The Mortality of a Fleeting Paradise

It was late at night, it had been along day, as usual. Applejack had had to do Big Macs work for the day, so she was exhausted.

After taking off her prized Stetson she slumped into bed and was asleep.

Rainbow dash awoke from her light nap and heard a beeping sound.

She ran to her CCTV monitoring rig, to see if her suspicions were correct.

They were.

Gazing at her monitor she saw applejack in bed asleep.

"Awwww yeah" roared dash as she harnessed all of her speed to get to sweet apple acres as fast as she could.

When she arrived at the front porch of the apple family home, she crept up to the door and pulled a massive keying with an even larger amount of keys on it, seemingly from nowhere. She found the the key labeled: farm house front door.

It was pitch black, but that didn't affect dash, she had broken in here so many times she knew exactly where everything was.

She crept up the stairs, then she stopped at the 2nd door on the left.

Her heart beat faster and faster the closer her outstretched cyan blue hoof crept towards the stoic, and shiny doorknob.

As soon as she touched it she recoiled quickly as the icy touch of the untouched brass was rather chilly.

She went for the door knob, this time prepared for its arctic sting.

She gripped the handle tightly so she could turn it more quietly.

The first of many slight clicks broke forth the silence, causing rainbows pleasure to mount, as she realised how close she was to the mare she had stalked for so many years.

The second click of the tumbler rising and locking into place as the handle twisted, the slowness caused the handle to remember its brief fling with lock, it had been a very happy time for the handle but he had to break it of because she took away his freedom. Plus handle found her sleeping with key the biggest stud around.

Rainbow turned the handle more swiftly now causing her pleasure to increase.

After 5 minutes of precarious handle turning she was in...