Invisible Earth Pony: I'm Living A Lie

Applebloom yawned, she felt more comfortable than she had in years. She looked out the window, all she could see were cottages and trees.
They must be in Ponyville. Applebloom shook Tender gently.

Tender groaned and swatted Applebloom, “stop…”

“We’re in Ponyville,” Applebloom squealed.

“Oh shoot,” Tender grumbled, sitting up. “We could get infected.”

“Way ahead of you,” Applebloom created a mask over her muzzle and Tender’s light orange one. A can of disinfectant spray forms in Applebloom’s steady hooves. “This might last…” The train comes to a halt in the station.

Ponies wearily staggered off as Tender sprayed the air with the disinfectant spray. Applebloom clung to his side and remade the masks fixated to their faces.

“So this is Ponyville,” Applebloom smiled. Houses lined the wide streets. Timber-framed and thatch-roofed. “So where should we go first.”
“We need some place to say for a while,” Tender nodded.

“Is there a Motel,” Applebloom asked.

“I’ll find a map,” Tender left Applebloom’s side, making her shiver. Tender trotted over to a map plastered over the side of a building. His hoof ran over the smooth surface, he tapped a spot on it thoughtfully.

“There’s a hotel just up the road,” Tender turned back.

“Great, and it’s getting late,” Applebloom nodded.