The sun was shimmering, the air was clear and the town had an atmosphere that could only be described as idyllic. Twilight cantered her way to the gate of Ponyville landmark, Sweet Apple Acres, where the town gets most of it’s food. A small search of the premises led Twilight to the orange farmer, known as Applejack. With a small cough to be noticed, Twilight began talking “Hi Applejack, how’s the farm?” With a buck, the tree that Applejack was working on released it’s sweet apples, falling perfectly into the baskets placed below.

“It’s goin’ jus’ fin’ Sugarcube. Want brings you all the way out here?” the farmer questioned, still slightly worried for her friend, after the wedding. “I need you to help with a little experiment, if all goes well, you will be able to harvest the trees, twice as fast!” This started to sound familiar to Applejack, after two cons tried to woo the town over last summer, but this was Twilight, her friend, “I might’ as well give it a shot.” She failed to notice Twilights too wide smile, she did notice the flash from Twilight's horn as the room fell away.
A blank room, a table and a chain. The entire situation was wrong to Applejack, Something’ ain’t quite right, it all feels like a lie. Walking over to the table, some writing burned onto the table. Put on the chain and be free. No cottonpickin way, where’s that varmint Discord, this feels like one of those maze traps of his. Applejack bucked the table, sending it splintering and the chain vanished. A few seconds of silence passed, before the room melted away again, as Applejack felt herself fall to the floor.

Looking up, prepared to hurt whoever pushed her, Applejack was greeted by the sight of the farm, at the same tree she was about to buck when Twilight arrived. Guess, ah musta fell asleep. Continuing her daily routine, she bucked the tree, and the trees after that, the rhythmic thud of the wood and the sounds of falling apples relaxing her and putting her mind in a familiar ease. It was after about ten minutes of this that Applejack spotted her brother, Big Mac, walking over to her. “Hey, AJ, I need ya to plow the fields for me, the ploughs over by the barn.” Nodding, Applejack went over to the barn, not noticing Big Mac vanish as if he’d never been there at all.

The plough was, as mentioned, by the barn, the yoke left on the floor, prepared for Applejack to use. Slotting her head through, she felt the sensation of falling, before everything went black.

When she woke up, Twilight was staring at her, with a look of concentration on her face, “Twi, what was that?” Twilight blinked before shaking her head and preparing to give Applejack the same orders she gave the others. “Applejack, when you are alone with me, excluding Rarity, Spike and Fluttershy, you will call me Friend and only friend, otherwise act as your usual self.” Nodding Applejack felt that she could trust Twilight and was overpowered by how smart she was. “Ok, Friend ah getcha.” Cringing Twilight made the sudden decision to add a small amendment, “Also Applejack, as well as calling me friend, you will speak without a country accent and have proper grammar.” Applejack blinked as she processed that new order, before nodding. Well, so what if it’s a tiny bit unethical, that grammar was getting on my nerves and could have led to a break in the elements of harmony! Either way, who next Pinkie Pie or Rainbow Dash?

Author's Note

I’m gonna let you vote on this one, I’ll count them up at the end of the week and write the new chapter then. Until then, I hope you have a good day. Also, thank you to my prereader Jamin.