Chapters The train ride was fairly uneventful, though Rainbow Dash and Hard Cider did occasionally exchange baleful looks. Eventually though, the train finally pulled to a stop as the trains steam whistle blew.
“All disembark for Appleoosa!” One of the train’s staff called out.
“Oh this is our stop!” Twilight squeeled excitedly. “Come on, let’s go let’s go!” She pulled her parents through the door as Rainbow rolled her eyes and she and Fluttershy followed after, carrying the luggage.
Rainbow yelped as she fell to the ground, something heavy on her back. She looked up behind her, seeing the small yellow, red maned filly that was sitting with Applejack’s family.
“And who are you?” Rainbow growled, annoyed at the filly’s antics.
“Ah’m Applebloom! And Ah ain’t lettin’ no weirdo pegasus help those mean ol’ unicorns!”
Rainbow frowned and got ready to push her off with her head, when Fluttershy flew by and picked up Applebloom. She grinned at the filly as she struggled.
“Hey! Lemme go!”
“Aww but you seem so grumpy-wumpy!” The yellow Pegasus giggled. “I know a good way to cheer up a gwumpy widdle filly....TICKLE ATTACK!”
“AH! Wait!” The filly laughed as Fluttershy brushed her feathers against her sides. “Ah said stop it!”
“Not till you apologise!” The yellow pegasus grinned.
“You will put mah daughter back on the ground this instant!”
Fluttershy blinked and looked down at Hard Cider, who was glaring at her. “But I was just trying to make her not as grumpy and mean.”
“Ok, ok...” Fluttershy grumbled as she gently placed Applebloom back on the ground. “You don’t need to be so mean about it...”
“Ah! Hard Cider! May I say to you and yer kin...Welcome to APPPLEOOOOOOSA!”
The two groups turned to a yellow earth pony stallion with long orange mane and tail and wearing a brown vest and Stetson hat.
“Oh, is that you, Braeburn?” Juicy Apple smiled. “You sure have grown some!”
“Oh!” Applebloom yelled out excitedly as she run up to the stallion. “What’s that gold star on your vest for?”
Braeburn smiled wide and proudly. “I was recently made deputy sheriff of this here town, and I’m one of the three ponies in charge of this here hootenanny. Ya’ll are among the first to arrive.”
Hard Cider smirked. “Good for you Braeburn, you’re doing yerself proud, getting out of your family’s shadow...”
The younger stallion looked away nervously. “I’d rather not bring that up....”
Night Light trotted closer, his group following behind. “Ah, excuse me, I take it you are one of ze ponies to talk to about ze competition?”
“Sure am!” Braeburn grinned, and then frowned a little. “Why does a unicorn have any interest in the competition? This is a matter for Apple Family members.”
“We were invited.” Mrs Sparkle said, standing beside her husband. “We were sent a letter asking us to compete this year.”
“I know!” Twilight chirped, skipping over to the two groups. “We’re just as surprised as you are! I guess somepony in charge was really impressed by our business and wanted to see how we would do here!”
Hard Cider growled. “Surely there’s been some kinda mistake, there is no way ponies like YOU, who ain’t even kin, would be allowed anywhere near this event!”
“There’s only one family that would be as unthinkable of seeing here...” Juicy Apple added.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise of something heavy scraping along the ground as several ponies in the town shrieked and cried out, and occasionally there could be heard loud bangs.
“Oh Celestia...” Hard Cider breathed. “Not THEM...”
The two groups and the deputy sheriff watched as a broken, wheel-less carriage came into the centre of town, pulled along by two very large alligators as it noisily was dragged through the ground, creating a loud noise and large tracks of disturbed earth. On the carriage were three ponies: A very LARGE, very ROUND white earth pony whose eyes were hidden under a smaller but still just as round hat, tufts of short brown mane visible from underneath, their cutie mark showing a bruised apple; a slender black pony in a poncho, with long scraggly black mane and tail, his chin rather large, a single red eye unhidden by his mane, glaring balefully, his cutie mark displaying a green apple with several worms poking out from it; the third was slightly shorter than the black one, his coat a bright red, his green mane and tail were long, greasy and unkempt, he wore a tall white hat riddled with holes, his cutie mark displaying a strange long metal object with a large round end, which was the same object he held in his hooves. This pony smirked.
“Oh it’s those Bad Apples! Why are THEY here!? They give us all a bad name!”
“Yeah they can’t even farm! They live in a swamp for Celestia’s sakes!”
The shorter jumped at the offending speakers, getting up on his hind hooves as he hefted his large metal weapon, tugging on the large trigger with his hoof as he fired several shots wildly in the direction of the speakers. “Who’re yew to judge me!? Ah’m ‘n Apple, Ain’t Ah!? Yew try fermin’ ‘n a swamp!” He panted heavily, the offenders having run off, away from his wild gunshots. He turned and smiled at Hard Cider and his family. “Ahh, Cider, yer a sight fer sore eyes!” He grinned at Juicy Apple. “An’ Sis! Yer lookin’ perttier than ever!” He lifted up her hoof and kissed it, receiving a revolted look from the mare. “Hey now, is that any way to greet yer dear ol’ brother who came all this way jus’ to say hello to yer family?”
“Rotten, what in tarnation what are you doing here?” Hard Cider asked sternly. “You never come to this event; you know you aren’t welcome here.”
Rotten gasped theatrically, a look of hurt on his face as he held his hoof up to his heart. “Ah’m hurt, Cider, HURT that yew wuld say dat! Ah caint come along all th’ way ta Appleoosa jus’ to say hello to family, after so long? Ah’m simply shocked!”
Rotten glared back. “What? Ya finally gonna step up and say somethin’, boy? Gonna smack talk yer dear Uncle too? Gonna get right up in mah grill and tell me how much of a disappointment Ah am to ever’pony?” He smirked. “Or ya gonna jus’ let me do all the talkin’, as per usual?”
Big Mac snorted and stomped back to his father’s side, his uncle grinning in triumph.
“You ARE a disappointment, little brother!” Juicy Apple scowled. “Instead of learnin’ the trade, stickin’ to your roots like everypony else, you went off to that fancy college, and what did that get you? You livin’ up in Dubbleyuk Swamp, not able ta do a darn thing to earn a livin’, unlike every Apple!?”
“What the HAY you sayin’!?” Rotten sneered and hefted his blunderbuss, aiming it at Juicy. “Jus’ cause Ah wanted to make somethin’ of mahself, now ever’one wants ta go off spoutin’ off at me!? Ah didn’t want to remain an unintelligent, under-knowledged HICK like the rest’a ya’ll seem to be! How ya think Ah got th’ smarts to build this beauty!?” He rubbed the barrel of his gun lovingly. “Cause Ah went off and got mahself an ejycation!”
Braeburn laid a concerned hoof on the stallion’s shoulder. “Now Pa, Ah think ya should stop before you cause more trouble...”
“AH’M th’ one causin’ trouble!?” He turned to the younger stallion. “Mah boy, who was it who funded yer ejycation, that allowed ya ta get this here posishun in th’ firs’ place!?”
The younger stallion looked down sheepishly. “You did, Pa...”
“Durn right!” Rotten looked at everypony else. “Ah’ll see ya’ll at th’ competition.” He looked towards the Sparkles and gave them a hard, envious glare before walking off.
Twilight blinked. “What was that all about?”
Braeburn sighed. “Sorry about that folks, I really wasn’t expectin’ him to come by, let alone compete.” He straightened up, smiling
Hard Cider shook his head. “No need to trouble yerself, Brae, we know the way.”
“Ah certainly do not!” Applejack fumed.
“Sis, don’t be rude!” Applebloom piped up. “If ya really don’ remember, jus’ follow along and you won’t get lost!”
“Actually,” Braeburn interrupted, “Ah was talkin’ to the unicorns...and pegasi?”
Rainbow shook her hoof. “Oh no no no, we’re not competing, we’re just spectators.”
“Oh, well alright then. Not often we get non-Apples here, let alone non-earth ponies.” The earth pony turned round and slowly trotted westward. “Follow me, don’ dawdle.”
Applejack grimaced as she trotted next to Rainbow Dash, looking bashful. “Dahling Ah am so, so sorry! Ah didn’t even want to come...Ah don’t have any interest in farming...but my little sister and big brother insisted...they mean a lot to me...” She looked down morosely.
“Oh don’t worry Applejack!” Twilight smiled good-naturedly. “Just cause we’re competing doesn’t mean we aren’t friends right?”
Applejack smiled sheepishly. “Well, Ah do suppose...”
“Applejack!” Juicy Apple snapped. “Get over right now! Stop cavortin’ with the competition!”
“Coming mother!” The fashionista winced and trotted to her family, Rainbow frowning in concern.
“It’ll be fine Rainbow don’t worry.” Twilight reassured the Pegasus.
“Maybe...I don’t like seeing my friend in trouble though...”
“Rainbow! Twilight! Come along now, ve don’t vant to end up lost!” Night Light called out to them both, waving his hoof, grinning.
Twilight grinned back. “Ok dad! Come along Rainbow!” She and the cyan Pegasus ran over to the now moving group.
Rainbow stared wide eyed as they finished being introduced to Goldie Delicious Apple, a rather close aunt to Applejack’s family and who didn’t seem to respond well to the Sparkles. “I didn’t realise Applejack had such an...extended family...”
“Oh golly yes!” Braeburn replied excitedly. “Why, we Apples can be found all around Equestria, and we have roots everywhere! But even despite there bein’ so many of us, we never lost touch with our roots, and always hold these reunions and competitions to make sure that bond is never lost.” They soon came across a large field at the edge of the town with several seats and a small modest fence built around it. “Well, this is the place! This is where you and several members of the Apple family will be competin’ to see whose farmin’ skills are the best around!”
Twilight looked around excitedly, her parents smiling at her. She quickly turned to her friends. “This is so exciting I have never competed against other farmers before!”
“Yeah, we’ll be cheering you on.” Rainbow replied.
“And Jackie too!” Fluttershy cheered, spinning excited loops in the air.
The purple unicorn grinned. “Yeah!”
“Now Ya’ll best get yerselves organised,” Braeburn said, “there’s still some time ‘fore the competition starts. Ah suggest settin’ up your accommodations at a hotel and then explore the town a bit. But don’t be too long.”
“It’s perfectly fine,” Night Light replied, “I have already taken care of our accommodations ahead of time, giving us more time to acclimatise ourselves to zis fine town.”
“Alright!” Braeburn shouted excitedly. “Ya’ll take care now and be back here soon!”
“We will!” Twilight said, grinning wide.
Some distance away, watching that very group, were the Bad Apples. The younger ponies stood at either side of their father, sitting on a rocking chair, glaring spitefully, his metal contraption held in his hooves.
“Unicorns, Pa.” The black stallion said.
“Ah noticed, Worm-Eaten.” Rotten spat, polishing his invention. “Cain’t say I was expectin’ th’ world famous Sparkles ta be ‘nvited. But, this ain’t no probl’m. Don’t change the plan none.”
“Shame Granny Smith didn’t come along.” The large, white pony said with a smirk.
Rotten looked at his child, a stern glare in his gaze. “Now ya better not be insinuatin’ ya want my dear Ma anywhere near this fracas. Ah rais’d ya better’n that, Bruised.” His hooves gripped the barrel of his weapon tightly.
“Oh no Pa, sorry Pa.” Bruised Bad Apple answered, sweating nervously. “Was jus’....thinkin’ how we haven’t seen her in ages...”
“Hi!” Twilight greeted. “I was just so caught up in my excitement earlier that I never introduced myself properly! I’m Twilight Sparkle.”
“Hi there!” She grinned wider, waving to the two other ponies. “I hope you do well in the competition!” She turned back to Rotten, looking his gun over with unrestrained glee. “I have never seen something like that before, it looks amazing! What is it exactly?”
Twilight frowned. “Why? And why does everypony else avoid you like the plague?”
“Ya see, Miss Sparkle, Ah can call ya that raight? Anyway, Some years back, I made a decision ta leave home and make somethin’ of mahself, despite mah family’s protests. Of course, once I left, they made it clear I was no longer welcome, and after I grajyated, the rest of mah family turned their backs on me, and Ah ended up setting mahself up in a swamp, an’ lemme tell you-me, t’ain’t nothin’ more detr’mental to farmin’ and business than livin’ on a swamp.”
“I thought you left home to be something other than a farmer?” Twilight asked.
Rotten sat back, sighing. “Ah tried, but Ah failed. I fell back on farmin’ since I did know some skills from my time on th’ family farm. Of course, that didn’t work out. Though whether Ah live’n a swamp cause I’m a bad farmer, or Ah’m a bad farmer cause I live’n a swamp, Ah cain’t say.”
“That doesn’t sound pleasant...” The unicorn lowered her head in sympathy. “Jut name it and I would be willing to help you out in any way possible.”
“No need, Ah came here to deal with all that pers’nally. You just worry about havin’ fun at the comp’tishun and be with yer family an’ friends.”
“Alright.” Twilight smiled at him, but still clearly wanting to help him. “I will. Best of luck at the competition!” She called out as she ran off.
Rotten smirked, folding his forelegs over his chest. “No need ta worry none about that. Not at all.”
Applejack’s eyes were as wide as saucers as her family trotted around, greeting and being greeted by practically every pony they passed. The fashionista was sweating bullets, looking pale.
“Applejack, what’s wrong?” Big Mac said, speaking for the first time since they came here. “You seem nervous.”
“How many relatives do we have!?” She gasped out. “Ah mean, Ah know the Apple Clan is robust, but Ah don’t recognise any of these ponies, and mother and father and Applebloom and even you are greeting them like old friends!”
“They are family Applejack.” The stallion rumbled sternly. “We have known them for a long time, you just never met ‘em on account of you leaving the farm and staying in that gaudy building.”
“gaudy!?” Applejack fumed. “I’ll have you know Carousel Boutique is Ponyville’s best place to find clothing, makeup, hair dressing and supplies, as well as...”
She stopped as her mother glared. “Applejack, we asked you to come all the way here, the least you can do is show your family some respect.”
“I don’t know these ponies!” Applejack hissed.
“Then you will learn to know ‘em.” Hard Cider interjected, his stern gaze kowtowing his daughter and making whatever arguments she had die in her throat.
“Don’t worry sis!” Applebloom grinned cheerfully. “Once the competition starts you’ll see just how great bein’ an Apple really is!”
“That’s exactly what we want, Applejack.” Her mother said. “We don’t want you ending up like your Uncle. It’ll be better once you realise that what you’ve been doing isn’t what you want, or need...”
Applejack bit her lip, trying ahrd not to once again have the tired argument that went nowhere. “Why didn’t Granny Smith come along?”
“Mother is too old for these long trips.” Juicy Apple clarified. “She’d end up hurtin’ herself, and you KNOW she’d insist on competing with us.”
“’s for the best, AJ.” Hard Cider stated, Applebloom looking down sadly as Big Mac shrugged.
Applejack sighed again. “Right...Ah’m just here to help in the competition...”
“That ain’t true!” Big Mac interjected. “Sure you’ll be a big help, and we want to win, but that ain’t why we asked! We invited you here ‘cause you’re family, and we think you need to reconnect with your roots!”
“Ah am here, are Ah not?” The fashionista pointed out. “Is that not enough?”
Her family looked as if theyw ere each going to interject when Braeburn ran up from behind. “Uncle Cider, we’re ready to begin!”
Hard Cider smirked. “Alright, it’s time to win this, and show those Sparkles what bein’ an Apple is all about!”
Applejack didn’t respond as Applebloom cheered excitedly, Big Mac nodded stoically and her mother walked close to her father as they headed towards the arena.
An audience gathered in the makeshift stadium, Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy among them, Pinkamena selling rocks just outside.
“Oh this is so exciting!” Fluttershy squeed, clapping her hooves and bouncing on her seat.
Braeburn and the local Sheriff, Silverstar, stood in front of the crowd, introducing each family in turn, the crowd booing even more as the Sparkles were named.
“Alright everypony, settle down.” Braeburn said placatingly. “We all know the Sparkles, and we all have reasons to not want them here, but they were invited and came all this way, we might as well give them some courtesy.” The crowd quietened down, and Silverstar stepped forward.
“The rules are simple: the competitors will be given a series of challenges, and whoever manages to successfully complete the most within the time limit will be declared the winner and receive a trophy proclaiming them Appleoosa’s Top Farmers, but will also receive a handsome bit prize. Remember, each challenge will have around 1-5 minutes in length, depending on the difficulty of the task.” He turned to the competitors. “Ok, Farmers, get ready for the first challenge!”
He raised his hoof high in the air and several trees on wheeled stands were pushed onto the field, each tree having a large beehive near the top, and large glass jars were placed near each family.
“This challenge is simple: you must harvest the honey from the hives without getting stung by the bees. If you are stung, you will lose the round.”
“Honey!?” Juicy Apple remarked. “When does honey have to do with farming?”
“Ma’am,” Sheriff Silverstar said sternly, “farming isn’t just one darn thing. We know your family are primarily apple farmers, but keep in mind this isn’t an applebucking competition; this is about farming in general. Where do you think we ponies get honey anyway? That the bees just give them to us? If you do not agree with how this competition is run, you may forfeit, unless you wish to talk about this with Deep Roots?”
Juicy and her husband frowned but didn’t object.
“Alright, now BEGIN! You have four minutes!”
Applebloom grinned excitedly and ran headfirst into her familiy’s tree, knocking the beehive off and sending it crashing onto Big Mac, covering him in honey and promptly screaming in pain as the angry bees attacked him. Hard Cider, his wife and Applejack all facehoofed.
Night Light and his wife smiled and stepped forward, their horns glowing, carefully removing only as much honey as they needed without disturbing the bees.
Rotten Bad Apple aimed his blunderbuss high, only to lower it as Worm-Eaten held up his hoof and trotted forward, pulling a banjo out from under his black poncho. He began playing a quick tune, the bees flying out in formation, dumping honey in the Bad Apple’s jar.
Rainbow Dash’s eyes widened. “W-what kind of magic is that!? I thought all Apples were Earth Ponies?”
Fluttershy watched, awestruck and grinning. “He’s not using unicorn magic; he’s just playing on his banjo...”
Several other audience members talked amongst themselves, surprised by this development.
Worm-Eaten smirked, playing one last note, sending the bees back into their hive and putting them to sleep.
“Time’s up!” Braeburn called out.
Those that were not yet finished stopped what they were doing, frowning in defeat. The Bad Apples, The Sparkles and several others held up their jars, showing off the amount they managed to collect. The Ponyville Apples, however, grumbled.
“Well this is a shocker!” Sheriff Silverstar announced. “The Ponyville Apple branch lost the first event, and the Bad Apples and the Sparkles are tied in first place. Following them are the Oranges, the Turnips and the Stalliongrad Apples. Sadly, the Outback Apples, the Dawns and the Grapes haven’t been able to collect any honey. Hopefully the next few rounds will see a turnaround.”
“Yeah go Twilight!” Fluttershy cheered, flying around in their air, seemingly ignoring the other audience members booing at both the unicorns and the Bad Apples.
Outside the ‘stadium’, Pinkamena froze, wide eyed. She quickly grabbed a small sign that read ‘closed’ and ran off.
“Next up, the Apple Clan favourite, Applebucking!” Silverstar called out as again trees were wheeled in, this time various appletrees, and this time one for each individual family member.
“Again, the rules are simple,” Silverstar continued, “just get down as many apples as you can within two minutes. The winner will be the one with the most apples in their basket when time runs out, and the apples must be undamaged, so anything smashed, bruised or split apart will not count. Begin!”
Rotten Bad Apple wasted no time, hefting up his gun and firing away until his tree was nothing but splinters. However, he also hit most of his apples and only one managed to get by undamaged. Worm-Eaten tried the patented Apple Family Applebucking Techinque, resulting in him spraining his back legs. Bruised Bad Apple grinned as they stepped up to their tree, grinning as they raised their left forehoof, punching the tree with incredible strength...and sending it crashing down, half of the apples bruised or smashed by the impact, but the other half unharmed.
The Sparkles calmly lifted every apple from their trees with their telekinesis, gently placing them in their basket.
Hard Cider and Big Mac managed to kick their trees clean of every apple, Juicy Apple managed to get down half and Applebloom couldn’t even get a single apple down from her tree. Applejack nervously stared up at her own tree, gulping as her family urged her on expectantly. She sighed and lightly tapped her hoof against the bark.
“Put some muscle in it girl!” Hard Cider yelled. “We’re runnin’ outta time!”
Applejack sighed and this time hit harder...and screamed as the action injured her leg.
“AHHH!” She screamed. “My hoof! Ah! My hooficure!” She hurridly inspected her injured hoof to see if she had managed to ruin its perectly well groomed appearance. She sighed in relief upon seeing it was undamaged and unruined.
“Time’s Up!” Braeburn called out.”
Silverstar nodded. “The Sparkles win this round again, followed by Stalliongrad, then the Outback, Ponyville, the Turnips, the Dawns, the Grapes and the Bad Apples. The Oranges lose this round, having only gotten two apples down.”
Rainbow rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “That big white pony is certainly a strong one.”
“Oh I think he looks super cuddly!” Fluttershy squeeled.
Bruised Bad Apple glared towards the audience, towards the two pegasi, growling in irritation.
“Now jus’ hold on one second!” Hard Cider called out. “Those unicorns cheated! They used their dang magic to get all the apples!”
“Is it wrong for a pony to use their natural skills to help perform a certain task?” A new voice stated gently.
The apple farmer froze as an elderly, extremely wizened earth pony walked in, hobbling along on a twisted tree branch walking stick. His mane and tail were a light grey, his coat was also a darker grey, but his blue eyes sparkled with wisdom and compassion as he smiled warmly.
“D-Deep Roots!” Hard Cider and several others exclaimed.
The elderly stallion nodded. “Indeed, I wouldn’t miss this for the world. Now, back to your complaint, a farmer must use every method they deem fit to successfully perform their tasks. As unicorns, the Sparkles are blessed with abilities that simplify their work far more than any tool, but using it is not ‘cheating’. After all, you are fine with Rotten Bad Apple’s use of his invention, and his son’s use of his special talent.”
“That’s different!” Hard Cider spat. “They’re kin, and those unicorns are...”
Deep Roots frowned sternly. “My fellow judges agree with me, the Sparkles are allowed to use their magic. If you wish to cause a scene, however, you will be disqualified. Am I clear, Hard Cider?”
The stallion sighed and hung his head low. “Yes, Deep Roots.”
“Good.” The elder grinned happily. “So let’s continue the competition, shall we?”
Rainbow Dash raised a brow at this. “Who is this Deep Roots? He was mentioned earlier...”
“Oh, Ah suppose you wouldn’t know him, not being an Apple an’ all.” An earth pony said from beside Rainbow. “He is the patriarch of the Apple Clan, and every one of us, no matter how distant, can be linked back to him, the stallion who started our family.”
“He...STARTED the Apple Family?” The pegasus’ eyes widened. “But that’d be...How old IS he!?”
“Nopony knows. But he has guided everyone at one point or another, and is extremely wise. He has earned his position as the overall head of the Clan and our most respected and loved relative.”
Fluttershy grinned, sighing in amazement. “I’ll bet he’ll love to hear some of my party ideas!”
“Maybe later Shy,” Rainbow said, a leg over her friend’s shoulder, “right now there’s a bit of a family event going on.”
“Oh, duh!” The yellow Pegasus giggled, sticking out her tongue. “I meant after silly! Only a jerky meanie pants would interrupt a party for their own party!”
Rainbow smiled at that, watching the competition again.
Pinkamena ran down the streets, panting and wild eyed as she scanned her surroundings for an irritating yellow Pegasus who liked to sing. She breathed a sigh of relief upon finding that she was safe and alone, only to get the wind knocked out of her as something big and white crashed into her, knocking her to the ground.
Pinkamena glared up at Rarity, the white unicorn rubbing her short messy mane, grinning in embarrassment. “Hehe, sorry Pinkie, didn’t see ya there.”
‘PInkamena.” The rock farmer growled. “Pink. Ah. Mee. Nah. Got it memorised?”
“Yeah, yeah. Anyway gotta dash I’m late for the competition!” The unicorn hurriedly ran off through the middle of the town.
As the events continued, the Ponyville Apples had managed to crawl up the standings and were now head to head with the Sparkles, the other families jockeying for their positions, the Bad Apples Floundering in last place.
“Now then!” SIlverstar announced. “This round will show how good you are at taking care of produce in order to sell it, as well just how well you can grow something. All you need do is bring out something you brought over for the judges. This time, you will have all the time you need. Begin!”
The competitors all gathered together various items, some fruits, some vegetables, ready to present them to the judges. Hard Cider put on a brown Stetson, smirking towards the Sparkles as his wife handed a nervous Applejack a jar of Zap Apple Jam.
“You may have gotten very lucky, but naturally, our Zap Apple Jam will win us the competition.” He turned, frowning at Applejack. “Surely our daughter can prove not to mess up this time.”
Applejack winced, Applebloom and Big Mac frowning in shame as her parents glared disappointedly. She stepped forward, lifted the jar to the judges and...
Blinked, frozen in place as the jar shattered and jam covered hers and the judges’ faces. Several other contestants cried out as their own samples were blown to smithereens after a gunshot rang out each time.
“ROTTEN BAD APPLE!” Deep Roots shouted disapprovingly. “You will stop this lunacy at once!”
Rotten chuckled as his children stood by him with wicked smirks. “Well Ah cain’t exactly prees’nt anything to yew, Deep Roots sir, on accounnt of mah bein’ such an awful farmer. ‘S only fairs that everypony else suffer th’ same handeecap.” He spread his forelegs out in a shrug, smirking like the kid who stole the pie from the windowsill.
“The Bad Apples are disqualified for disorderly conduct.” Deep Roots stated. “I will not tolerate anypony, not even family, disrupting our event.”
“Welp, not like we were winnin’ anyways. Let’s go.” Rotten chuckled as his two children followed him as they left the stadium.
“Zat vas uncalled for.” Night Light said with a raised brow. “Surely he knew doing zat vould result in instant disqualification.”
“I’m sure he had good reasons, Dad.” Twilight offered. “I talked to him before; he didn’t seem to be a bad pony.”
“You hear that!” Hard Cider yelled out. “They’re defendin’ the Bad Apples! They’re prob’ly in cahoots! Why we oughta..”
“Cider.” Deep Root breathed. “Do not cause a fuss, or you’ll end like Rotten and his kin. Understood?”
“....Crystal.”
The wizened pony smiled and turned to the Sparkles. “I assume you were the only ones Rotten didn’t sabotage just now.”
Twilight’s mother sighed. “We...were not familiar with how this event is run. We didn’t prepare anything in advance. I am sorry.”
“Hah! You ain’t so special after all!” Applebloom pointed at the Sparkles as several Apples laughed cruelly.
“Ve never said ve vere.” Night Light replied, smiling gently. “All farmers, all PONIES, can suffer bad luck or poor planning at the best of times.”
“Wait we do have something!” Twilight grinned and ran over to the judges, showing off simple overalls she was wearing. “We save a ton of money making our own clothes! See? Real, genuine cotton!”
Deep Roots raised a brow. “You farm cotton?”
“Oh we farm lots of things! Wool, cotton, fruits, vegetables, and many besides! We pride ourselves of being prepared to cater to everypony!”
Deep Roots rubbed his chin, smirking. “Hmm...Quite interesting...”
“But that don’t count!” Big Mac interjected. “You can’t eat it!”
Silverstar gazed back. “And where does it say a farmer only farms food?”
Deep Roots nodded. “Very true. Living off the land takes more than being able to grow fruits or vegetables. It means being able to think about how to use everything else nature gives us. The Sparkles win this round, followed by the Apples.”
Twilight grinned wide. “Yay!”
“You’re letting us win?” Applejack asked, puzzled.
“While the jar may have been destroyed, you did manage to present your product to us, and we were able to sample, albeit...in an unconventional manner.” Deep Roots chuckled. “Now then, I believe it’s on to the next and final round.”
There was much cheering as the contestants were directed back to their initial positions.
“Now then, in the end, farming comes down to one thing. And in this one thing, this final challenge will test you to the fullest. And, thus, I ask you now, Kin, visitors, to do one thing.” Deep Roots cleared his throat and leaned spoke softly but was still able to be heard.
“Dig a hole.”
Applebloom tilted her head. “What.”
Rainbow Dash blinked from up in the stand. “What.”
Fluttershy laughed, twisting around in the air mirthfully
“That’s easy!” someone shouted out.
Deep Roots chuckled. “OH? Then surely our competitors can do quite well. So then...whoever has dug the largest whole in oh say 4 minutes wins.”
The each team was given a shovel, except the Sparkles, who declined, instead setting to work taking something out of a bag, constructing a large, complex machine.
“They ain’t prepared to give produce,” Juicy Apple yelled incredulously, “but theya re prepared to build THAT monstrosity!?”
“Um, father, mother?” Applejack asked. “Aren’t you taking all this a little harshly? They are not really bad ponies...”
“Why are you on their side anyway!?” Applebloom shouted out. “You’re supposed to be helpin’ us, we’re your family! You’re my big sis, you’re supposed to be the one who helped us win!” The filly started to cry. “But instead all ya’ve done is make us look like idiots and let THEM win! Don’t ya love us, AJ!? Aren’t ya supposed to always be there for us!?”
Applejack sighed, and began to speak when her father interrupted her.
“Now’s not the time!” Hard Cider shouted, digging furiously, sweat pouring down his brow. “We gotta win! We gotta win! Jus’ once, we gotta beat those Sparkles!”
Big Mac hopped into the hole, helping his father dig as Applejack watched with a frown on her delicate features.
The other families worked hard as the Sparkles used their magic to power their machine as it dug incredibly rapidly within seconds.
“Time’s up!” Silverstar shouted after some time had passed, the respective families stopping.
The judges looked over the holes. It was clear to all who had won yet again.
“You cheatin’ no good varmints!” Juicy Apple shouted. “That there hunka junk is the most blatant cheatin’ Ah’ve ever did see!”
Twilight looked down, turning to ehr father. “Did we really?”
Night Light sighed, shaking his head. “Ve vere just told to dig a hole as fast as possible, nopony said how ve could go about zat.”
“Not to mention that this isn’t so much dirt as bedrock.” Twilight’s mother added. “We would’ve had a difficult time digging with only a shovel.”
“But you till had an unfair advantage.” Big Mac said, stepping forward. “We were all utilising our own strength and ponypower, while you just used that machine and your magic. You didn’t even work up a sweat!”
Twilight back up as the other competitors gathered together, rallying behind the Apples into a mob out for blood. Her parents stood resolute, turning to the Judges.
“I apologise for not zinking about ze rules more carefully.” The stallion stated. “On behalf of my family, we are prepared for any disciplinary actions you wish to take on us.”
All eyes turned to the judges, particularly Deep Roots. The elder stallion opened his eyes, looking towards Sheriff SIlverstar.
The Sheriff nodded and turned to the competitors. “The Sparkles have done nothing wrong. They win the round, and the competition.”
Hard Cider slammed his hoof into the ground. “WHAT!?”
Deep Roots nodded. “Tell me, was it difficult digging into the ground? And in such a short amount of time?”
Several of the competitors asserted that yes this was true.
“I...may have had some difficulty, even with Big Mac’s help.” Hard Cider conceded.
“Now tell me...” Deep Roots continued. “What did this round have to do with farming?”
Big Mac raised a brow. “You sayin’ there was some other meanin’ behind this challenge?”
“Deep Roots nodded, and opened his mouth to speak, when a white unicorn came barreling in dramatically.
“WAIT!!!” Rarity yelled out.
Rainbow Dash flew over to her friend. “Oh, where have you been Rarity?”
“I was asleep on the train!” The unicorn shouted. “It’s a good thing it was going anywhere today cause everyone was out here for the competition, or else i would’ve been who knows where!”
Rainbow blushed and looked away sheepishly. “Hehe sorry I guess we kinda...forgot about you due to well...a lot of things.”
“You FORGOT about me!?” Rarity’s eye twitched. “Some friend YOU are!” She folded her forelegs, harrumphing.
“Don’t worry Rares!” Fluttershy called out as she joined them. “I’ll throw you a big ‘Rarity is our bestest friend’ party ever!”
“Now, excuse me,” the three mares turned towards Deep Roots, who walked over to them slowly, “but is there a reason you came here so late and interrupted us before we decided on the winner?”
“Oh right! I almost forgot!” Rarity’s expression became much more fearful. “We have to evacuate the town! Call the Royal Guard! Duck and Cover!”
“And why should we do that?” Hard Cider said irritably.
That was when everyone noticed the ground rumbling as the sound of many rapid footsteps grew louder.
“STAMPEDE!!” Rarity and Fluttershy shouted, the latter with utter glee, earning a mild glare from Rainbow.
Author's Note
Ok I have some ground to cover here I think.
I had planned on making the actual competition longer, but I was tired, and I couldn’t think of any other events. This of course does mean that precious time to develop the Bad Apples as well as the Apples themselves went nowhere. I’m also unsure about having the Sparkles win every event onscreen, for fear of it making it seem like they’re mary sues or somesuch.
And I was going to have Deep Roots proclaim the winner as well as explain a bit more about why he’s ok with how the Sparkles do things, but I planned on saving that for the climax, so I decided to segue it into something else I ahd planned for this story.
Hope you all enjoyed it and please comment!
A low rumbling resounded through the small town. Dust and rocks shook as the wooden buildings clattered, many almost brought to collapsing and tumbleweeds...tumbled, but much more bouncily.
The driver for the train looked out the window of the machine, eyes widening as he saw what was heading towards him. He quickly leapt out the window and hide in the local saloon, not a minute after the train and several of its cars were knocked off the tracks and sent flying as a five or six buffalo stampeded into town.
Just nearby, Rotten Bad Apple and his kin watched from the top of a building, the patriarch laying back on a sunbathing chair.
“Well now, it’s showtime.” Rotten sneered. He nodded to Worm-Eaten, who jumped off the roof and onto the back of one of the buffalo, unnoticed as it tore down the streets.
Sheriff Silverstar set about calming various panicking ponies as the sounds of the stampede drew nearer, which was not an easy task. Deep Roots frowned as he turned to the competitors.
“My deepest apologies, but it would appear we will have to postpone the declaration of the winner of this year’s competition.” He lowered his head. “I am deeply sorry, truly I am.”
“Come on everypony!” Hard Cider called out. “We Apples know how to deal with a stampede!”
“Ve vould also like to assist, if we can.” Night Light offered.
“We don’t need your kind of help!” Big Mac shouted, pressing his face close to Night Light’s. “All you’ve done is made the rest of us look bad in front of our family!” he opened his mouth to say more, only for Applejack to pull him over with a hard glare of her own.
“Now see here! You may be my brother, but are you SERIOUSLY declining a unicorn’s offer to help us!? Their magic should be of a better advantage here than anything else we could do, and we need all the help we can get!” The fashionista panted, her gaze holding her brother in place.
“Applejack!” Juicy Apple stomped a hoof. “That is no way to talk to yer brother!”
“Why do ya keep sidin’ with those ponies!?” Applebloom exclaimed. “They’re driving down our business! The farm is in a lot of trouble!”
“That’s right!” Hard Cider added. “We need as much we can get, but those Sparkles’ keep takin’ away our customers!”
Applejack sighed, her gaze stern. “First of all, the farm is fine, nopony seems to be starving and everything seems to be in good shape. Secondly, Ah only came here because you said you desperately needed my help, and because Bloom and Mac asked me. I was under the impression you genuinely needed my assistance. However, you pushed me to compete in events Ah was ill-prepared for and offered no assistance of your own. Thirdly, Ah will stand by my friends and those they care about, including their families and friends, especially if they are offering to help in a CRISIS. Or did you forget that a stampede IS ACTUALLY DANGEROUS AND AH CANNOT BELIEVE YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY TRIED TO GET BLOOM SOMEHWERE SAFE!” She snorted, teeth gritting at that last part.
“But Ah wanna help too!” the filly objected.
Applejack’s gaze softened. “Bloom, Ah know you’re too young to understand this, but you got to remember one thing: no matter how Ah act around others, who Ah ‘side’ with on certain matters, you are my little sister and Ah will always love you. And as such, Ah am trusting our brother and our parents to make sure you stay safe.”
Hard Cider opened his mouth a few times and raised his hoof, but sighed. “Alright, yer right.” He glared at Night Light. “But the moment this dang stampede is over with, I’m takin’ ya down, Unicorn.” He turned around as Big Mac began to escort a protesting Apple Bloom to their hotel room.
That was when one of the train carriages fell down from sky and near the stands.
The ponies in the stands leapt from their seats and ran in a mad panic, some being scattered as massive, angry buffalo tore through the wooden seats started rampaging around the plain.
“Everypony evacuate!” Sheriff Silverstar shouted, leading most of the civilians away from the rampage as others either ran in fear or got knocked to the ground.
Rainbow Dash fired blasts of magic at the buffalo to keep them at bay and drive them away from the town, while Hard Cider and Juicy Apple worked together to hogtie the legs of the rampaging beasts, the Sparkles using their own magic to set up barricades to keep the buffalo from returning into the town streets.
“Help. Save me. SOS.” Pinkamena dryly stated, her tail caught in the horn of a buffalo, seemingly unnoticed by the angry creature. Rarity chased after, trying to sue her magic to help untangle the pink rock farmer from afar, though her inexperience with suing magic was making her efforts difficult.
Fluttershy meanwhile giggled excitedly as she flew around, examining the buffalo, scaring a few with her unusual behaviour and causing them to crash to the ground.
Applejack looked around at the chaos, looking nervous and apprehensive, trying to decide how she could help anyone and who exactly she should help. Her friends? Her family? She couldn’t fight, she wasn’t strong enough to take down a buffalo, and she couldn’t make a lasso to save her life, let alone throw one with the skill and accuracy of her parents. She was starting to feel useless. She looked up as she felt a hoof on her shoulder.
“Look AJ,” Big Mac said as he stood close to his sister, Applebloom on his back, “Ah know you wanna help, Ah do, you’ve always prided yerself on helpin’ ponies whenever you can, but you’ll just be in the way. Everypony else got it covered, so just come with me an’ Applebloom to somewhere safe.”
“Ah...you’re right, Macintosh, but still...” The fashionista looked down shamefully. “What good is it being the ‘element of loyalty’ if I can’t even decide who I can be loyal to...or even be able offer anything beyond fashion tips...?”
“That’s why we wanted ya to come home!” Applebloom shouted. “Yer wastin’ yer time on that stupid dressin’ up stuff, you should be with us, helpin’ on the farm, buildin’ up yer strength so ya can help in the hard times!”
“Applebloom that’s enough.” Big Mac scolded, causing the filly to shrink back a little. “AJ’s been yelled at and scolded enough. Ah miss her too, but she’ll never come home if’n we treat her like Uncle Rotten.”
“But she’s just like Uncle Rotten!” Applebloom argued.
The stallion glared, disappointment and anger in his eyes. “Don’t you ever say that again. Don’t you ever compare yer sister, yer own flesh n’ blood, to that cantankerous, mean spirited jerk.”
“But they are! They both turned their backs on our family jus’ so they could do somethin’ useless and stupid!”
Applejack frowned, her features stern. “Bloom, do not say that. Ah am persuing my dream, there is nothing wrong with that. Besides, I am able to make a fair living.”
“yeah, but it ain’t what ya supposed to be doin’!” Applebloom interjected. “Pa says so himself: yer an Apple, which means yer supposed to be on th’ farm with yer family not livin’ by yerself tryin’ to act like those prissy unicorns in Canterlot, or those Sparkles!”
“You can say whatever you like about me, but don’t you ever such awful things about Twilight or her family!” Applejack shouted. “You don’t even know them, just what FATHER and MOTHER say about them!”
“Uh girls...” Big Mac tried to interrupt.
“They are ruinin’ our lives!” the filly shouted back. “They’re gonna drive us out of our home and steal all of our business! They’re nothin’ but mean ol’ unicorn snobs who don’t care what happens to other ponies!”
“Stop saying unicorn like it’s a slur! They are not bad ponies, mother and father are just bad businessponies!”
“You sayin’ ma an’ pa are dumb!?”
“Are you suggesting that being a unicorn makes one a bad pony!?”
“WHY CAN’T YOU UNDERSTAND HOW SELFISH YOU’RE BEING!?” Both sisters shouted at each other, blinking as their ears pricked up as they heard the playing of banjo music.
“The hay?” Applejack wondered, looking upwards.
“Where’s that music comin’ from?” Applebloom asked, turning her head in the same direction.
As the sisters looked up, they saw a massive buffalo standing over them, its eyes glassy and filled with a swirling spiral as Worm-Eaten Bad Apple sat on its back, playing on his banjo.
“Well howdy,” the black-coated stallion greeted with a nasty smirk, “seems you folks havin’ a bit of a communication issue. This place ain’t safe to be havin’ an argument, certainly not for a little filly such little Bloomy.” His smirk widened into a grin, baring his yellow teeth. “Lemme take her off yer hands, if’n ya wouldn’t mind.”
Big Mac snorted, turning to face the other stallion with a hard glare. “Shoulda known you Bad Apples had somethin’ to do with this.”
“MACINTOSH!” Applejack shouted in shock, looking up at the retreating Bad Apple in anger, eyes widening as she noticed her younger sister in the stallion’s grasp. “Bloom!”
“AJ!” The filly called out fearfully. “Help me!” she was silenced as Worm-Eaten wrapped a gag over her muzzle.
“Ah, shaddup ya lil brat.” Worm-Eaten commented harshly as she continued to play his banjo.
Applejack growled and gave chase, only to be freeze in her tracks as Braeburn ran in front of her.
“Eep!” The fashionista yelped.
“What they hay is goin’ on here!?” Braeburn asked, looking confused and scared.
“Wha...Where have you been!? Ah thought you were still here with the judges!”
“Sorry! I had to...well, ya know...go to th’ li’l colt’s room...but that ain’t important right now! What’s with all this ruckus and craziness!?”
Applejack sighed, calming herself. “A stampede of buffalos ran through the town, and they look very angry for some reason. And Worm-Eaten was riding one of them, and he just kidnapped Applebloom!”
“WHAT!?” The stallion exclaimed in shock. “THAT...Ah mean, how could this have happened!? And today of all days!?”
“Look, we don’t have time to get in a panic, first Ah need to go save Applebloom,” Applejack pointed behind herself as her friends and family fought the stampede, “you should go over there and help protect the town.”
“Sh-shouldn’t Ah go help you though?”
The mare shook her head. “Ah’m afraid not, darling. You’re the deputy sheriff, your responsibility is the protection of the town first and foremost, plus I need somepony to tell everypony else what happened.”
Braeburn nodded slowly, uncertainly. “A-alright...Ah’ll do that. Jus...Jus be careful.”
Applejack nodded and ran down the road, following where she last saw Worm-Eaten ride off. Braeburn ran towards the plain, where only a few buffalo remained, running around wildly.
Night Light and his wife panted, Twilight collapsed on her mother’s back, exhausted, their magic resources dwindling. They were knocked over like bowling balls as Hard Cider and his wife were thrown into them by one of the last remaining Buffalo, which was being chased by Fluttershy, who tried to grab a nonchalant Pinkamena from its horn.
“Fluttershy,” Pinkamena stated dully, “I will give you so much bits not to rip me off this thing and tear my tail off and make me shout in a comical fashion.”
“Awww, how’d you guess my plan?” The Pegasus pouted.
“Pinkie sense.” The pink mare answered simply. Her eyes widened and she yelled out as the buffalo’s scalp fell off, sending her crashing into Fluttershy, causing the Pegasus to crash to the ground.
“What the hay?” Pinkamena got up, lifting the horn stuck in her tail, along with the entire face of a buffalo. “A mask...?”
The ‘buffalo’ in question roared, charging into the derelict, overturned train, pushing its hooves against the metal. There was a nasty, grinding sound as it pushed the train up the road at an incredible speed, towards the horizon.
Rainbow Dash looked around, noting that all the other Buffalo had been stopped in their tracks. “...so, we won?”
Hard Cider got up with a scowl, grunting in pain as he pushed on he cracked his back with hooves. “Ah sure don’t feel like we won.”
“Does it matter?” Juicy Apple retorted gruffly, shaking her head clear.
“Whoo!” Fluttershy cheered as she shot up into the air. “That was fun!” She giggled as everyone else glared at her or looked at her oddly.
“Terrible news!”
The gathered ponies turned to look at Braeburn, who ran over with an urgent look on his features.
Appleack looked around the town, panting. She had ran through the streets for a while, and still saw no sign of Worm-Eaten, the buffalo or ehr sister.
“Ah never realised how BIG this town was...where did they go?” Her ears perked up as she heard a loudly, metallic grinding noise. She turned her head and screamed as she saw a massive...thing rushing towards her, sparks flying around from underneath it.
“Well that is certainly peculiar...” She noted with a raised brow. After the...whatever it was left, she moved forward, looking around, sighing in defeat as she slumped to the ground. “Ah’m sorry Applebloom...Ah’m sorry I failed you...” Tears fell down her snout and she sat like that for a while before some ponies came towards. She felt hooves on over her shoulders as her father called out from a short distance.
“it’s ok Applejack,” Rainbow Dash said as she held her friend in a gentle embrace, “we’re gonna help.”
Rotten Bad Apple tapped his blunderbuss against his hip, whistling in approval as he looked up at the train that Bruised Bad Apple managed to bring for him.
“Now that’s a mighty fine piece of engineerin’ right there!” He grinned up at Bruised. “You made your ol’ pa right pleased, Bruisey.”
He walked over and pulled out a set of tools. “Jus’ need some minor adjustments, an’ we’ll be good to go.”
“Hey! Lemme go!”
The other stallion turned to look as Worm-Eaten tossed a struggling Applebloom into a small cage and locked it.
“When my Pa hears about this you’ll be sorry!” Applebloom threatened, her hooves gripping the bars tightly.
Rotten chuckled. “Oh ya poor thing. We only brought ya here to keep ya safe.”
“Keep me safe?” The filly blinked.
“Thass right, ya see, Appleoosa isn’t a safe place right now. Why, by sundown, the entire town will be overrun with stampedin’ buffalo angry at the farmers, and they’re so enraged they’ll most likely tear the town apart.” He chuckled sardonically.
“But...why ain’t you gonna do anythin’ if’n you know about this!?” Applebloom asked, shocked at ehr uncle’s seeming apathy for the well being of their family.
The older stallion stopped laughing, his expression, frowning scornfully. “Cause it’s all part of the plan.” He smiled kindly at her. “Now don’t you worry none, lil Bloomy, you’ll be nice and safe here, with us, away from it all. We’ll take good care of you.”
Bruised lifted up the cage and walked off, carrying and Applebloom in their hooves. “But for now, you’re gonna keep nice an’ quiet with the other hostages, if’n ya know what’s good fer ya.”
A gunshot rang out, Bruised staring at a small crater just beside them that was still smoking.
“Ah will not have mah kin talk to their family like that.” Rotten Bad Apple said warningly. “An’ ‘specially not to a child. Yer scarin’ the poor thing.”
“S-sorry pa...” The larger pony sweated nervously, walking slowly, holding the cage far more carefully as they left.
“Good.” Rotten blew the smoke off from his blunderbuss’ barrel, turning back to the train. “Whelp, best get to work fore’n my brother-in-law and th’ rest show up.”
“Pa, how do we even know they’ll even come?” Worm-Eaten asked, strumming his banjo as he laid against the rock wall of their hideout.
His father smirked. “Well, Bloom is Cider and Sis’ daughter, and a child no less, not to mention how hung up they are on the whole ‘family sticks togetehr’ thing. Big Mac’d help too, if’n you didn’t clobber him bad enough, which Ah hope fer your sake ya didn’t. AJ is not only loyal, but loves her siblings more’n anyone, so she’ll definitely try and help out. Her friends on the other hoof will probably help out too, seein’ as they came all this way to support her an’ all. The Sparkles strike me as the sort who’d care about this sorta thing even if it doesn’t concern em, so they’ll tag along too. And Braeburn will come along, seein’ as he’s the deputy an’ all.”
“An’ you said we gotta be careful of that there blue Pegasus, right?”
Rotten nodded. “Yep. She’s pr’bly the most dangerous one, seein’ as she’s Rainbow Dash.”
The younger stallion quirked a brow, halting hsi strumming. “Who?”
“Rainbow Dash, top graduate of Canterlot’s University of Magic, an’ the Element of Magic. She’s perty famous for bein’ the first Pegasus to be able to use unicorn magic, not to mention takin’ down Nightmare Moon herself AND Celestia’s personal student.”
Worm-Eaten’s jaw fell slack, his eyes wide. “A-are ya fer real!?”
“Mhmmm.” Rotten replied with a slow, curt nod. “That’s why our priority is takin’ her and the unicorns down. We can handle a few earth pones and a Pegasus jus’ fine, but unicorns and a magic prodigy? That’ll be tricky.”
Worm-Eaten regained his composure, frowning grimly. “You can count on me, Pa.”
“Good boy. Now, gimme some time to work on this here machine while we wait.” The stallion walked over to train and began to demonstrate his special talent.
Author's Note
Was going to make this a little longer, but for certain reasons decided not to, which will likely be clear next chapter.
The Sparkles, The Apples and the other ponies from Ponyville gathered in the street of Appleoosa along with Deputy Braeburn, Sheriff Silverstar and Deep Roots, discussing what to do about the Bad Apples.
“So,” Deep Roots began, “not only must we worry about a potential buffalo stampede in the future, but now a young filly has been kidnapped by members of our own family for who knows what reason.” He sighed. “This day started so promising as well...”
“We can’t simply drop everythin’ to help find one lost foal.” Sheriff Silverstar added. “After all, like Deep Roots said, it’s likely those buffalo will attack again and in greater numbers.”
“Well then it’s obvious what we do then.” Rainbow Dash said. “Me and my friends, along with the Apples and the Sparkles will split up and search the area for any sign of the Bad Apples and slash or Applebloom, and then we’ll use a signal to get everyone together once we found them.”
Deep Roots shook his head. “Two flaws in that plan: one, you’d need a signal that wouldn’t catch the attention of the Bad Apples. We can’t be too careful here, after all; the safety of a child is on the line. And even if you were able to make one in a quick, inconspicuous manner, you cannot guarantee that everypony would see it.”
“Besides,” Hard Cider interjected, “we ain’t trustin’ the safety of our daughter to the hooves of some random strangers OR our worst enemies.” He punctuated that last part with a spiteful glare at Night Light, who simply frowned in concern.
“Two,” Deep Roots continued, “the area outside Appleoosa is quite large, and there are very few landmarks. You could easily get lost or worse, not to mention you would have no idea where to start looking.”
“So what do you suggest we do?” Rarity said, concern etched on her features. “I’d hate to think what that poor little filly is thinking, alone and in the clutches of a group of bad ponies.”
“My Deputy, Braeburn, has tracking as his special talent. He could find anypony anywhere.” Sheriff Silverstar pointed to the stallion in question who nodded sheepishly.
“Ah would be lyin’ if Ah said it would be easy.” Bareburn admitted. “But, Ah do feel responsible...after all, it is mah Pa that raised this trouble.”
Hard Cider nodded. “Alright then, we’ll leave Big Mac at the clinic to let him recuperate while we go with Braeburn and find our daughter.”
“Ah will come along as well.” Applejack interjected. “She is my younger sister, Ah’d go anywhere for her.” She looked to her parents. “And Ah will not see you objecting to it, either.”
“Actually, we’re glad.” Juicy Apple admitted. “Despite everythin’ that’s been goin’ on...and the way you act...you’re still an Apple through and through.”
“We’ll come along too.” Rainbow Dash said. “Applejack is our friend, we always got her back.”
“Are ya crazy?” Hard Cider said. “Applejack is our daughter, family, and this is none of your concern!”
“I’m one of the top graduates of Canterlot Magic Academy.” Rainbow Dash pointed out. “I’m sure I know a spell or two that can help. Plus I can fly and provide valuable recon.”
“Magic...?” Juicy Apple glared. “You’re a Pegasus!”
Rainbow glared her wings glowing with magical power, earning gasps of surprise from several ponies and a fascinated look from Deep Roots. “I could shoot off a blast if you’d prefer.”
“I think that will be proof enough.” Deep Roots replied. “I do however wish to ask you more about...that when we have less pressing matters to deal with.”
“I’d like nothing better from such an experienced stallion.” The blue Pegasus smiled back, giving a quick polite bow.
“Fine, the blue one can come.” Hard Cider relented, gazing across the others. “But the rest of ya can but out!”
“Do you know proper first aid?” Rarity asked, holding up her backpack. “I have plenty of supplies in case there is a medical problem of any sort! Well, as long as it’s not something too serious...”
“I can help back up Braeburn with my Pinkie Sense.” Pinkamena said, earning confused looks from everyone. “Long story. One I will divulge later, possibly.”
Juicy sighed and turned to Fluttershy. “Aren’t you going to give us a reason to let you help too?”
The yellow Pegasus giggled and shook her head. “Nope! Well...other than comic relief of course!”
“Fine, fine just...do what you want...” Juicy replied, slumping in defeat.
Twilight stepped forward, only to be pushed back roughly by Hard Cider.
“YOU and yer family can butt out!” The earth stallion said harshly. “We don’t need you VULTURES buttin’ in and causin’ trouble!”
“NO!” Hard Cider snapped. “No more machines! No more magic! We got that Pegasus and that other unicorn, WE DON’T! NEED! YOU!”
“Cider, Enough.”
The earth stallion and his wife widened their eyes in surprise, looking up at Deep Roots who frowned disapprovingly.
“The Sparkles have done absolutely nothing wrong, all you have done is needlessly antagonise them all day.” The wizened stallion said quietly, calmly, commandingly. “I will discuss this later, as it seems many things will be, but right now your daughter is in serious danger, and it would be wise to have all the help available. If you turn away that unicorn’s help out of stubborn pride and spite, you will have much worse to fear.” He leaned in closer, giving the earth couple a good look into his eyes. “Let the Sparkles help.”
“But...”
“DO IT.” For a brief moment Deep Roots’ face twisted in anger, but had just as quickly returned to his grandfatherly expression of concern. “Please.”
Hard Cider and his wife shook, nodding, Rainbow Dash and the others also staring in surprise. “A-alright...w-whatever ya say, D-Deep Roots...”
Twilight smiled at the old stallion and stood with the group, tilting her head as her parents walked towards Deep Roots.
“You’re not coming?” Twilight asked.
“Ve vould,” Night Light said, looking down, “but you have plenty of ponies anyvay, ve vould only get in the vay.”
“So we’re staying here to help if the buffalo do attack again.” Twilight’s Mother continued.
Deep Roots smiled. “It is very much appreciated.”
Hard Cider glared at the elder Sparkles. “Don’t think this means we ain’t done a’feudin’. We jus’ got more important things to deal with.” He turned to Braeburn, pointedly looking away from the rest of the group, his wife beside him. “Lead the way.”
“On it!” Braeburn smiled, looking to the horizon for a moment before running off, the others following after him.
Applebloom looked around herself. She was in a dark, damp cave, surrounded by cages containing creatures larger than her, ones she wasn’t familiar with. She felt alone and scared and wished somepony was here, anypony. Even her dumb, mean sister.
She looked to her side, the smallest of the caged creatures stood about as tall as her sister, cowering back but still looking defiant.
“Why ya lookin’ at me like that fer?” Applebloo asked, returning the glare a little. “Ah ain’t done nothin’ to ya.”
“You are a pony.” The creature, and Applebloom realised that it was a girl from her voice, said. “All ponies ever do is make life harder for us Buffalo.”
“Hey Ah just got here!” The filly said, pressing her face against the bars of her cage, facing the young buffalo. “Ah got nothin’ to do with ya or whatever problems yer havin’!”
“You are a pony, which means you are! For years my tribe has stampeded through the plains, a safe place where no one could hurt us and we hurt no one, but then pony settlers came and filled the plains with buildings and trees, making it harder and less safe to stampede! We tried to reason with them, tried to make it clear we needed those grounds; that it was part of our traditions spanning generations, but they denied us the right to stampede, our right to follow the traditions of our ancestors!”
“Well Ah have nothin’ to do with that!” Applebloom retorted. “Ah don’t really get it, but it sounds like a lot of dumb grown up stuff! Ah don’t care about yer traditions, if’n yer talkin’ about Appleloosa, it’s a nice place and home to most of mah family, and they’re all really nice ponies too!”
“Those ‘nice ponies’ treat us like fools, like our opinions don’t matter!” The buffalo stomped her hoof, snorting angrily. “They took our homes in the name of ‘progress’, saying their traditions are more important than our own!” She started to cry. “Many of us, myself included, grew up on those plains, and you ponies stole it from us!”
Applebloom frowned, the buffalo’s words making her think of her own home, and how her ma and pa told her they might lose it if those mean unicorns kept stealing their business. “M-maybe...maybe yer right, MAYBE, but surely you could’ve talked about it?”
“When we came home after our yearly pilgrimage, to continue our traditional stampede, we instead run through a blockade of massive apple trees, many of us were injured, including my father! Those ponies ignored our pleas as we tried to explain what happened, and instead accused us of being thieves and ran us out! We tried many times to negotiate, but then you ponies attack us! And now look where we are! In cages, trapped...unable to see our loved ones...” The young buffalo fell to her knees, trying hard to stop herself from crying.
Applebloom shook, take a big gulp. “Th-that may be...b-but you’re not helpin’ yer case, attackin’ Appleoosa an’ all...”
“What!?” The buffalo got up, glaring incredulously into the filly’s eyes. “My people would never do that!”
“But they did! I was there when they attacked, before those mean ol’ Bad Apples kidnapped me and locked me in here!”
“Now, ‘fore ya’ll go a hootin’ an’ a hollerin’, mind if I join in yer little discussion?”
The two prisoners froze, turning to look at their captor: Rotten Bad Apple, sitting on a rocking chair, his gun on lying against his shoulder.
Applebloom slammed her hooves against the cage. “Let me outta here! When Ma an’ Pa an’ Big Mac get here...”
“Now Ah can’t, in good conscience, allow ya to leave here Applebloom.” Rotten said, cutting her off. “Ah had mah boy bring ya here so you wouldn’t get hurt. Town’s not a safe place for such a little’un, ‘specially not one that’s about ta be stampeded through.”
“Enough lies!” The buffalo said angrily. “We may have our grievances with your kind, but we wouldn’t simply go that far!”
“Perhaps not.” Rotten conceded with a shrug. “Certainly, ya’ll would try an’ fight back, but only if you had a proper push an’ motivation. Especially not with th’ way things were. An’ even if ya’ll did get the urge to fight, Ah’m sure ya’ll would stop in yer tracks if somethin’ as ridiculous as say apple pies were thrown at ya, probably stop jus’ cause they taste so dang good.” He grinned widely, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Course, that’d change some if th’ ponies, say, kidnapped their women and children while they slept. PARTICULARLY th’ Chief’s precious li’l daughter.” He chuckled nastily in the young buffalo’s face. “Why, they’d be so blind with rage, they might do anythin’ just to get back at the mean ol’ ponies and save the hostages, even perhaps stampede through the very town that they know is home to said ponies and has been the cause of so many problems for their people.”
The buffalo stared, wide eyed. “No...they wouldn’t...”
“Ah see yer workin’ it all out in that noggin of yours.” The stallion lay abck into his chair. “Ya’ll may hate those ponies, but ya’ll don’t want yer people to hurt anyone an’ vilify themselves. Not to mention all the sociological, political problems that could arise. Worst case scenario, the buffalo get taken down by the authorities, heck, maybe even the royal guard themselves. Not like they have anythin’ better to do.”
Applebloom looked back and forth between them. “But...nopony in Appleoosa would do any of that to the buffalo...”
Rotten chuckled, snapping his hoof and pointing it at the filly. “’Sactly! An’ that wouldn’t do at all, so,” he pointed to the various cages behind Applebloom and the young buffalo, “we decided to make sure somepony did.”
Applebloom gasped, staring up at him. “You did it. You kidnapped the buffalo mares. But...why?”
Rotten’s face darkened, his mood souring. “Cause Ah ain’t lettin’ go of this grudge anytime soon, an’ EVERYONE in Appleoosa is gonna pay.” He smiled. “But yer just a kid, Ah had to protect ya, teach ya right, where yer parents failed ta. Ah’m yer Uncle, after all.”
“Yer no Uncle of mine!” The filly shot back, tears in her eyes. “S-Somepony like you, who’d...who’d do this, who’d knowingly do somethin’ like this to hurt mah family...and hurt sompony else’s family...ain’t no family of mine!”
“Ya say that now, but soon you’ll change yer tune.” He got up, heading back to the huge monstrosity dominating the middle of the hideaway. “Now, if’n you’ll excuse me, Ah have some work to finish. Nice chattin’ with ya.”
As he walked away, Applebloom looked over at the buffalo girl, who had slumped onto her belly, her long thin legs sticking out through the bars. The filly gulped and reached out, taking her hoof into her own. The buffalo blinked and looked up at the filly, the both of them staring into each other’s tearful faces.
Though Braeburn got turned around sometimes, Pinkamena’s help allowed them to find where the Bad Apples were likely hiding: a large, mountainous plateau just a short distance from the town. Rarity had brought along her ever present medical kit, while Applejack held a large bag at her side filled with her supplies.
“Ya sure that’s where they are?” Juicy Apple asked.
“Sure as sure can be!” Braeburn replied, grinning wide.
“Yeah my Pinkie Sense is definitely pointing out that specific area as where the child and the criminals are.” Pinkamena added.
“How do you even know that?” Rainbow asked, earning a shrug from both ponies, and she groaned. “Alright...but later, I’m definitely going to follow up on this ability of yours, and you too mister Braeburn, if that’s okay with you?”
“Uhh...sure...Ah suppose...”
“If Braeburn says that’s where they are, that’s good enough for me!” Hard Cider said. “Come on everypony let’s go!”
Braeburn directed the group up a small path that lead upwards along the side of the mountain, Fluttershy taking pictures of the scenery as they moved upwards.
“Ah’m positive they’re at the top! It’d offer the best view of the town!” Braeburn pointed out.
Applejack turned towards Pinkamena. “Is he right, darling?”
“Can’t say. The exact location of an exact group of ponies is the bare limit of what my Pinkie Sense can pinpoint, and even that was a huge effort.”
“That’s alright.” Rarity patted Pinkamena’s back, smiling. “You were a huge help Pinkie.”
“Pinkamena.”
“If it wasn’t for you, Braeburn would’ve gotten us lost,” Rainbow added befoe turning to the stallion, “no offence.”
“None taken.”
As they got higher up, they could see an opening in the side of the mountain leading to a wide open canyon in the middle of the structure. Rainbow decided it was a good idea to move ahead and see what as the top of the mountain, flying off...before falling back down as something massive jumped down from above and slammed her to the ground.
Bruised Bad Apple stood on top of her, licking their lips as they glared down at the group, who huddled back, staring at the precarious pathway being cracked by the sudden impact. Braeburn stood in front of them however.
“That’s the way Braeburn!” Hard Cider cheered. “Show that no good brother of yours how a real Apple does things!” He smirked at Twilight arrogantly.
“Uh, sir?” Twilight said, looking up at Bruised. “Could you possibly move out of the way? You’re in the way and it’s way too dangerous for a stallion of your size to be on a path this small.”
The larger pony growled, glaring down at Twilight and Hard Cider. “Ah’m a mare.”
Twilight blinked, eyes widening, thin-lipped as her mouth looked like a small dot. “Oh. And I assume you take offense to ponies mistaking you for a stallion.”
Bruised Bad Apple nodded and then looked down at Braeburn. “I’ll deal with them later, first of all, why are they even here in the first place?”
She yelped in surprise as a burst of magic sent her flying back, a bruised but unbeaten Rainbow Dash getting up onto her hooves.
“Everypony stay back! This big palooka looks pretty tough so I’m gonna give it all I got! Sorry Mr Braeburn but” She yelped in pain as a thick rope lassoed her wings from behind and pulled taught, screaming in pain as a horrible cracking noise was heard. The rope pulled again and she was sent flying back into the rest of the group, knocking them down.
Braeburn glared at them calmly as he pulled the rope back into his vest, turning to his sister as she got back up from being knocked over. “Sorry sis, Ah tried, really, but that pink one kept correcting me, and Ah didn’t want to look suspicious, at least not while we were close enough to town. Ya alright?” He turned his head Bruised.
“Yeah, yeah, let’s just smash these punks and be done with it.”
Applejack stared in shock as they got back to their hooves. “Braeburn...w-why did you do that to Rainbow Dash...?”
“Oh don’t worry,” the young stallion replied offhandedly, “her wings will heal in about a day or two. Sure, it was probably painful but, hey, as long as she can’t use her magic for a while we’re golden.” He turned to Bruised. “Send ‘em down.”
“Braeburn don’t tell me you’re...” Juicy Apple swallowed, pale and disbelieving as her husband glared in betrayal. “You’re not HELPIN’ them surely...?”
The deputy shrugged. “Hey, isn’t the Apple creed to always stick by family. Or, did you forget that Ah’m a ‘Bad Apple’ too?”
Rarity ran to Rainbow’s side, inspecting her injuries as Hard Cider spat. “You dang traitor! Yer family kidnapped our daughter, our Applebloom!”
“Yeah Ah am wonderin’ about that myself, main reason why Ah came.” Braeburn turned to his sister, one eye still trained on the group. “Why DID ya go an’ kidnap that girl? That WASN’T part of the plan.”
The large mare shrugged. “Don’ look at me, it was Pa’s idea. Ya know how hard it is to read ‘im sometimes.”
“Alright, then Ah’ll ask him.” He returned his full attention to the would be rescuers. “As fer you all, yer all takin’ a one way trip. Say hi to mah brother fer me.”
Hard Cider charged towards him. “Hey we ain’t done talkin’ yet you filthy”
Before he could finish, Bruised slammed a hoof onto the pathway as Braeburn jumped onto her back, cracks forming as she easily pulled the rock upwards and tossed it, ponies and all, into the canyon within the mountain.
“Alright, if they survive, Worm-Eaten’ll take care of it.” Braeburn said, his gaze steely as he peered into the canyon. “Let’s go have a word with Pops.”
Bruised nodded and started trotting up what remained of the small path, towards the top of the mountain.
Applejack shook her head as she got up, getting her bearings, looking around. “Hey! Anypony alright!?”
Hard Cider groaned as Juicy got up from him as he had used his body to protect her. “Ah’m fine...more or less...” He got up, holding his wife close, who looked very distraught.
“I...am good too...” Rarity groaned weakly. “The rocks...broke my...fall...” Pinkamena leapt up from atop her, allowing the unicorn to get up.
“And Rarity broke mine.” The pink earth pony deadpanned.
There was a soft, purplish glow as Twilight gliding down, horn glowing as her magical aura held her and Rainbow Dash, sending them drifting down to the ground. As they landed, the magic dissipated, the unicorn exhausted as Rarity turned her attention to Rainbow Dash, quickly putting a cast in place with bandages.
“Rainbow you shouldn’t move your wings for a while, not until they heal.” Rarity warned.
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” The Pegasus replied with a sigh. “Though this does mean I won’t be able to use my magic for a while.”
Twilight looked at her. “Why not?”
“Well, first of all, ever tried to cast magic with a broken horn?” She paused for a moment. “Didn’t think so. Secondly, I kinda need to move my wings if I wanna do anything more complex than move objects, and I mean small objects around as big a small book at most. Anything larger while I’m like this and I’m no good.”
“Well some help ya’ll were!” Hard Cider exclaimed, marching over. “We only allowed ya to come with us cause you made a good case for yerselves but lookit ya!”
“Well you certainly didn’t do a thing to help, father.” Applejack interjected. “And what, pray tell, would you have done in their place?”
“Braeburn was able to cripple Rainbow Dash, the wielder of the element of magic itself!” The fashionista said. “Not to mention that Bruised has always shown herself to be a stronger pony than you or even Big Mac, so what would you have done!?”
“Ah would’ve...” He trailed off, ears perking up. “What’s that noise?”
Applejack listened as the others looked around, as they all heard the sound of a banjo playing softly, drifting through the air.
“Well now, that’s a mighty shame, seein’ a father an’ daughter arguin’.” Worm-Eaten said, standing on top of a large boulder in the canyon, playing his banjo. “Ya’ll should get along better, ‘specially considerin’ your current sitchy-ayshun.”
“What situation?” Twilight asked, frowning.
“Why, THIS!” with that he started to play his banjo wildly, a horde of ravenous alligators rushing from the shadows towards the group, each pony running to escape their sharp claws and drooling maws, heading towards the few boulders lying around that would give them a safe haven.
Hard Cider, Juicy Apple and Applejack had managed to climb onto a boulder on the far right, while Twilight, Rarity and Rainbow Dash climbed one to the right of them. The alligators around in circles snapping at them occasionally while Worm-Eaten played his music.
“Hey why don’t you dang unicorns get off your flanks and help!” Juicy Apple called out to them from afar.
“We can’t!” Twilight called back. “I used up most of my magic in the competition, and the rest to slow our fall earlier!”
“So all three of ya are useless!” Hard Cider spat.
“We have bigger problems right now!” Applejack reprimanded as an alligator snapped at her, catching a corner of her dress and ripping off, making her gasp. “Oh, now look what you have done!”
“Oh what’s the matter, prissy pants?” Worm-Eaten called out mockingly. “Gonna cry? You got better things ta worry about then a dang dress!”
Applejack glared, reaching into the large bag she had tied to her side. “Oh no, now I will admit I do care a LOT about fashion, my appearance and my dresses most of all...” She pulled out a large pair of scissors, her hoof rocking it back and forth as she closed one eye in concentration, “however, my job means I know how to use scissors...”
She threw the sharp object with unerring accuracy, the stallion yelping in shock as the scissors soared across the canyon floor and sliced through his banjo strings before flying over his shoulder. He looked down at his instrument paling. “Well, no problem just need ta fix the strings...”
“I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO TRY THIS!”
“What in the wha...?” Worm-Eaten looked up, taken aback as Fluttershy soared down towards him, grinning wide as she pulled the banjo out of his hooves and suddenly slammed it across his head, smashing it to pieces. Dazedly, he fell off his perch and onto the ground.
The alligators paused, turning to him as he looked up, his face becoming white as a sheet. “Oh...oh dear...n-now fellas, we c’n work this out....”
He turned and ran, screaming as the alligators chased after him, leaving the canyon. The ponies blinked and climbed down from the boulders, looking around.
“Alright we wasted enough time...” Juicy Apple looked up towards the top of the canyon. “How are we gonna get outta here, and get up there quick enough....?”
“That blasted Braeburn!” Hard Cider ranted, stomping a hoof. “We trusted him! He betrayed us! His own family! Ah Don’t understand it at all....”
Rainbow Dash looked around, raising a brow. “Hey, why are there so many boxes of metal and tools here...?”
The others turned to her and looked around, noticing for the first time they entered the canyon that the middle was occupied by boxes filled with metal and machinery, with tools scattered about.
“Well, I wonder that’s all about?” Rarity pondered aloud.
“Guys!” Everypony turned to a grinning Twilight, who was gazing over in the distance, where a large opening could be seen, blocked off by something large and metallic. “It looks so beautiful...”
Rotten Bad Apple sat near a ledge at the top of the plateau, overlooking the town of Appleoosa in the distance, his hoof rubbing slowly along his blunderbuss as he smirked. Some ways behind him resided the cages holding the female buffalo and Applebloom.
The young buffalo beside her looked at her. “They are your family I take it?”
Applebloom nodded. “Ma’s always making somethin’ nice to eat with granny, Pa is tough and strong but he always there fer me, Big Mac is always so kind an’ considerate an’ always knows what just to say an’ when...An’ AJ...” her gaze hardened. “She’s supposed to be my sister...but she ran away instead, and now lives by herself makin’ dumb useless dresses and never comin’ to visit!”
“Is there something wrong in what she does?” the buffalo asked. “Are dresses, whatever they are, some sort of taboo among your kind?”
Applebloom stared at her. “That’s jus’ silly! They’re just dumb and useless; an Apple wouldn’t be caught dead doing somethin’ like that! No, what she did was run away from us and throw away what bein’ a farmer, an APPLE, is! An’ then she gets all mad when we try ta talk sense inta her and make her come home and makes Ma an’ Pa so angry...An’-an’ when she finally came to help us today, she acts like its cause me an’ Big Mac asked, like she cares about us, but always ignores Ma an’ Pa and gives ‘em the cold shoulder an’-an’ she’s friends with those mean unicorns an’...”
“Hold on.” The buffalo said, reaching as best she could to touch the filly’s shoulder. “Is your sister a bad pony? Is it not allowed for her to follow her own path?”
“Of course not! She’s an Apple, she’s supposed ta be a farmer! It’s tradition!”
“And yet you and your kind say our traditions are unimportant, while you shun your family if they don’t follow yours?” The buffalo tilted her head. “That sounds very selfish.”
“No I mean...w-what else is she supposed to do?” Applebloom asked, crying. “I-if she doesn’t stay with us...th-then how could she love us if she stays away from us...?”
“Perhaps it’s because you treat her like she committed some crime simply following her dreams? After all, eventually all calves must leave the herd and choose their path, I assume it’s the same for you ponies as it is for us buffalo...”
“But...We’re Apples...we always stick together....” Applebloom said weakly.
“And yet, from what I can understand, you only came to her to make her come home and follow your traditions rather than her own desires? And what if she did the same, visiting only to make you make dresses or do something you don’t like?” The buffalo gazed down at the filly, no longer distrustful. “Or am I wrong?”
“Ah don’...Ah...She...” She stopped as she saw two ponies walk past towards Rotten and she leapt at the bars, eyes wide in desperation. “Cousin Braeburn helllp!”
Braeburn growled. “Pa, why did you make Worm-Eaten grab the foal?”
“Cuz...?” Applebloom whimpered as the stallion ignored her.
“Braeburn, I sent ya to college so unlike yer brother and sister, ya would THINK!” The elder stallion turned to his son. “Surely it’s obvious that I saved her ‘cause she’s a little’un, and doesn’t exactly deserve to be crushed under th’ hooves of a stampede of rampaging, righteously angry buffalo....or was it bison, Ah can never remember the difference?”
Braeburn sighed. “Pa, can ya stop bein’ such a bleedin’ heart? She’s just as guilty as every other Apple who mocked us, insulted us and turned their backs on us!”
“Now, Now , son, that’s fer me ta decide, and I decided to teach her, show her how wrong the rest of ‘em are. Now, come sit by your Pa, this is a good spot to watch. Not every day you see a bunch of natives stampede through a frontier town in the name of revenge.” He patted a spot at his side with his hoof, pausing as he heard a loud noise.
“What the hay...?” Bruised wondered aloud, Braeburn narrowing his eyes as the three of them ran over to the ledge overlooking the canyon inside the plateau, peering over.
They saw what was originally the head car of a train, its wheels converted into massive metal wheels lined with claws to dig into any surface, the rest of the machine a massive monstrosity of armoured metal; the machine was tearing up the sheer cliff-face at a rapid speed.
Rotten Bad Apple growled. “Now, whose bright idea was to let anyone into the canyon and steal our getaway vehicle!?”
Braeburn winced. “We set up a trap with Worm-Eaten...we thought he’d be able to take care of it...”
“You threw them into a pit, so Worm-Eaten could pull a trap on ‘em and you didn’t even stick around ta make sure it WORKED!?”
Bareburn’s gaze hardened. “Oh don’ worry, we will.” He produced several ropes tying one to a large rock with the other end around Bruised’s tail, hopped onto her back and the two leapt over the cliff, falling towards the massive all terrain vehicle.
Meanwhile, Twilight drove the massive machine, grinning wide. “can you believe this thing has an engine!? Just imagine what this could do if we mass produce the engine alone!”
“I’m just surprised this thing is big enough to fit us all comfortably.” Pinkamena said, looking around the open space.
“Well of course it is.” Applejack smirked. “How else would they fit all of them in, what with Bruised’s....girth.” She giggled.
“Just get this hunk’a junk movin’ faster!”Hard Cider growled out. “We got a daughter to save!”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be up there in no time!” Twilight grinned, then yelped in surprise as something big and heavy slammed onto the front of the vehicle. She looked out through the windshield, staring into the glaring face of Bruised Bad Apple.
Applejack frowned. “Open the door.”
Rarity blinked. “Um, you do realise how fast we’re going and how high up we are, right?”
“Ah can handle it, darling. Just open it now.” The fashionista’s glare intensified. “This is a family matter, and I have a few words for my cousin.”
“Okey dokey!” Fluttershy interjected, pushing the side door open and Applejack quickly trotted out through it and leapt across the roof and held onto the ledge, glaring up at her two cousins.
“Why are you helping them!?” Applejack shouted, enraged. “Sure they’re family, but they crossed the line!”
Braeburn snorted and spat to the side. “Ah thought you out of anyone would understand. Just think about everythin’ yer family put ya through, it ain’t no secret how hard they tried to force ya into givin’ up yer dreams jus’ cause they thought they knew better!”
“Well, Ah do admit we have had our disagreements, and my parents aren’t my favourite ponies in the world, but I am still loyal to them, no matter what!”
“Even if they manipulate ya into doin’ what they want?” Braeburn countered. “You didn’t even want to come here, so why are ya here? Did they use some underhanded trick to force ya?”
“It doesn’t matter!” Applejack said, looking determined. “They were underhanded yes, but I didn’t come here for them! I came here for my brother and sister, who your family unlawfully kidnapped! Why would you help such awful ponies do such awful things!?”
“Hey Ah’m here too ya know...” Bruised growled out.
“The Apple family has done nothing but hurt our own!” The younger stallion countered. “They have done nothin’ but ridicule us and shun us for decisions our father made! So what if he didn’t want ta be a farmer, so what if he wanted to follow his own path!? So what if he’s a little mean!? That doesn’t excuse anything you Apples have done to us! An’ worse of all, ya’ll act like ah’m some golden child for doin’ th’ exact same things mah pa did! That was the last straw! I will never forgive a single one’a you!”
“That doesn’t excuse kidnapping a foal!”
The stallion sneered, chuckling darkly. “Oh, ya think that’s all we’ve done? We think that all we did today is kidnap a child during a ruckus? Is that how small you think we are?”
Applejack raised a brow. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh nothin’.” Bruised interjected, grinning. “Ya ain’t gonna live long enough ta care.” She raised a forehoof, slamming it toward the smaller mare, who barely dodged it. Braeburn snarled and through a knotted line of rope towards Applejack, making her let go of the edge of her foot as pain coursed through her hoof.
The fashionista glared up at her attacks and leapt up, slamming her back hooves into Bruised’s face, pushing her back a little as Braeburn leapt off, using his ropes to swing around the vehicle and counter Applejack’s attacks kicks and tosses of weighted knotted rope, the mare grunting in pain she is struck, returning with several angry yells punches and kicks with her hooves.
Up at the top of the plateau, Rotten Bad Apple smirked, walking towards his captives, producing a banjo. “Now then, afore th’ main event, let’s kick things off...with a song?” He started strumming across the instrument in a steady rythm, and began to sing.
“Filly and buffalos, please lend me your ears Ah got a need to testifyyyy. Don’t you open your nest, Out in the open west Because there is a million ways to diiie!
“Some bullets in the gut,” he pulled out his blunderbuss, shooting it into the air, “Or just a papercut, too many reasons to quanitifyyy.” He moved his hoof across the other in a slicing motion, making the illusion of his appendage vanishing. “They’ll cut your hoof off, just to cure a mighty cough,” he leaned in close, coughing into a buffalo’s face, “there’s a million ways to dieee.” “It’s a hundred one in the shade of the sun, and if you fall asleep you fry! A million. Ways. To dieeee! You can live like a saint but there’s just really ain’t avoidin’ a million ways to die!”
As he sang, Applejack down below dodged another attack by Braeburn. “Smallpox an’ Bigger Pox.” She was knocked down into the metal by a hard punch by Bruised. “And deadly tomahawks!”
“Celestia forbid you steal a pie!” Back above, Rotten produced a steaming hot pie out of nowhere. “They’ll blast you into shards,” he tossed the pie into the air, blasting it to pieces as he shot it with his weapon, streams of playing cards falling from it, “Just for bein’ good at cards, oh yes there’s a million ways to die.”
He walked over to the ledge, overlooking Appleoosa. “Out in those desert plains, it hardly ever rains, out where the buffalo rooooam. They’ll stampede through the town! Until its dust in the ground! Cuz there’s a million ways to die.”
Bruised and Braeburn slam their hooves down onto Applejack in a combined attack, knocking her against the front of the vehicle, grinning. “A million ways to die!” Suddenly Juicy Apple and Hard Cider jumped out through the wind shield along with Fluttershy and Rarity in a combined attack, all of them striking their hooves hard into the Bad Apple’s faces.
Rotten meanwhile continued his song, dancing with a manic grin on his face, making stabbing motions towards his bacl. “With a whoosh and whack there’s a knife on your back jus’ for wearing a fancy tie! A million ways to die!” He blinked and regained his composure shrugging with a wry grin. “It’s a kick in the pains but they don’t have a chance of escapin’ a million ways to die!”
He spread his arms wide, grinning wide as the vehicle charged over the egde of the cliff-side and landed down nearby, several ponies falling onto the roof, his son and daughter falling to the ground in front of it, getting up as they nursed their bruised faces.
Rotten’s eyes widened, his surprised expressions lowly changing to a confident smirk. “There’s a million ways to die here in the west. Lemme show ya a couple.” He chuckled darkly.
Author's Note
Alright, this is actually my second attempt at inserting a song into a fic, and my first using a pre-existing song. I wasn’t sure how to write it into prose, so that’’s why I used differing styles throughout. I probably could’ve written it all out a little better but oh well.
There were a lot of changes throughout this story, particularly in this part. For example, the story woudl’ve originally had the Bad Apples rob a train and then fight the mane six. This would’ve happened either at the start of the story or after the competition.
However one thing did not change: Braeburn being a part of the plan. Originally he was going to be reluctant but ultimately side with his family over everyone else, but gradually he and the story changed to what you see now.
Sadly, I’m not too satisfied again. Once again, I made the fights a bit too short for my liking and I don’t think I’ve had Applejack and twilight develop too much or had anyone else contribute much either However, I am satisfied enough with the final product to finish here.
Applebloom blinked in surprise as she stared at the newcomers and their strange entrance, eyes widening as she recognised three in particular. “Ma! Pa! HEELLLLP!!” The filly cried out desperately.
“Applebloom!” Applejack and her parents exclaimed, running towards the filly before a rope pulled taught in front of them and tripped them over.
Braeburn cricked his neck as he got up, pulling the rope back under his vest as he stepped over. “You folks have been a right pain in the backside. Ah’m endin’ this here an’ now before you cause any damage to our plans.” He tied a rope around Bruised’s leg, throwing her over his shoulder like a massive flail, the massive mare slamming her front hooves onto the three earth ponies.
Bruised growled and grunted as Juicy Apple and Hard Cider had struck her hooves with their hind legs, groaning with effort as they tried to push the massive mare away.
“We may not get along too much.” Juicy Apple grunted. “And we may not approve of the company she keeps or what she does with her life....”
“You dang sanctimonious Apples can never understand how we feel!” Braeburn roared with rage, hefting Bruised up with the rope to throw her down harder against the farmers.
There was a flash as the noon sunlight reflected off a pair of scissors that flew through the air, slicing through the rope and causing Bruised Bad Apple to fall. Braeburn barely dodged as his sister slammed down, cracks forming around under the massive mare’s sheer weight, the younger stallion glaring towards Applejack, who stood between her panting parents who were massaging their aching forelegs.
“And nopony hurts my family.” Applejack growled. “Even if they are selfish, controlling jerks.”
Braeburn roared in anger and charged forward, raising his foreleg into a punch, but the fashionista merely pulled out a large red cloth from her bag, wrapped around his leg as she dodged past, and with a quick flick tossed him over as she daintily kicked him in the head with her hind legs.
This all happened in a single movement.
“Yer...Just a....dang....seamstress...” Braeburn shakily got up, eye twitching.
“Yes, Ah work with dresses and fabrics of most any sort,” Applejack stated, “and Ah do care about my appearance and about proper etiquette. But that doesn’t mean Ah don’t know how to fend for myself.”
Braeburn got up onto his haunches and got ready to attack, only to yelp in pain as Applejack whipped him with the red fabric like a whip.
“This is pure silk.” Applejack explained with a determined expression. “Silk is a soft, luxurious fabric, but is also a strong fabric. And much like me, this silk...hides steel!”
As Braeburn recovered and pulled out all of his ropes from under his vest and hat, the silk danced and weaved in the air through the seamstress’ hoof movements, who quickly pulled her leg beg and pushed it forward, causing the fabric to become loose and fall open, and send several needles and scissors through the air, cutting through the stallion’s clothes and ropes as Applejack charged forward, grabbing some needles and thread and covering Braeburn with the silk. Applejack’s hooves moved at an incredible speed as she worked, leaving the stallion confined in the fabric, unable to move as he fell to the ground squirming angrily.
“Kill you!” Braeburn spat. “You’re just like th’ rest of ‘em! Ya all deserve to die!”
He was silenced as a horseshoe was thrown at his head and knocked him out, Rotten Bad Apple frowning in disapproval.
“Now, Ah know more than most the pain this family gave us, but that’s just rude Brae. Ah taught ya better’n that.” The stallion smirked and tipped his hat to the others. “Now, jus’ step away from th’ vehicle and nopony gets hurt, ya hear?”
“Why should we listen to you, you snake!?” Hard Cider shouted angrily. “Ya kidnapped our foal!”
Rotten shrugged his shoulders. “Now, kidnap is such an ugly word. I ‘liberated’ li’l Applebloom. Ah wasn’t about t’ leave her in the town and get stampeded on.”
The rest of the group blinked in surprise. “Why are there a bunch of buffalo in cages with Applebloom over there?” Rarity asked.
Rotten Bad Apple chuckled. “Well, Ah had t’ make sure those buffalo would stampede somehow. Makin’ them think the ponies were stealin’ from them an’ attackin’ them all day long wasn’t enough, it seems.”
“WHAT!?” Applejack, Rainbow Dash and the others shouted out.
“It’s true, he told me himself!” Applebloom called out, tears in her eyes. “He kidnapped their boss’ daughter and their other girls so they’d get mad enough t’ attack the town!”
“But why!?” Rarity exclaimed in shock. “Why would you want something so horrible to happen!?”
“He’s a Bad Apple.” Hard Cider stated sternly. “They don’ need a reason.”
Rotten growled in reply, gritting his teeth as his expression hardened. “Now, that right there is my motive. For years, the Apple clan as mocked us, ridiculed the Bad Apples, all cause Ah wanted t’ make somethin’ of mahself. My siblings, my father not even my own MOTHER agreed with my decision! Ever since then every meber of the Bad Apple branch of the family has been treated as garbage, like we are a plague for simply EXISTIN’! But th’ moment mah son took an education, like Ah did might I add, and became sheriff of Appleoosa so he could support us while we were low on money after payin’ fer his college tuition, YOU ALL treated him like some kinda saint, like he did something SO GREAT! He got REAL upset, lemme tell ya, an’ when mah son gets upset, so do Ah, but I was able to keep calm an’ tal him down. Then we heard about Appleoosa’s buffalo problem.”
“What about those dang buffalo?” Juicy Apple asked, glaring.
“EVERYTHIN’!” The Bad Apple shouted, clenching his gun tightly. “The buffalo LIVED here way before any of them, but they act like the buffalo are bin’ unreasonable, DESPITE them not even botherin’ t’ check if this place wasn’t inhabited already! And then they act like the buffalo’s traditions are completely unimportant even though tradition is what the Apple family ONLY CARE ABOUT! Do this! Don’t do that! That’s not how an Apple lives, it ain’t ‘traiditional’! THAT’S why we exacerbated the buffalo’s righteous anger, to destroy the symbol of the family’s pioneerin’ farmer stereotype and have them suffer a karmic fate for their HYPOCRISY!”
“That doesn’t give you the right to kidnap children or instigate a live threatening attack on a town of ponies who are your family!” Twilight countered from the modified train. “I thought we were kindred spirits, but you’re no inventor! You’re just an angry pony lashing out at everyone who ever hurt you, even the ones who didn’t do anything to you!”
“SHUT IT! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW GOOD YA GOT IT!” Rotten gritted his teeth further. “Ya know I could give anythin’ to have been a unicorn like you, but no! I was born a magicless earth pony, can’t even farm, and whose inventions were rejected by the princess herself for bein’ too ‘dangerous’!” He calmed down, slowly grinning widely. “But no matter, after today we’ll show the “wonderful” Apple family what for. Once those buffalo tear through the town, there won’t be nothin’ left standing but broken bones and shattered timber! An’ then, we’ll be headin’ home, free as can be.”
“Why you no good punk!” Hard Cider yelled out, shaking a hoof. “Ah’m gonna make you pay for this!”
“What are you gonna do, Cider? Buck me a new one?” Rotten laughed raspily. “Don’t matter what ya do, or what the folks down in Appleoosa do, those buffalo ain’t stoppin’! Ain’t nothing that can stop an enraged buffalo once once they start stampedin’! Sure ya’ll can fight me, but Ah ain’t makin’ it easy for ya, an’ besides, which is more important: punchin’ me in th’ face, or makin’ sure your loved ones are safe?”
He paused as a rumbling was heard.
“Well, looks like it’s time. We can get a good view of the town from here.”
Dust rose up into the air in great clouds as a massive herd of buffalo ran through across the plain down below, their cries of anger ringing out through the wastelands.
“Ain’t no stoppin’ it now...” Rotten said with a satisfied smirk.
As the buffalo ran, four figures wlaked out from the town, heading towards the stampede.
Twilight gasped in recognition, running to the edge of the cliff. “Mom! Dad! What are you doing!? Get away from there!”
“Deep Roots?” hard Cider wondered aloud as he peered over with his wife. “Sheriff?”
Rotten frowned at this unforeseen development as the four ponies stood....and the stampede suddenly stopped as Nightlight stepped over.
“What...are they doing...?” Twilight wondered aloud.
Rotten’s eye twitched. “No....”
“I think they’re....negotiating?” Rarity said.
“Negotiate?” Juicy Apple gasped. “With those savages?”
“Hey!” Applebloom replied. “Ya cain’t say that about Strongheart’s kin!”
“Bloom...?” hard Cider blinked, staring at his youngest daughter in surprise.
“Strongheart’s mah friend and has taught me a lotta things to think about...e-even if yer mah Ma an’ Pa...Ya...Ya cain’t say mean things about mah friends!” Applebloom cried out, tears falling freely.
“Bloom we didn’t mean...” Hard Cider began, but stopped, gulping. “Ah mean...y-you saw when they attacked....”
“Only cause our family was bein’ mean to ‘em! N-not just Uncle Rotten, but everyone in Appleoosa too!”
“B-but...” Juicy Apple started, lamely.
Before more they could be said, they were interrupted as a gunshot rang out in the air, Rotten’s blunderbuss pointed up high as he shook in rage.
“NO! Do ya have any idea how long we had to set everythin’ up, t’ rile up those buffalo, to make sure everythin’ took place on the one day of the year the whole family would show up in a single place!? DO ya know how long we waitd for this day, for a little vengeance! DID YA!? A-and now some...some UNICORN STICKYNOSE is buttin’ into somethin’ that’s not their business and NEGOTIAIONG WITH THE APPELS AND THE BUFFALO!? IS THAT WHAT IS HAPPENIN’!?” He sighed and lowed his weapon. “Well, THAT was a waste of time.” He walked toward Applebloom. “Come on Bloomie, we’re goin’ home. Ah’m wipin’ mah hooves of this entire waste of time.”
He jumped into the air as Hard Cider ran towards him with a raised hoof, slamming his own hind hooves onto the farmer’s head, sending him hard into the ground.
Rotten ducked to low under her, spinning his blunderbuss as he struck one end against the mare’s head, sending her flying into the air and falling down onto her back.
“Don’t. If you try to move now who knows what will happen.”
“But we can’t just let him do this!” the Pegasus retorted.
“We could.” Pinkamena stated with a shrug as Rarity and Rainbow glared at her. “Hey, I don’t care either way what happens, Appleoosa’s not in trouble anymore and he isn’t going to hurt the filly. Besides, I can’t really fight my best customer, even if I can’t offer him my services anymore due to his current criminal status.”
“Customer?” Rainbow asked with a raised brow, curious despite the situation.
“Oh yeah, he bought tons of orihalcum from me.” PInkamena sighed at their blank looks. “Anti-magic metal, the exact opposite of the highly magical Mithril...you know what, nevermind.”
“Were ya’ll talkin’ about me?”
Rainbow’s eyes widened as Rotten Bad Apple now stood over them and she jumped from her position as the stallion fired his gun. Rarity’s horn glowed as she shot a blast of magic at his weapon, the small ball of magic dissipating as it struck the metal.
“Now that was just sad.” Rotten admonished. “Even IF this wasn’t anti-magic metal, that blast wouldn’t have made me even flinch.”
The unicorn chuckled. “Um, how about I just lie here and pretend to be unconscious?”
“Sorry, can’t be too careful.” He slammed his gun over her ehad hard, knocking ehr out. He turned to Pinkamena and tipped his hat. “Pinkamena.”
“Sorry Mr Bad Apple, but I can no longer have business with a criminal.” Pinkamena stated dryly. “That and you just hurt one of my friends. A term I use loosely.”
“Understandable.”
“However, in honour of past dealings I shall not stand in your way.”
“Mighty kind of ya.”
“Not at all. Especially since my other friends are going to kick your flank anyway.”
“Still, appreciate the gesture.”
He slammed his gun hard into Rainbow’s face as she pounced on him, knocking her away. The Pegasus quickly recovered but was knocked over as he hit her with a blast from his gun. She groaned in pain as he stepped over.
“Don’t worry, Ah only use non-lethal rounds.” The stallion shrugged. “You will be hurtin’ for a while, but still better in pain than dead.”
“You won’t...” Rainbow gasped out. “Get away with this....”
“That is a possibility. But, I like to take my chances” Rotten said as he grinned cockily. He looked up and started firing at Fluttershy, who giggled and whizzed through the air.
“For a dangerous angry sociopath, he sure knows how to make fireworks!” The yellow pegasus grinned and giggled.
The stallion frowned and sighed. “She sure does take the fun outta this.” He spied out of the corner of his eye an orange blur running towards him as he pushed the tip of his gun into the ground at his feet and fired, sending him upward. He pointed the gun the opposite way and fired, sending him towards the running applejack, who quickly met his punch with her own, grunting with pain from the impact the extra velocity gave him.
“Ya know, AJ, ya really shouldn’t have much of a problem with this.” Rotten said as Applejack struck his face and he responded with a kick to her shoulder, pushing her back. “Ah mean, how long has your family been tellin’ ya that you have no business doin’ what ya love, that it’s wrong since it ain’t traditional? Ya didn’t even want to come here; they just took advantage of your loyalty and made ya come. Are ya really gonna blindly follow your family’s wishes just cause you’re loyal?”
Applejack countered with a haymaker, knocking him to the ground, grunting in pain as he shot her shoulder. “This isn’t about loyalty! Ah wouldn’t have come at all if Applebloom and Mac didn’t ask me to, and that’s less cause Ah’m loyal to them and more that Ah feel guilty about not visiting them often, because my parents are so insufferable that they’ll just stop us from talking just to tell me for the umpteenth time that what Ah’m doing isn’t traditional and that Ah should stay at the farm like a good member of the family.” He swung his weapon at her and she leapt backwards from it. “However despite my grievances they are still my family and Ah feel awful about not seeing them too much, Ah just wish they’d understand that if Ah didn’t do what Ah loved, if Ah didn’t follow my cutie mark the way I understand it, it would just hurt me.”
She caught his gun between her hooves, the two of them grunting as they struggled to take it from the other. “So why don’t ya understand what Ah’m doing!?” Rotten shouted in exasperation.
“Because this isn’t about loyalty you idiot, this is about being a good pony.” The fashionista retorted. “And, Ah may sympathise with you a little, but Ah cannot condone anything you’ve done, and you need to go to jail.” She smirked and umped away from him, leaving his weapon in his hooves. “Anyway, Ah was distracting you so you wouldn’t attack her.”
He blinked and yelped in surprise as Fluttershy crouched near him, grinning wide. He pointed his gun at her and fired....noticing too late the rock lodged in it as it exploded in his face, causing the barrel to curl backwards comically as his face was left covered in soot. He left out a pathetic, small cough as he blinked.
“Hey Rotten! This is yours!”
The stallion turned as he saw the train he had modified charge right towards him. He sighed and tilted his hat over his eyes. “Que cera, cera. Ce’st le vie.”
He was then run over by the train which careened over the edge of the cliff with him stuck on the front and his sons tied to the rear.
Twilight stood next to Applejack grinning. “That’ll teach him to rob, kidnap and plan near-familicide.”
The fashionista raised a brow. “...rob?”
“Oh the train was filled with stolen gold from the bank, in the back. He must’ve done it during the competition or the stampede.”
“...huh.”
Applebloom meanwhile was staring at her sister, grinning wide. “That. Was. Awesome!”
Nightlight, his wife, Deep Roots and Sheriff Silverstar walked through the town, followed by a group of buffalo including their chief, Thunderhooves.
“So, we have negotiated, and we are willing to move a small portion of our trees elsewhere, provided both we and the buffalo trade goods and services. The gives us their potent medicines and knowledge of the desert, we offer them our food and modern services.”
“But Deep Roots!” One pony said.
“No.” The older stallion replied with a stern gaze. “Our family has troubled these good creatures for far too long. Now before you argue, BOTH sides were in the wrong. Yes we didn’t try and learn more about whether this area was inhabited, but the buffalo did leave no markings of themselves here and did not negotiate well. And while we did ignore their pleas, we had already set up our town for a good while and couldn’t simply remove all the trees after such a difficult time planting them. We have cultivated the land enough to support moving a small fraction though, which the buffalo find acceptable. This is NOT up for debate.”
The townsfolk and visiting ponies talked among themselves and slowly, one by one, they nodded in agreement.
“Good.” He turned at a noise, eyes widening in surprise as a massive machine moved towards them. It stopped as it entered the town, and several familiar and not-quite-familiar figures stepped out.
Hard Cider and Juicy Apple, along with Rainbow Dash, Rarity and Applejack had varying degrees of bandages and splints applied to their bodies, while Applebloom stood grinning beside her sister and a small buffalo, several larger buffalo standing behind them. To their side a grinning Fluttershy held a cloth around which held three of the Bad Apples.
“Ah, I see you rescued the female buffalo.” Deep Roots smiled as the buffalo reunited with their females, the Chief happily crying as he tightly hugged his daughter in his hooves.
Applejack tilted ehr head in surprise. “You knew?”
Sheriff Silverstar pointed to the local jail, where a scowling Worm-Eaten Bad Apple sat in a cell, covered in bite marks, scratches and bruises.
“Found him in a heap on the outskirts of town.” The Sheriff explained. “He bragged about everythin’. Not confessed, BRAGGED. Naturally we locked him up in the jail while the Sparkles came up with a way to talk to the buffalo through smoke signals and negotiate.”
Twilight’s mother giggled. “Oh, I studied a minor in foreign and ancient communication methods in college.”
“Surprisingly, the Chief of the tribe was willing to negotiate.” Deep Roots continued. “From there, Nightlight simply explained the situation which got the buffalo calm enough to explain their side to us. It was enlightening...and disconcerting.” The odler stallion frowned. “I had thought my family was better than this...but it seems I was wrong.”
Hard Cider frowned. “What ya mean?”
“This wouldn’t have happened if only we and the buffalo were willing to negotiate in the first place, but we weren’t and thus everything got so desperate.” Deep Roots sighed. “It didn’t help that nopony saw fit to inform me.”
“....What about the competition...?” Juicy Apple hesitantly said. “Ah mean, Ah know we have a lot more to dela with an’ talk about, but...we came all this way...you might as well name those...those UNICORNS as the winners...we all know you were going to anyway...”
Hard Cider glared. “Just know that Ah...that WE don’t accept this at all.”
Rainbow Dash and Applejack glared at him angrily, but before they could speak Deep Roots held up a hoof.
“Indeed, the sparkles are the winners, however, there is something I MUST say. Do you know the meaning behind the last challenge, digging a hole? Tell me, what does that have to do with farming?”
“It’s obviously a test of ingenuity.” Rainbow Dash said, earning a look from the farmers. “The ground is hard to dig through, not to mention not very fit to grow plants. Yet, this whole town was built here, so that you could have such a test.”
Deep Roots smield, nodding his head. “Indeed, Miss Dash, that is EXACTLY why. This area was the perfect place to teach such a lesson, and with the way my family has been acting these past few generations, I felt it was a worthwhile one.”
“...huh?” hard Cider asked. “What are ya talkin’ about?”
“All this talk of ‘tradition’ and ‘family values’ and ‘proper farming’.” Deep Roots frowned. “That wasn’t what I built thi family on, not such...marlarky!”
The old stallion held up a shovel. “See this? When I was young, difficult as it may be to imagine I was, we didn’t have these. We used our hooves, then simple tools that while decent were impractical. Then, some clever pony though to invent this, and now everypony uses this, especially farmers. Way back then, it wasn’t ‘traditional’ and was thus looked down on. But, it was so practical and time saving that the traditionalists were ignored in favour of the shovel.” He tapped a hoof against hard Cider’s head. “THAT’S the lesson, tradition means nothing, it only slows down progress and forward thinking. To win this contest, you needed to think outside the box, come up with a solution otuisde your comfort zone. And the family as a whole FAILED.”
He turned to the Sparkles who ahd quickly reunited themselves. “I was the one who invited these unicorns, because I had heard that they were good businessponies and farmers who had brilliant ideas and methods they could teach us, their magic alone would be a decent help.”
“But...But they’re...they’re stealin’ our business!” Hard Cider argued. “Stealin’ our customers and the money we desperately need.”
“No.” Deep Roots glared. “They are not. Your farm is fine, I have seen it myself, granny Smith herself told me so as well. You are just an idiot trying to make a scapegoat out of a potential rival who doesn’t even think of you as such.”
“I-Idiot!?” Hard Cider growled. “Why Ah oughta--!” he froze, realising who eh raised voice towards. He desperately looked around. “H-he’s wrong right everypony? Th-those unicorns they’re the bad ones, n-not us right? W-we...” He started crying. “D-don’t look at me like that, you heard what eh was sayin’...h-he was sayin’ the whole family was...that we...o-oh Celestia...” he fell to his haunches, looking lost. He looked up at his daughter, eyes widening in realisation. “Oh...oh no...Ah...Ah didn’t...We were just...”
Applejack frowned. “Ah am sorry too, father. Sorry Ah’m not the little filly you loved anymore.”
“How can you say that?” Juicy Apple said hoarsely. “A-all we ever done is love you. W-we were jsut doin’ what was best for you?”
“Really mother? And here I thought you just wanted another hoof around the farm, not see your daughter smile.”
Her mother looked down as she too was hit by realisation.
Deep Roots looked at them and sighed, turning to the Sparkles. “I..have a proposition. I....would like to make you honourary members of the Apple family.”
“You...are you sure?” Nightlight asked, eyes wide.
“Indeed, I am. Your ingenuity, your business sense, you have so much our family could learn and use, and having unicorns as members would do us a world of good, at the very least we can shake off the ridiculous rumour of being anti-unicorn or Pegasus, which is just absurd!”
Nightlight chuckled. “Vell, I suppose ve accept such a generous offer. You may tell us the details of vhat this means to us later, it has been an exhausting day. I vould like to say, hwoever, how honoured we are.”
“Indeed it has, and you are very welcome.” The elder stallion chuckled, turning to twilight. “And you, my little pony, you have been a good child to your parents, they wouldn’t have won one of the challenges if it wasn’t for you.”
“It...it didn’t really matter though.” The purple unicorn said, blushing softly.
“But it showed me much about you. You are quick witted, you love machines and new technology, much like I do, and you are quite kind.”
“No that’s Rarity,” Twilight smiled, “I’m generosity.” She blinked in surprise as a brown Stetson was placed onto her head.
“Take this. This hat is a symbol of the Apple Family. Not everyone wears, but every branch ahs at least one. This is yours, if you’d accept it.”
Twilight held it in her hooves, eyes wide. She looked up at the stallion with a wide smile. “Thank you very much, Mr Roots.”
“Just Deep Roots, my dear. We’re family now after all, and family is always there for one another, no matter what.” He turned to everyone else, smiling wisely. “Now, everypony, why don’t we celebrate the addition of our new members with a good old fashioned Apple Family reunion hoedown!?”
The ponies looked at each other hesitantly, but taken in by Deep Roots’ authority and good cheer, they all cheered and raised their hooves and threw their hats in their in agreement. As they did so, Sheriff Silverstar dragged the Bad Apples away, Rotten smiling wistfully at the display.
Dear Princess Celestia,
These Apples know how to throw a party! I mean...
Let me start again. I am writing to you here from Appleoosa, where the locals are having their annual family reunion. They are quite adept at celebrating.
Today, my friends Twilight Sparkle and Applejack were put at odds, but rather than let that get in the way of their friendship, they simply accepted the circumstances and did not allow a momentary competition to change their relationship.
However, that is not what I learned. I have learned that our families can be well meaning, some families can be cruel, others can be the kindest and best you can ever have, but family is always there for you, always, and you don’t have to go against what you want just to make your familyfamily accept you.
Families are important, but you don’t need to be defined by your family
I have also learned that tradition, while a good thing, since it allows us to honour the past and our forefathers, can get in the way of living in the here and now and can sometimes male otherwise good ponies act unkind without realising. Sometimes, it is best to forget tradition and just follow your instincts, inspiration and ideas to find a different, perhaps better solution.
Tradition is still good, but sometimes it can get in the way of other, good things.
In other news, Applejack’s little sister has shown some interest in her big sister’s work and wants to live with her for a while. Her brother was pretty surprised, as were her parents. Her parents...they haven’t been the best of ponies and they seemingly have rethought their ideals but...I’m thinking it’s only a momentary thing and they’ll go back to their old ways sooner or later. We’ll wait and see.
The local buffalo tribes are thinking of intergrating with pony society to better learn from us and improve realtions with our kind. They’re starting by having the Chief’s daughter, Little Strongheart, come live with Applebloom in Ponyville for a while. The reason why that’s so specific is because Strongheart actually specifically asked to go live with Applebloom, whom she bonded with during...well, an incident.
Which brings me to my last note: four criminals are going to be transported to canterlot court to see what is done with them. They have been found guilty of bank robbery, kidnapping and conspiracy to destroy a town via proxy(the last isn’t so much a law but it might as well be). They are FAR more dangerous then they look. With all that out of the way, I hope this message finds you well and I hope to send you another letter soon, until then.
Yours Faithfully,
Rainbow Dash, Element of Magic
Author's Note
Okay, this is finally done.
I have some issues with this, such as the suddenness of Hard Cider’s and Juicy Apples Break the Haughty moment and some other minor niggles, but I can’t think of any way to alter this story into a more acceptable manner so this will have to do. Hope you all enjoyed it and please comment.
Pinkamena slept after a long hard day of working on the rock farm. She barely got much time for a good long rest, and she always savoured the time when she could. She was having a pleasant dream about working the fields with her father watching a stoic gaze when she heard the most annoying sound in the world.
“GOOOOOD MORNING PINKIE PIEEEEE!”
The pink pony got up with a start, turning with a hard glare to the yellow Pegasus responsible for disturbing her rest.
“Never. Call me. Pinkie.” She stated.
Fluttershy giggled. “Oh, no need to be such a grump pants! I brought cupcakes!” the yellow mare held up a tray of the baked goods in question.
Pinkamena merely glared and then walked off. “I don’t like cupcakes.”
Fluttershy gasped, eyes wide as she put her hooves up to her mouth in shock. “You don!? But everypony likes cupcakes! Even Applejack likes them even though she says they’re fattening but they aren’t cause they taste super good and yummy and are super nutritious!”
Pinkamena growled and set to work at some rocks. “In case you can’t tell, I’m a bit busy. I was working all night making sure I was ready for the big competition.”
“Competition?” Fluttershy tilted her head.
“Yeah, big farming competition up in Appleoosa. It’s usually an Apple family only event, however I hear they do sometimes make the occasional exception.” She smirked as she inspected a recently dug up black stone. “I hear the prize is pretty nice.”
“You sure rock farming is allowed?” Fluttershy asked in thought.
The pink pony shrugged. “Doubt it, good thing I’m not competing. There’ll be tons of ponies visiting from all over, meaning plenty of potential buyers for my product.”
“Ponies would really pay for rocks?”
“It depends on the rock, and what’s inside it.” Pinkamena shovelled nonstop. “Also, the only reason I am tolerating you is cause I am waiting for the trap I set to go off.”
“What tra-“ Fluttershyw as interrupted as she flung into the air by a catapult launching from beneath the ground. “WHEEEEE!” She shouted as she sailed through the air.
Pinkamena smirked before frowning. “Wait....she’s a Pegasus....she can just fly anyway...need a better trap.”
Rainbow Dash walked down the street, heading to Twilight’s farm. Twilight was apparently getting ready for some big competition in Appleoosa, and Rainbow Dash was excited to see how exactly Twilight used her magic in her farming, and in general just wanted to lend her friend a hoof.
As she trotted, she passed by Applejack’s shop, and noticed some earth ponies she never noticed before talking to the orange earth pony. As she got closer, it became they weren’t talking, but rather arguing.
“Ah already told you!” The fashion loving pony yelled. “Ah am NOT going back to that dirty farm! Ah am much happier where Ah am, thank you very much.”
“Applejack, jes’ lissen!” One of the ponies called out, an orange coated Stallion with short cropped red mane and tail and whose cutie mark was in the form of a mug of frothy cider. “Applebloom’s too young, Granny Smith is too old, and us’n yer brother can’t do it all ourselves!”
“Ah have no interest in farming!” Applejack shouted. “Ah can make do without it!”
“An’ what?” The mare beside the stallion said; her coat a deep red and her blonde mane and tail long and braided with her cutie mark displaying the image of a glass of apple juice. “Yer jus’ gonna abandon yer family and let us squander while you sit in Ponyville...makin’ dresses? Does our family mean so little to yew!?”
“That’s in what Ah am saying, mother.” Applejack snorted. “Ah have my own business to take care of, and I’m not a farmer anyway, I would only get in the way.”
“We need you AJ.” The stallion said softly, eyes pleading. “Yer an Apple, we know you can do it. Jus...Jus’ think abou’ it.” The two ponies walked off, leaving the young mare alone...until Rainbow Dash walked over.
“Who were those ponies?” the Pegasus asked with a raised eyebrow.
The Orange mare sighed and looked down. “They were my family....will, still are really. My mother and father to be exact, Hard Cider and Juicy Apple.”
The Pegasus blinked. “You...you were arguing with your parents...why?”
“Oh, it was that obvious?” She chuckled lightly. “Oh nothing too serious, just the same old argument we end up having every few weeks or so. They want me back helping on the family farm, while I refuse and would rather live my own life than do what is expected of me!” She gritted her teeth, her right forehoof digging into the ground.
“Uh, easy there Applejack, you’re kinda ruining your hooficure there.”
The earth pony gave a shriek of horror. “Oh my stars you’re right! Ah simply must go back to the space and fix this at once!” She ran off in a mad dash as Rainbow Dash chuckled at the sight.
“Well, I guess it’s not a big deal...not like I should pry into her personal matters, anyway, really.” She shrugged and continued on her way to Twilight’s farm.
As Rainbow walked over to the farm, she was greeted by Twilight’s father. Rainbow had never gotten to speak to him before and thought this was a good chance to find out some more about her friend.
“Morning!” The Pegasus greeted.
“Guten tag!” The unicorn stallion returned, earning a surprised look from Rainbow.
“You’re Germane?” Rainbow Dash asked. “You’re pretty far from home.”
“Oh, ja, but my family moved to Canterlot some years back, and zat vas ven I met my vife, and vell you know how it goes.” He sighed softly. “Anyvays, vat brings you here?”
“Oh!” the Pegasus blushed lightly. “Twilight invited me over, but I thought it’d be nice if I talked to you for a moment...I-I don’t know much about you or your wife, and Twilight really hasn’t told me much about herself yet...I am curious about why you aren’t in Canterlot anymore. Twilight mentioned something about some scandals...?”
The stallion sighed. “I...do not really wish to discuss that. It vas quite a harrowing experience, to say the least, howezer, some good came out of it.” He smiled at Rainbow Dash, looking over towards the farm. “Twilight, when she vas just a filly, vas quite a handful. She vould become a nervous wreck the instant anyzing vent against schedule, and she vould always imaging the vorst possibility, no matter how improbable or vild.”
“Really!? Twilight has never acted like that since I’ve known...granted I haven’t known her that long.” The Pegasus smiled sheepishly at her admission.
“Exactly. After ve left Canterlot, ve travelled, trying to build a new life, away from ze scandals and ze noble life, eventually ve came here and decided to try a simpler, more down to earth life. Twilight was still against us living here, of course, but ozer time she grew to enjoy life on a farm, eventually helping us expand into a profitable business. Living here has done her vonders, she no longer grows stressed at every unplanned inconvenience, and no longer obsesses over planning ezery detail. She is now carefree, enjoying life, and thinking only about how to help others, and less worrying about her own problems.”
“What caused this change?”
Twilight’s father shrugged. “Zat’s ze zing, I cannot tell you. Twilight never really told me what changed her mind, and I am not one to pry.” He smiled wide. “I am just happy to see her happy...and having made such a good friend at that...”
Rainbow blushed in embarrassment. “ehehe thanks Mr Sparkle.”
“Please, no need to be so formal. Besides, my name isn’t Mr Sparkle, it’s Nachtlicht, zough since most ponies find it difficult to pronounce, I go by Night Light these days.”
Rainbow nodded. “Alright, pleased to meet you Mr Night Light.”
“A pleasure, Fraulein.”
Twilight came running over to them at that moment. “Oh Rainbow you’re here!” She smiled as she slowed down to a trot. “I see you met my dad.”
“Yeah he’s an interesting guy.” The Pegasus grinned at the two unicorns. “So anyway, what ya need help with, Twi?”
Rainbow blinked. “That’s...neat?”
The purple unicorn nodded. “You better believe it! Most of the time, only members of the Apple Clan can compete, but this we’re being invited as a special exception! Of course we’re a little understaffed and need some help with moving supplies...”
“Not just that! We’re allowed to bring some guests along to watch and cheer us on, and so I thought you, rarity and Fluttershy would love to come by!”
“Hmm well I’m sure Rarity would love to come and watch and over medical help, and Fluttershy....well, she’s Fluttershy. And I’m kinda curious about all this too.” Rainbow Dash grinned. “I’m in! But...what about Applejack?”
“Oh her!?” Twilight snorted incredulously. “She hates farming more than anything! She’d HATE to come along!”
Rainbow shrugged. “Well then, just tell me what you need.”
“Well for now we just need some extra help packing and carrying supplies to the train station....”
Meanwhile, Appleack was busy organising her inventory for the day, when the bell rang out, signalling a customer. “OH We’re closed at the...”
She stopped talking the moment she saw who had entered. A small yellow filly with a pink bow tie tied into her bright red mane, beside a large red stallion with a messy yellow mane.
“Bloom...Mac...” The orange earth pony muttered, eyes wide, her expression melancholic, then grew enraged. “Oh, Ah See how it is! Mother and Father sent you two here to make me change my mind! That’s just low! They now how Ah feel about this, about you two! How dare they?!”
“Be quiet for jus’ one minute!” the younger filly shouted. “Ma an’ Pa are workin’ real hard for the competition but we need yer help! Please sis, we need you to help us...”
The stallion looked over to Applejack, his eyes compassionate and hopeful. “Please, Lil’ Sis. We’re family, we need ta stick t’gether.”
Applejack’s eyes softened. “But...Ah can’t...I have the Boutique and my own dreams...If Ah help you now...”
Applebloom’s gaze grew stern. “You sayin’ we cain’t count on ya anymore, huh? Yer darn dream’s too important to stay loyal to yer family!?”
Appleack’s eyes widened and she bit her lip. “Of course I’m loyal...you’re my family...” tears fell from her eyes and she shook them away. “Alright, fine! Ah’ll come along and help, but that’s it! I’m NOT going back to the farm!”
“Yay! Applejack’s comin’ back!’ Applebloom danced happily as the three of them left the boutique, Big Mac standing beside Applejack.
“Ah’m sorry it came ta this, Ah truly am.” The large stallion said. “But...we really do need the extra hooves, and yer all we can count on.”
“It’s not your fault, Mac.” Applejack said. “I would’ve done it sooner or later anyway...You’re my family, you will always have my loyalty.”
“Thanks sis...”
“Not a problem.” She smiled, though looked doubtful.
Rainbow Dash walked down to the train station with Twilight and her family, Fluttershy and Rarity also tagging along, helping with carrying what luggage they could. The unicorns and Rainbow used their magic naturally while Fluttershy happily carried some smaller packages in her luggage.
“Are you sure Spike will be ok by himself?” Rarity asked Rainbow.
“Oh he’ll be fine! He’s tougher than he looks and he knows how to take care of a library better than I can.” The Pegasus smiled proudly. “I’d be lost without him.”
Rarity smiled. “Well as long as you’re sure, I trust you.”
“Does he have plenty eat?” Twilight interjected.
Rainbow sighed in exasperation. “I’m not an IDIOT, I left plenty of food and beverages for him and plenty of books for him to read,
The two unicorns rolled their eyes as Fluttershy giggled above them.
“Now girls focus please.” Twilight’s father called out in front of them. “We're here.”
The young mares looked over, gazing at the massive pink train stationed at the local train platform. Twilight’s eyes bulged.
“Oh my celestia!” The unicorn squeeled. “It’s an actual Coal Steam Ltd. LT009 Steam Engine! The wheels made of strong iron, the body covered toughened steel, the front bumper made of pure titanium! Oh it even has a classic smoke stack!” She ran towards the locomotive, practically drooling.
Rarity and Rainbow stared as Nacht Licht chuckled. “Oh, you hazen’t seen Twilight around machines, haze you?”
“You mean this is normal?” The cyan Pegasus asked with a raised brow.
“Oh ja! Our Twilight has always loved machines, and she is a real wunderkind when it comes them!” He chuckled as he lead the mares towards the platform.
Twilight was still admiring the train, taking notes on it as the luggage was packed and the group walked onboard, finding their seats, Twilight sitting with her parents while Rarity and the two pegasi sat opposite them.
“So I never took you to be a tech-head.” Rainbow said conversationally. “Weren’t you the one who told me you’d rather get your hooves dirty farming?”
“One does not exclude the other.” The purple unicorn began simply. “The better the equipment, the more efficiently a farm can be run, so I’m always trying to find ways to improve how we run things. Every once in a while I find it refreshing to just put the tools away and do things the old fashioned way with my bare hooves. But, in the end of the day, technology will always fascinate and excite me!”
“Ya ask me, ya darn city folk should go back where ya came from, and leave th’ farmin’ to us pr’ffesh’nals.”
Night Light frowned. “Hard Cider.”
The earth stallion got up out of his seat, walking towards the unicorn stallion. “Now don’t take that tone with me! Mah family has farmed in Ponyville fer generations, and our farmin’ has done for th’ comminty than any other apart from the mayor. But you! Ya jus’ come waltzin in with yer fancy doodads and gizmos, taking vital customers away from us! We can barely make a livin’ thanks ta you!”
Night Light gazed at him coolly, unfazed. “It is neizer my nor my family’s fault that you are a poor businesspony. You spend too long harvesting, and you do not account for how many potential customers vill come along to buy from you. It is not like we are purposefully ‘stealink’ your customer’s avay.”
“Not to mention we make a point not to sell one thing!” His wife interjected. “You have only three products to your name: your apples, your zap apple jam and your cider. Granted you can make lots of things with your apples, and I applaud you for that, but its still based on a single main ingredient. Your jam is made using a special ingredient that only grows for a short time every year, and you can only provide your cider for about one single day. Mean while we have livestock to provide, wool, eggs, milk, and we have plenty of fruits and vegetables to sell, not mention our...”
“GET THE HAY OFF THIS TRAIN!” Applebloom blurted out from beside Applejack. “We don’ need no stinking unicorns, and our business rivals at that, sneaking onto our train and trying to compete in an event that is none of their beeswax!”
“OH how’d you guess we were invited?” twilight grinned wide. “I’m just so excited I can’t wait!”
“Why else would YOU folks be on this train?” Hard Cider spat on the floor. “Jus’ ferget the competition. We don’ need yer kind stealin one more thing from this family, or at least makin’ the attempt.”
Rainbow glared. “Sir, that is an unfair accusation you are making, not to mention an unreasonable request. We have already packed and boarded. I have good faith in my friend Twilight Sparkle and by extension her family, I doubt they have entered this competition through any illicit means. In other words: shut it!”
The earth stallion turned to the cyan Pegasus with a stern glare. “And who are you? What, now Pegasi think they can farm better than us earth pony folk, too?”
“I’m not a farmer, I’m a student of magic. I am merely here to support my friend in her endeavors.” She smiled as she looked over at Applejack. “Both of them, I suppose.”
Applejack gasped as all eyes turned to her and she scrabbled to hide...somehow. “N-no I’m not here! Ah-Ah’m not who you think Ah am!”
“Ah did!” Applejack gasped out. “But my family...they...they needed me, said Ah was the only one they could turn to...Ah...Ah couldn’t just leave them be when they asked for my help directly...”
Rainbow nodded. “I understand, AJ, I don’t blame you at all.” She glared at Hard Cider. I don’t blame you at all for your father’s rudeness.”
“RUDENESS!?” The earth stallion bellowed, raising his forehooves aggressively. “Why I oughtta!”
“All passengers please be seated, we are now departing all stops for Appleoosa.” One of the train’s staff said. “Please show your tickets when we pass you.”
Hard Cider grumbled as he returned to his seat, he and his family (minus Applejack, who was pointedly hiding her face again) were glaring at the ponies across from them. “When we reach Appleoosa, we’ll show ya some good old fashioned Apple family solidarity. You ain’t got what it takes ta be real farmers, mark my words.”
Rainbow growled, her wings glowing, turning to Rarity as the unicorn placed her hoof on the pegasus’ shoulder, shaking her head. Rainbow sighed and folded her wings, which stopped glowing, and sat back into her seat.
It was going to be a long trip.
Author's Note
Ok I’m kinda worried I went overboard with Night Light/Nacht Licht and Hard Cider’s accents.
Oh yeah. The reason Night Light is German/Germane is because he is based on a German MLP toy called...Nachtlicht. Well at least, the one who appeared in canon is...
Not much to say here though, since we’re just starting off I will say I am saving the Sparkle’s main export for focus on a future story, however if anyone is curious I will talk about it in the comments.
