A peachy story

The round, peach-shaped sun rose over the horizon. Its peach-colored light shined down across the land, bathing everything in its light.

        The sunlight streamed through the windows of Twilight’s home, shining through the glass and landing on the pony’s face.

The light shone on Twilight’s face for a few more moments before it contorted, like a dried peach, and her eyes opened, resulting in them being fully revealed to the bright light.

Twilight groaned into her pillow, seeing as she was now wide-awake, then rose from her bed. She was careful as she made her way down the steps to avoid waking up Spike; who was still sleeping soundly with his arms around his tail and his mouth open, snoring.

After making it quietly to the main upper floor, she turned and descended the next flight of stairs as she walked to the bathroom to prepear herself for the day.

Thud.

Thud.

“Twilight, come on! You’ve been in there too long!” Spike shouted, raising his claws to lightly pulverize the door, but before he could reduce it to splinters of peachy wood, it opened, Twilight walking out.

“Oh, sorry Spike, I didn’t know you had woke up. Go ahead, I’ll make us some breakfast.” Spike nodded in return and he zoomed past Twilight and into the bathroom to begin his own morning routine.

Twilight began walking to the kitchen, but stopped midway when her gaze happened to look outside. It had turned cloudy while she was out, but that wasn’t the oddity. No one was outside. The streets were empty, the only thing there were a few peaches rolling around on the pavement.

Then a few more peaches joined around the others, seeming to fall from the sky. Then more of the fruit continued raining down, until the steady sound of fruit colliding with stone, and the whole street in front of Twilight’s window was no longer visible, changed to a single surface of peach. The sound of fruit hitting the roof began to grow to an even thud every few moments.

It’s raining… “Peaches!?” Twilight said, loudly, as her mind was having difficulty wrapping around such a perplexing and outlandish situation.

“Yeah, Twilight. Peaches in the pancakes sound great!” she faintly heard Spike from the bathroom.

The sky was filled with peaches of all shapes - well, all peaches are basicly the same shape - and sizes, falling from the sky, splattering against roofs and the ground, breaking windows, or anything else breakable outside, and simply causing chaos… Or it would have if anyone was outside.

Where is everypony? Twilight opened her mouth to call for Spike, but her voice stopped in her throat as she saw a pony - Derpy - flying through the air, apparently trying to stay aloft, but ultimately failing due to the mass of peach hitting her body. How she had even been able to stay airborne for this long, Twilight would never know.

Derpy was pelted to the ground by the rapid-fire fruit. Twilight watched in horror as Derpy tried to stand, but it was a fruitless attempt. The peaches continued to rain from the sky, slamming the mare back down. It soon became apparent that there was nothing Twilight could do but watch - lest she risk herself becoming a victim of the strange  phenomena. The fruit kept falling for many moments, the soft splattering of fruit was the only thing Twilight heard.

Finally Derpy was covered under a pile of crushed and whole peaches, the pulp spread around her like blood. That was, unless some of it was blood; the peaches might have been falling fast enough for the pits to go through their flesh and hit Derpy.

        Twilight could not believe what she had just witnessed. She kept her eyes staring ahead as she saw something change in the pile of fruit that had once been Derpy. The pile shifted, and began to coalesce, all of the forms of peach forming a large, roughly shaped sphere, and simply sat there, not moving or changing in the slightest.

The pony-sized ball of nutrients, vitamins, and juice soon began to glow a bright white, getting brighter and brighter every second. Twilight had stopped trying to understand what was happening and simply watched.

The glow became so harsh that Twilight had to look away. When she looked back, what she saw surprised her. Where the ball had been, now a giant peach stood. Besides it size, the peach had wings sprouting from the base of its stem. Gray wings, as well as blonde hair cascading right behind the wings. Did… did it absorbDerpy?!

Amid the sound of raining fruit, Twilight could hear a voice coming from… the peach? Twilight asked herself. But, yes, it seemed so.

“Zeta squadron, regroup at Sugarcube Corner immediately.” Twilight heard the voice of Derpy call out, but in a strange, scratchy monotone, followed by its wings flapping and somehow lifting it off of the ground. Following after it in the air, were three more peachee.

At the sight of them, Twilight grew dizzy. One had blue wings and a rainbow mane sprouting from its stem, while the other two, Twilight could recognize from the Ponyville weather team.

Rainbow Dash has been… peachified? Twilight could not even begin to understand what was happening. She sat down heavily and closed her eyes, raking her mind of anything she could about mutant peaches.

When nothing came to mind, she stood, thinking that she might find some information in a book, when she heard Spike scream and multiple thuds come from the bathroom.

“Spike!?” Twilight screamed. She immediately turned around and ran for the door. “Spike?!” she called again, and only heard a gurgling in response. Using her magic to destroy the door, Twilight was overwhelmed at what she saw.

Spike lay on the floor of the bathroom, peach splattering the walls, with blood seeping from under him and brown pits of fruit stabbing into him. A few peaches lay whole and undisturbed and wet on the floor, a few even rolling off the toilet seat, of all places.

He was dead, killed by the viscous fruit. And to think she had enjoyed peaches before!

“S-spiiike,” she moaned, tears blurring her vision. Before she could step towards his body, something hit her on the head. She looked to the floor and saw a peach next to her.

More soon joined, falling from up above and onto Twilight. She cast a magical shield around herself, the peaches bouncing off of her protection. She was safe, for now.

She looked at Spike’s body, already being surrounded by the peach remains. She could do nothing for him now.

Another fruit splattered against her barrier. She looked up and saw that a small hole had opened up in the roof, with the occasional peach falling through at high speed. But the hole was growing bigger. She would not be safe here for much longer.

Sprinting down the stairs as fast as she could, she teleported the rest of the way to the door and shoved through it, putting herself outside, in the midst of a peach storm.

My shield will only last for so long… Where to go? Maybe see if anypony is still alive… Twilight could only hope she might find one of her friends or anyone else; it seemed these peaches had come fast.

She walked the streets for hours, but she found no one, nor did the torrent of fruit ever falter in its intensity.

After searching every house and finding not a single pony, she had decided to check Sweet Apple Acres, maybe Applejack had been hiding there with any survivors.

After many minutes of trudging her way through the thick sludge of peach, she finally could see the farm in the distance. By some miracle, the peach-storm had stopped. But that didn’t help Twilight’s case by much. She still had many questions, and needed many answers.

She pushed open the door of the barn, finding it pitch-black and quietly calling out, “hello? Anypony there? She swiftly found herself on her back, and something sharp pressed against her throat.

“Go ahead, if you try anything, know that I’ve met your kind, and I’ve killed ‘em, made jam outta ‘em, and eaten that with bread ...Oh, it’s you, Twilight.” came a voice that Twilight recognized, followed by the pressure on her throat disappearing. A small lantern was lit, and Twilight could see the old pony.

“Granny Smith!?” Twilight could not imagine that she had been close to getting killed by the Apple family elder. “What- I- Where’s Applejack? Applebloom? Big Ma-”

“Dead,” Smith remorsefully interjected. “They were turned into those peaches… I was taking a nap inside, when I heard them scream…” Tears welled at her old eyes. “I… I couldn’t save them, not by myself. I had to evacuate to the barn when the house couldn’t take no more of those peaches… had to live here and hold down the fort against those fruits…” She pointed a hoof at a row of manes and other appendages that looked like they belonged to ponies Twilight had known… It made her feel sick.

“Well, what now?” Twilight asked.

“Now, we survive. Don’t worry Twilight; we’ll get through this-” the sound of wood splintering interrupted her, and peaches rained down. The mare in front of her was pelted by dozens of peaches, and knocked down. A loud crack came from above, and Twilight looked up.

A flowing mane of ethereal colors, a long, beautiful white horn and equally beautiful wings seemed to make their own light. “Princess Celestia!” Twilight cried with joy as she beheld - No...

The giant peach landed in front of Twilight, Celestia’s mane flowing around its stem, and her wings splayed out. “No… No-no-no-no-no-no-no-NO!” Twilight screamed as she threw herself at the peach, her horn aglow, a specific spell in her mind.

Her horn pierced the flesh of the Celestia-peach, the fruit in return letting out a horrible screech, something akin to scraping a hoof against a chalkboard. Twilight’s horn glowed brighter and brighter, until a purple light could be seen from inside the giant thing.

There was a bright flash of light, one that completely obliterated Twilight’s enemy, and every peach in Ponyville.

Twilight was gone, along with all the peaches; Equestria was safe once more.