Twilight, Rarity, Fluttershy, the butter yellow mare, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash were all anxiously waiting to eat some Golden Delicious apples, but first they had to be picked, or bucked if you listen to Applejack.
“Okay, now let’s get started,” Applejack said, the once stubborn pony expressing her relief when her friends said they would help.
In front of them were three square acres of trees with yellow dots on them, and they looked like light bulbs instead of apples. but that was what all apples looked like from afar.
Or so they thought.
“Okay, but you have to promise me that we can make some lemonade this time,” Pinkie said, bouncing down the hill everypony had to be careful on, well, everypony that didn’t have wings that is.
“Well of course, Pinkie… wait? This aint no lemon farm, ah don’t even know if lemons grow on trees.” Applejack looked to Twilight, who simply shrugged and nodded, before she tripped on a rock and was sent tumbling down the slope.
“Oh, are you okay, Twilight?” Fluttershy, the butter yellow mare, said as she and Rainbow Dash helped Twilight to her hooves.
“Yeah,” Twilight groaned, rubbing her head as she questioned how she didn’t have any brain damage, and why wasn’t there any blood? Her head landed flat against a rock for crying out lo—
“Oh, Twilight, always questioning our cartoon world,” Pinkie said ignoring the stares as she picked up a lemon from out of nowhere and shoved it through Twilight’s brain.
“Ah! Pinkie that…” Twilight stopped as the lemon juice, while it stung more than getting your tetanus shot, seemed to sooth her mind. “Ahhhhhhh,” she began to drool lemon juice, but for some reason nopony noticed; they just casually pushed her along the beaten path.
“Oh finally, Applejack, could I just take one little tiny apple for… a, bit of a taste test?” Rarity begged.
The group had made their way to the field and Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Twilight were preparing to buck the first tree they saw.
“Oh sure, Rarity, and I’ll be watching you to make sure it is only one that you eat, okay.” Applejack gave Rarity an overprotective glare before accidentally bucking Rainbow in the side. Rainbow then collided into one of the trees, burying herself in a bounty of yellow apples, but these apples had little brown stripes on them.
“Oh, ah sorry Rainbow, I thought I was behind one of the Golden Delicious trees.” Applejack went over to her downed friend to give her a hoof, but was a bit shocked when one of the apples moved.
At first it was a little shake, but soon they could see tiny ears popping out like little trees of their own.
“Pika,” one apple said
Twilight grabbed a notepad, writing down that Apples with brown stripes can talk, will look further into this phenomenon
Rarity had found the biggest and most valuable apple she could find and telekinetically grabbed the one right next to it, a small but adorable one. One that couldn’t be ignored.
“Ah, tell me that apple didn’t just talk,” Applejack said, “I reeeally hope this is some kind of prank.” She looked left and right for a little red bow, or a bright red scooter, but none could be found. “Applebloom, if yer trying to prank me it didn’t wor—”
“Hi, Applejack.”
She jumped, shaking like a feather as she landed in the pile of talking apples.
“PIkachu.” Rainbow held what she thought was a giant talking apple that had brown paint marks on its back, poking one of the little pointy ears.
“And what are you supposed to be?” She said “Or more importantly, what have you done with all of the apples? I was going to get drunk off of the apple cider so I can face the realization that I will never become a Wonderbolt, but you had to go and stop that didn’t you?”
Rainbow gets drunk to hide her shame of not being good enough for the Wonderbolts… “Wait, what?” Twilight rushed up to her rainbow maned friend, putting on a pair of red glasses, rushed her over to the park bench that stood next to the apple tree; well, she had to remove some of the yellow puff ball things, and slammed her to it.
“Now, Rainbow Dash, poisoning your body isn’t a good way to relieve stress—”
“Oh wouldn you stop it Twi, we went through this last time, I don’t have any problems; maybe it was that lemon juice Pinkie poured on your brain, but I’m fine.” Rainbow flew up and went back to the yellow puff balls that were beginning to climb back up the tree.
“Pi-ka,” It struggled, trying to get free of Rainbow’s flat, crushing hooves.
“You still need to tell me where my cider is, before I crush your guts out.”
Applejack and Applebloom watched as she squeezed the poor yellow thing into submission, “Is she goin to be okay Applejack?”
“Ah’m still tryin to figure out what these critters are, ask Fluttershy.”
“Okay.” Applebloom trotted over to Fluttershy, the butter yellow mare, who was nuzzling one of the critters and giggling when little shocks came out of their red button like cheeks.
Rainbow continued to demand the critter who, since it could only say ‘Pikachu”, would be called Pikachu. She could see how uncomfortable it was, as little bolts of electricity popped from its cheeks like the ones on Twilight’s fancy gismo in her basement. “Huh.” She continued to shake Pikachu, continued to torment it, and for some reason, agreed that she deserved what came next.
Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, the butter yellow mare, and Twilight, wait, am I forgetting someone? Yes, and Applebloom, watched in horror as Rainbow was violently electrocuted by the Pikachu, sending sparks flying everywhere, the smell of burning flesh hitting their nostrils, Applebloom even flinched when she heard the blood curdling scream come from the obviously dying pony.
And wasn’t surprised when Rainbow fell to the ground, a little dazed with nothing more than a bit of burnt hair, a puff of black smoke did exit her mouth though? The captured Pikachu then scampered out of Rainbow’s hooves, making its way to fluttershy, the butter yellow mare, nuzzling her gently, making her giggle with little jolts of electricity.
Fascinating, these Pikachu have power over lightning, and since Rainbow was blue, it was super effective. “Wait,” Twilight was once again thinking about the tragic changes this would bring to the weather when she should have been thinking of her friend who was probably in pure agony right about now.
Trotting up the the pretty pristine pony’s side and stating: “You okay RD?”
“Yeah, I’m just going to wring those little pipsqueaks and turn them into a yellow cork screw for doing this.” She got up, puffing her chest out, before adding “Oh and Twilight.”
“Yes”
“Don’t call me RD, it just doesn’t fit you.”
Intriguing, Rainbow Dash is sensitive when it comes to name calling, now I know exactly what I am going to get her for her birthday next year… A talking Pikachu that calls her nothing but RD everyday. Oh the Princess will be so proud.
Rarity sat on a royal purple blanket, filled with intricate designs that were made out of raw uncut diamonds, trying her first bite of the apple she so precariously picked when she heard a horribly hidden giggle.
She looked left and right, expecting to see a Sweetie bell somewhere, holding a bucket of dirty water, but no tiny annoying, squeaky little sister’s could be found. She then returned to her precious prize, taking a bite into its squishy, moist, juicy beyond all juicy… wait, apples aren’t supposed to be that juicy, and why on earth is it making that highly annoying, ridiculous giggling noise.
Intrigued, she looked at the blasphemous apple with a condescending glare. She was met with an ugly sponge that had little blue eyes and a long, pointy, obnoxious nose. Two large, overgrown buck teeth protruded from its gaping maw, making Rarity cringe.
“I”m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, for spaghetti,” it said before gasping for air. “no I don’t want to die like this please, pleasetellpatrickthatIhidhisbakedpotatobehindtheorcastraduringourlasttriptobubbleboyslastconcert.” Rarity looked at the thing in complete horror as it started to shrivel up and die away.
After all of the Pikachu were corralled into the generator and forced to power it so that Rainbow could get drunk every night for the rest of her insignificant life, Applejack checked every tree to make sure there were no more surprises, just yellow apples ripe for the bucking. Placing six baskets, one for all of her friends, and Applebloom, who might have been forced into the generator with the Pikachus. The entire tree was nothing but yellow, so it was okay.
“Alright girls, set your taste buds to delicious because here comes some of the best darn apples around.”
With a mighty smack, Applejack vented all of her anger towards those damn Pikachu, and that weird sponge thing Rarity put in her hair. Letting the apples fall perfectly into the baskets below.
“Come on everypony, get a taste of the best—”
“Lemons,” Rarity said, her lips pursed as a wave of sour soaked through her brain.
“Lemons…” Applejack looked at the basket, feeling her eyes twitch as she saw the rough, not apple smooth, exterior of the lemon filled basket next to her. “Are you bucking kidding me.”
“umm,” she blew a few gust’s from her nose when Fluttershy, the butter yellow mare, put a gentle hoof on her head. “Please don’t be mad, Applejack, you know what they say. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.”
Applejack scrunched her face with anger as she crushed a lemon under her hoof. “Lemonade, you want me to make Lemonade? ON AN APPLE FARM”
“Umm,” Fluttershy, the butter yellow mare, said, “yes.” ‘Squee’
“No, I demand to see life’s manager. I will make life rue the day it gave Applejack lemons. Do you know who I am!? I am the pony who is going to burn life’s house down… WITH THE LEMONS!!”