Applejack walked into the marketplace of Ponyville. She shook nervously, feeling hot all over and unable to grasp her thoughts. It was weird to want to come over there in the first place, but she needed to smash something. The first thought she had is of eating something since hunger took a toll on her. A metal bat; unmarked with any logo, had pure aluminum from its head to tip. One could tell that it was home created from bare hooves since it had beaten marks from its creation. Strapped, the old heirloom on her back shook with each step, the leather used to hold it in place, so tightly wrapped around her torso.
There was no pony in sight, just the delicious fruit sitting idly on the stands. No pony would dare steal now a days so it was okay to let your fruit shake under the cold wind of the night. Good for keeping them fresh and cold for ponies to buy with their glistening bits. Applejack knew that taking these fruit was a crime punishable by a painful and fear-inducing death. She needed to smash these fruits to smithereens, it's done or else she would lose her mind. The raging heat is too real, her heart pulsated rapidly, each cardiac beat pumping blood through her veins to feed it.
She made it to a wooden stand to see some watermelons just waiting for crushing.Applejack drooled uncontrollably by the sight. It looked too delicious to ignore, crushing one would surely cool her down. Shaking hooves filled with surging power set the watermelon on the ground. The bat got caught off of Applejack's back, she lifted her hooves high as she sat near the fruit. Gritting her teeth, Applejack felt the weakness of her body wash away in to a single force, dominated by the urge to smash. She needed this to end, it was too agonizing to have this unnatural plague affect her body.
All of this nonsense began when she was harvesting apples. The hard hit of the tree and the rough touch from the back of her hoof. This was a feeling much too familiar that she endured usually each day. Only once did this change when a cold, solid like rock fell on to her leg. Applejack yelped, her body pent-up with a spicy heat that made her feel unnaturally hot. Something so odd would usually be noticed. Applejack regained her composure, and continued her daily regimen. The ferocity, the feeling would not be ignored and she could feel herself being transformed.
The heat, no, the emotion grasped her like the purest silk that stroked against the skin. It felt so good, the moonlight up high watched horrified by Applejack's smile. She grasped the bat tightly to give strength for decimating the fruit. Her eyes watched it, so idle and peaceful that it disgusted her to the point of vomiting. It had to go, it must be vaporized by her power. With all the might in her place, she slammed with her all on to the fruit. It splashed everywhere, got on the exterior of some fruit stands and all over Applejack's body. So covered in the juices that she needed anything, but more.
Stained on her mane, the sticky liquid that dripped from the tip of her hairy ends. Applejack felt the heat grow incredible. Its Intoxication beyond anything she could fathom. She imagined a black thin wave spread over her skin like a cancer killing its host. Music started to play, glorious thunderous sound that made her grab her bat with delight. A choir of angelic beings, breathing life into her heart. Galloping, then throwing the carts into the ground. Desperation to have more decimation, the fruits would have no mercy.
It's all their fault! Why are they so Delectable
Applejack consecutively colored the streets. Each smash on a lemon, pear, or cucumber, tomato and... more. Breathing so much that she is out of breath. She finally calmed down just a smidgen. Will breathed back in to her and she looked at her dirty work. Fallen fruit, broken to pieces over the street that it made a trail of rainbow colors. Exhaustion conquered her will to destroy, she sat down on the ground and fell in the sweet nectar. She swam through the remains, rolling to cool her body.
So much destruction, even the wooden stands are decimated. Their frames filled with dents and holes from Applejacks force. Then, she stood and looked at the moon. The fire inside was overwhelming, crawling through her body like a sickness. Little bit of fruit were left on what stands that weren't untouched. She leaped and slammed the bat where the fruit was, vaporizing the wooden structure that held everything within. A plum dropped to the ground and Applejack slammed it with her now bent bat. A cannon of juice fired in to her right eye and she fell back, grasping it covered with goodness. All that it needed is a taste. A slurp and it tasted sweet with a weak fruity flavor.
Applejack looked around herself. All the fruit stands were either completely broken to pieces, smashed over the ground, or crushed to a pulp. She felt weak, so weak, the music stopped playing its beautiful and rising sonata. She could only balance herself from falling to the ground using the bat like a cane. Each breath hastened, she trying her best to stay up. All weakness slowed her down, the feeling of the wet floor and a sudden quick loss of consciousness. Her bat sliding until it hit a piece of wood that stood.
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The silent wind of the night sky. A figure that has a serpent-like visage could barely be seen from the darkness. It arrived in Sweet Apple Acres, its apple trees could be seen from so far. The figure continued flying through, until it arrived in the Ponyville marketplace. So dark, that it decided to throw a light into the sky. A body filled with different body parts, a certain dracon-equis levitated above the mess. He scratched his head, he then flew and found the unconscious body of Applejack slumbering calmly. He outstretched his claw and energy flowed out from Applejack to his palm.
"So there was my Rage Orb, heh, poor Applejack must have absorbed it while harvesting trees."
He took a second to survey the surrounding area and giggled fervently.
Lets see you explain all this when you wake up tomorrow!
Discord flew away through the night sky from where he came.
