Pony Fails

"Hey Sunset? Mind if Ah ask somethin'?"

Sunset was helping Applejack pick apples, as Big Macintosh was busy repairing the barn. Applejack had asked her other friends to help, but everybody had prior commitments, so it was just the two of them.

"Sure. You know you can ask me anything, Applejack."

"Well, it's jes'...it might be kinda embarrassin'..."

Sunset raised an eyebrow. "Is this an evil she-demon question, a Flash Sentry question, or a sex question?"

"Naw, it ain't...it ain't none'a that."

"Okay. Go for it, then."

Applejack frowned at an apple that had black, pitted holes in it and chucked it out into the orchard. "What part'a th' horse is th' doovers?"

Sunset blinked. "Huh?"

"It's jes'...you know them fancy parties Rarity's always draggin' us off to? Them parties always has all them horse doovers...Ah can't rightly figger out what part'a th' horse the doovers is, an' Ah figgered, well...you'd know."

Sunset stared at Applejack uncomprehendingly. "Uhh..."

"Ah mean, Ah ain't...Ah'm sorry if that's offensive!" Applejack said hastily. "Ah mean, it...it don't bother you none, right? Bein' reminded you was a horse back where Twilight's from an' all?"

"Pony actually, and no, but—"

"An' Ah bet it ain't easy t' talk about eatin' th' doovers offa some poor horse. Ah don't rightly know what Rarity's thinkin' an all..."

"Umm, Applejack?"

"It ain't...it ain't th' privates, is it?" Applejack asked, a sick look on her face. "Doovers ain't a horse's...y'know..."

Sunset facepalmed. "No, it's—"

"Cuz some'a them doovers sure tasted like they coulda been—"

"APPLEJACK!" Sunset shouted.

"Oh. Sorry sugarcube. You was sayin'?"

Sunset pinched the bridge of her nose. "They're not called horse doovers, they're called hors d'ouvres. It's Prench." She grimaced, then amended, "You know, 'fancy' talk. It just means appetizers. Like those little sausages you wrap in a crescent roll."

"Ooooooooooh," Applejack drawled, eyes wide in understanding. Her cheeks turned red. "Well shucks...now Ah feel like a plumb idjit."

Sunset laughed. "It's okay, Applejack. Everybody makes mistakes." She went back to picking apples.

A minute later...

"Hey! Is that why Rarity got mad an' threw me outta her house when Ah said she was an expert on hot cooter?"

Sunset slammed her forehead against the trunk of the tree.