Just as a heads-up, I was eleven when I wrote this story, and thus it is absolutely horrendous as well as unintentionally funny during some parts. Proceed with caution.
It was a normal day on the farm, with Applejack and Big Mcintosh applebucking the apple trees. Applebloom was out with her friends, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, trying to get their Cutie Marks. Granny Smith was in her rocking chair, thinking of the old times.
“Hey, Big Mcintosh! Can ya go and get Apple Bloom? I’m needin’ her when I’m making the grape juice,” Applejack asked. She was looking at Big Mcintosh, who looked back and replied, “Yup.”
Big Mcintosh walked over to the path, and down onto the road leading to Ponyville. “Welp, once I’m done applebuckin’ these here trees, me and Apple Bloom are gonna make some grape juice!” Applejack said to herself. She looked over at Winona, who was playfully chasing a squirrel. When the squirrel climbed up the tree, the dog stopped at it’s tracks and barked up at the squirrel, who was on a branch. Attempting to climb the tree, Winona scratched at the tree, getting a few inches off the ground before plummeting to the ground. “Oh, Winona! Don’t do that, girl, that’s bad for the tree,” Applejack said. Winona turned her head towards Applejack, and slowly backed away from the tree. The squirrel looked down from it’s tree, and slowly climbed down. The squirrel looked in fear at Winona, and then at Applejack.
“We’re here!” Apple Bloom said excitedly. The squirrel quickly looked at her before racing back up the tree. Winona ran to the tree and started to bark yet again. “So, what are we gonna do today, sis?” Apple Bloom asked.
“Winona, sit! Ya know better than to scrape our trees up!” Applejack shouted. Winona whimpered, and so enough she sat down. “Well, sugarcube, we’re gonna be doin’ some grape juice! Get ready to get messy!” She exclaimed. She glanced back at Winona, who was staring up the tree, waiting for the squirrel to come down the tree.
“Oh, boy! Grape juice! Can I do the mashin’?” Apple Bloom asked.
“She thing, sugarcube. Now, c’mon, we have a lot to do,” Applejack said, as they walked to the barrel full of grapes.
“What else do we have to do?”
“Well, we’ll do the grapes, put the bad apples and throw ‘em out, and then we feed the cattle.”
“Okay!”
As the sisters walked away, Big Mcintosh realized Winona was gone. He looked around, and saw him sticking his nose into a hole. Not worrying about it, he walked away.
Winona had been distracted, and had chased a rabbit into a hole. The hole was under a bush, so it would’ve been hard to find if Winona hadn’t chased the rabbit there. She stuck her nose into the hole, and sniffed around, trying to find any sign of the rabbit. That’s when Winona was bitten by another rabbit that had hopped along the road. Winona howled, which soon turned to growling, and then barking. The rabbit seemed not to be afraid, and hopped towards her. She swiped at the rabbits head, and the rabbit plopped dead to the ground.
Winona ran to Applejack, who had just gotten to the barrel. She barked at her, and that’s when Applejack looked over and saw the bite. “Oh, what in tarnation happened to you? Did somethin’ bite ya?” She asked.
“What’s wrong, sis?” Apple Bloom asked.
“Winona got bit. She’s bleeding, so will you get a cloth?”
“Sure thing,”
Winona was bleeding from the side, while blood dripped from her fur. She whimpered at the pain of the bite from the rabbit. “What the hay happened to you?” Applejack asked.
“Here’s the cloth. What’d Winona get bit by?” Apple Bloom asked.
Applejack grabbed the cloth, and answered, “I dunno, but it’s bleedin’ hard.” She put the cloth over the bite wound, and wrapped it around Winona’s body. “Well, I sure hope that doesn’t get infected. Go and get me some disinfectant, will ya?”
Apple Bloom ran to the house and grabbed the disinfectant from a counter, and ran back to Applejack. “Here, sis.”
“Thanks, sugarcube,” Applejack responded, smiling at Apple Bloom. She took off the cloth, which had already been bled through, and sprayed disinfectant on the wound. She then wrapped the cloth back over the wound.
After a long time over squishing grapes, throwing out bad apples, and feeding the livestock, it was time for dinner. The dinner consisted of vegetables, oatmeal, and some fruit. Afterwards, everybody went to bed.
The next morning, Applejack got up and woke Big McIntosh, Apple Bloom, and Granny Smith up. “Okay, guys, we gotta go to a rodeo, ‘cause since we didn’t win last year, we’re gonna win this time,” Applejack said, while eating her toast. “We can’t go on like this, we have to start winnin’! We gotta raise money the farm and such, so we gotta get money from that rodeo.”
“What ‘bout Winona? We can’t leave her here!” Apple Bloom asked.
“Oh, don’t worry, lil’ sis, he’s goin’ to Fluttershy’s. He’ll be fine there.”
When Winona had arrived at Fluttershy’s, she instantly got food. “Here you go, little guy. I hope you like it,” Fluttershy said. She pushed the food bowl towards Winona, and Winona quickly gobbled down the food. “Wow, you must be hungry. Here’s a little more, but that’s it, okay?” Winona ate the food, and wagged her tail, smiling. “Oh, aren’t you the cutest little puppy? Oh, you got hurt? Well, I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have that rag on you either, I’ll take it off.” She took the cloth off and put it in the sink. Fluttershy pet Winona, and then walked away from Winona to feed the other animals.
At about 7:00 PM, Fluttershy noticed Winona was licking the bite wound. She walked to Winona, and said, “Oh, don’t do that,” when she was interrupted by Winona barking at her. Fluttershy backed away, and nervously whispered, “I-I’m sorry, for whatever I did.” Winona continued to bark, and soon ran off next to a clock. She started the scratch the wound, but soon continued to lick it. Fluttershy attempted to slowly walk over, but Winona started to bark when this happened.
Fluttershy decided to just go to bed, and the next morning she was awoken by a howling. She ran downstairs to find Winona howling, and when she saw Fluttershy, she ran off. “W-Wait, Winona, what’s wrong?” she asked.
Winona soon came across a robin, which it’s left wing was broken, making it flightless. Winona barked, and the bird tried to run, but it was caught in the mouth of Winona. She whipped the robin around and threw it to the ground, then biting the other wing off, and then she disemboweled the bird. She cut through it’s flesh with her sharp teeth, and whipped the flesh around, painting whatever it hit red of blood. The green grass was now tainted with blood, along with Winona’s teeth. The dog ripped the bird’s intestinal tract out of place before whipping it at a tree, and then broke the robin’s spine by stomping on it.
Winona ran over to a large mouse, and broke it’s spine by stepping on it. She picked up the mouse with her teeth, and whipped it over to a rose bush, where it was penetrated by a thorn. Fluttershy saw the dead bird and screamed in shock, when she saw Winona turning her head towards her, growling. She started to bark, and ran towards her. Fluttershy ran into her house, forgetting to close the door out of sheer terror, and slid under the stairs. The dog ran in, but smelling Fluttershy’s scent, Winona ran underneath the stairs, where Fluttershy was bitten in her leg. Winona violently tore flesh off her bones before Fluttershy reached for a chair, and pulled herself on top. Winona continued to bark, but later ran out the house. Fluttershy yelled for help, but could hardly make out a word, as she was crying so hard.
Winona ran towards Ponyville, where she saw Lyra sitting on a bench. “Oh, hi ther-” Lyra was interrupted when Winona jumped on her and tore her right cheek open. Blood spurted everywhere while Lyra shouted for help, and as ponies rushed over to see what was happening, Winona had already ripped open her chest, puncturing her lungs. She gasped for her final breath, and then dropped dead. Blood had sprayed all over the bench, and her left lung was laying on the ground, ripped in half. Golden Harvest tried to get Winona off of Lyra, but her leg was bitten, and she screamed. Winona climbed on top of Golden Harvest, and started to pull at her hair. She was screaming in pain when all the ponies ran away in fear they would be next. Winona ripped her hair off, and then broke her neck by biting into it. Winona howled, then ripped Golden Harvest’s leg open by clawing at it. Blood instantly came out, and stained the road red.
After killing Lyra and Golden Harvest, she ran off to the Sweet Apple Acres, where the Apple family had just gotten back from the rodeo. “Boy, did we sure win that one! Oh, hey, Winona!” Apple Bloom exclaimed. Winona leaped on top of Applejack, knocking her down.
“Hey, Winona! I’m sure-Ow! Hey, stop bitin’!” Applejack yelled. Winona was biting Applejack’s leg, when she shouted, “Winona! Get off!” It did no use but make Winona dig deeper. Blood was pouring out, and dripping all over the ground, turning the dirt red. She ripped off a chunk of flesh and threw it at Apple Bloom, who screamed. “Big McIntosh, get the shovel! Oh god, get off of me!”
Her brother ran over and got the shovel, ran back and whacked Winona on the head. She started to get up, but he hit him once more. Winona was laying dead, on the road. “M-mad dog!” Applejack exclaimed, her eyes tearing up.
“Someone HELP! Applejack’s been hurt!” Apple Bloom shouted. Big McIntosh lifted Applejack into the carriage, and they rode to the hospital.
“Do you know what the dog had?” Applejack asked the doctor.
“Yes, he had Rabies. Someone named Fluttershy was also bitten, and I’m sorry to say, but you’re both going to die.” The doctor replied. Apple Bloom, sitting next to Applejack, started to cry. She hugged her sister tight and cried, “I’m gonna miss you sis!”
“I’ll miss you, too, sugarcube,” Applejack replied. “Just remember, I’ll still be in your soul, even if you ain't able to see me.” Apple Bloom continued to cry, and soon stopped.
“Ain’t there a cure?” Apple Bloom asked.
“Well, there is, but it’s quite hard,” the doctor answers. “It would cost at least a thousand dollars.”
“Darn-Wait! The rodeo! We got $5,000 dollars! We can cure Fluttershy AND Applejack!” Apple Bloom exclaimed.
“Oh yeah, that’s right! My goodness we went to that rodeo!” Applejack said.
The hospital put both Applejack and Fluttershy in an induced coma, and gave them both given a mixture of ketamine and midazolam to suppress brain activity, and the antiviral drugs ribavirin and amantadine, while waiting for her immune system to produce antibodies to attack the virus. They were both taken out of medical care after seven months. The extent of brain damage they had suffered was of initial concern, but while they had suffered some, the disease (and treatment) seemed to have left their cognitive abilities largely intact. The end.
