Glowing Cupcakes

It was very silent at the area around Fluttershy’s home. The little cute animals walked about freely, yet staying close to the little house as they knew that a certain yellow pony over there fed them and took care of them regularly. Suddenly, the peace was broken by large stomps that where separated between each other in a slow pattern. Each stomp sent small vibrations through the ground and disturbed the animals there. They started to scatter and look about in fear of a large animal coming to eat them. Some hid under the small arc bridge, some hid in the tree holes, and others scattered around in fear.

Indeed a large animal was coming, there was no doubt about that, but the animal coming had no intention for damage. It was Fluttershy, standing forty feet tall. She looked around the area outside her house, sad to see the animals ran away from her. She poked her large head under the arc bridge slowly, seeing a group of terrified huddled little bunnies and squirrels breathing quickly.

“Please don’t be afraid, mister rabbits…mister squirrel…please…” begged Fluttershy, speaking as low and soft as she could. The animals looked at her, shocked in total fright.

“Please don’t be afraid of me..” Fluttershy begged quietly. The animals ran off in terror to her dismay. Fluttershy started to cry silently, as huge drops of tears fell off her eyes into the river. She didn’t need to use the arc bridge to get to the other side, the river was now just a gap that she could easily walk over. She felt very depressed and walked behind her house, curling up and beginning to cry at all the animals being afraid of her. The fact that she couldn’t fit into her own house made her feel even more miserable, and with a few tears, hiccups and sniffs she sadly went to sleep.

Elsewhere, at Rarity’s place, Rarity had gone to her home. Of course, she was in Applejacks body, and had to open the door by herself. She went inside, forgetting to close the door behind her, as she usually was accustomed to closing it with magic. As Applejack, she didn’t have a horn, and couldn’t do this. She realized after some time and went to close it. After doing so, she went upstairs. She saw her sister, Sweetie Belle, cutting through a cloth with scissors in the shape of a cape.

“Sweetie Belle! How many times will I have to remind you not to cut the clothes and cloth that I will be using!” Rarity scolded. It sounded as if Applejack was trying to imitate Rarity with a good accent.

“Applejack?” Sweetie Belle thought as she turned around.

“Applejack?!” she cried again, taken aback at seeing Applejack in her house. “What brings you here?”

“Sweetie Belle,” ‘AppleJack’ said, “I’m Rarity. Something has gone horribly wrong at Pinkie’s Party!”

Sweetie Belle was still dumbfounded at how AppleJack was talking to her as if she was Rarity. She didn’t know about what happened, and wasn’t expecting that her sister would one day come back as Applejack.

“Sweetie Belle, listen to me. Something has gone wrong, and…”

“…Applejack?...” Sweetie Belle said again, still confused.

“Okay, Sweetie Belle, let me break it down nice and simple for you. Listen. I am Rarity. Applejack is in my body. I am in hers. Got it?”

Sweetie Belle kept staring at her blankly, and the brightened up quickly, “Okay sis!” while still trying to believe and figure out what’s going on.

“Good,” Rarity said, “now, I’ll get started on some new designs for clothes.”

She walked to a table with a pile of cloth on it. She stood there for a few moments and then sighed angrily. “Oh crystals! I can’t do this without my horn! I just can’t! Wait, wait, Rarity, you can do this…” She took off the cowgirl hat from her head, which was of Applejacks. “ I just…no no, I don’t need my horn. I’ll just…pull them to the sewing machine and I’ll be on my way…I don’t need my horn there..”

She went about, and pulled the cloths one by one with her mouth. She dragged them over to her little machine, and lay one of them on the table. She started to move the cloth under the machine, but nothing happened. She remembered that she controlled the machine with magic, and now that she was in the body of a land pony, she remembered that she couldn’t do this. She let her face fall flat onto the table and started to cry.

Sweetie Belle came over to her. “What’s wrong, App….um, I mean, sis?” she asked.

Rarity started wailing and crying, jumping onto her bed and laying in self pity. “Oh, I can’t take this any longer! I live by making these clothes, how can I spend a day not making clothes! I am stuck in a body of a farmer pony! Oh, woe is me! Woe is me!” She went on like this for some minutes. Sweetie Belle was sad at her sister in such pain, even if she was in Applejack’s body, she still felt broken hearted from her sister’s mental pain and agony. She waited for her to calm down, and said;

“Sis, you could always ask for help.” Sweetie Belle said with a slightly fake yet big friendly smile on her face. Rarity stopped crying. She looked at Sweetie Belle, and then at her own hooves, which where orange. She started to smile. “Yes! That’s a brilliant idea! I’ll..I’ll ask Applejack to help me, now that she’s got my powers. Yes. Yes! That’s a great idea. Oh thank you Sweetie Belle! My little darling!” she said as she petted Sweetie Belle on the head multiple times with her right hoof. “I’ll go to her right now.”

She made for the door with such haste she forgot to close the door again, which was then closed by Sweetie Belle, who sighed, happy that she gave new hope to her sister.

However, Applejack was finding trouble of her own. From her family’s point of view, it seemed that Rarity had come to their place trying to convince them that she’s Applejack, which, as her granny told her.

“That’s a nice little story, Rarity. Care for an apple pie?”

Applejack just couldn’t convince her family that she was Applejack. They all thought that Rarity was trying to pretend to be Applejack for strange reasons. Giving up, she went outside the barn and sat down, feeling down in the dumps.

Finally, Big Macintosh had arrived from Apple Bucking with a full load of apples, and was surprised to see Rarity sitting down outside the barn.

“Err..Rarity? What ar’ you doing here in the afternoon?” Big Macintosh asked, stopping.

“Look, Big Macintosh,” said Applejack sadly, “the family don’ believe me. Something weird happened at Pinkie’s Party today and I’ve swapped bodies with Rarity somehow. Dun’ ask me how, but it just happened. Everyone thinks I’m Rarity.”

Big Macintosh stepped backwards in surprise to hear such a familiar accent coming from the mouth of one he thought of as a posh pony, and just knew that it just wasn’t Rarity.

“…Applejack? Well, I just can’t bel…. Um. Don’t worry, I believe ya.”

Applejack smiled. She scratched her purple curled mane.

“This body. It just dun’ belong to me,” she said, “it belongs to Rarity. I wish I could just, give it back somehow. I miss my tree-kickin’ body. I feel….soft and weak.”

Big Macintosh sat down beside her.

“Now you listen here, sister,” Big Macintosh said in his deep yet calming voice, “I believe, that one day everything will be back to normal. I can’t tell when, but I tell you you’ll be apple-bucking before the weeks ended.” He put a hoof around Applejack, going through the blue curls of hair and petting the white skin of her back in a brother to sister comforting way.

He stood up. “Now remember, y’hear? You’ll be back to normal. I’ll speak to the family, bring some sense to them, okay?”

Applejack nodded, blowing away some blue hairs that had now gone onto her white face. Big Macintosh nodded at her as a goodbye and left towards the farmhouse with his load of apples.