quite focus. She wriggled in bed, and chuckled, and yawned, stretching, Continue reading