"Trixie knows your one true weakness, Sparkle." the mare held a succulent, shiny peach within her hooves, offering Twilight a bite. Twilight recoiled in fear.

"No! Nonononono! Not those again! Nu-uh!" with a blast of magic, Twilight plastered the peach against the nearest tree, splashing juice all over Trixie's steadily-reddening form.

"You- You'll PAY, Sparkle!" Trixie lit her horn and uttered a few zebrican incantations, her magic floating over to the peach's remains. A soft blue glow caressed the broken fruit's body, heralding its succulent soul back to its shell as a bluish mist settled over the mushed remains. The pit rose, followed by the crushed innards, the whole amalgamation sealing within the bruised skin it had once boasted, the purplish tints adding an ominous atmosphere to the room.

Twilight gulped. She turned about, only to see the remains of the shredded peaches from her garbage disposal crawling from the sink - small, digit-less limbs squelched out and in as the peach gunk drew closer.

"It's over, Sparkle. Admit it, Trixie wins, you lose. Trixie reanimated the peaches left in your wake, and Trixie will use them to destroy you, Sparkle! Ahahahahaa!"

"A... all? Y... you mean... Oh no..." Twilight glanced to her windows, before the first screams broke her attention.

"Not again!"

"Are those ZOMBIE PEACHES?"

They've come back to get revenge!"

"The HORROR!"

Twilight sighed, lighting her horn, and dissipating the peaches with a wave of her head.

Her expression drew to confused as she noticed the fruits still advancing ever-onward toward her home.
An eerie wail echoed from the crowd. "Peeeeeeaach.... ooolutionn" raising the hairs on Twilight's neck on end.

She grabbed a nearby spellbook, a quill, and a sack of herbs from Zecora, before teleporting out of the library, leaving Trixie searching frantically. "Get back here, Sparkle! I want to see the look on your face when the fruit juices you! Come out!"

Twilight, in the meantime, stood atop her tree, focusing powerful magic into an herbal concoction, intended to free the souls of the undead peaches. Her horn crackled with strain, and she could smell the saccharine rot of the decaying army invading her nose. Scrunching her muzzle, she unleashed her spell, covering every undead peach in its glow.

Like a candle under a tidal wave, the life force of thousands of undead peaches groaned out in abstract terror, before being silenced at once...

With the undulating maw of an Ursa.

The bear, having been lulled out of its hibernation by the potent Urs-nip Zecora had helped create, began to stumble away happily, the shocked face of Trixie blanching as her army fell victim to the night sky. As the final peach disappeared underpaw, Trixie fell to her knees, the spell broken. "That... should have worked..." Trixie mumbled. "So... many peaches."

"You're forgetting one thing, Trixie: Peaches have pits, and an Ursa's stomach is commonly known to be a bottomless pit. Ursas love fruits with pits because they believe it fills their stomach and makes them whole. Any base-level mage knows that!" As the remnants of the Rot Fuzz drained away, so too did Trixie's confidence, the mare deflating as reality took a hold of her thoughts. Turning, she faced Twilight with a nervous chuckle, and made to leave, before being blocked off by Twilight. A lone peach floated beside Twilight, the unmarred fruit hovering menacingly closer to Trixie. The showmare jumped back in fear, before letting out a shaky breath.

"Er...Trixie is willing to reconcile."

Author's Note

I honestly don't remember writing this xD

But I found it, and I'm posting it anyways ahaha!

I SWEAR this is all the peaches I have.