It was a beautiful day in Ponyville

It was a beautiful day in Ponyville when Fluttershy's ass exploded. It continued being a beautiful day in Ponyville, but beautiful in other ways than usual as the skies lit up all around with a rainbow of creatively destructive colors that erupted violently in all directions from Fluttershy's hungrily exploding ass.

Rainbow Dash would be the first to notice that Fluttershy's ass had finally exploded because she had an instinctive ability to be jealous. If the hairs on the back of her neck had not already stood up in indignation, they would have lifted in response to the growing electric charge as the rainbow-colored shockwave rushed at her.

"Hey, that's my thing," were her last words as the crushing rainbow rush released by Fluttershy's exploding ass released Rainbow Dash into her separate smithereens. She was killed and died instantly, so no one would ever know if Dash meant that her thing was rainbow shockwaves or if she meant that her thing was being pointlessly destructive.

Or maybe she thought her thing was having an exploding ass?

No one would ever know the answer to that question, because as soon as The Dashed Dash had finally finished saying her final piece, the shockwave ripped through her and reduced her instantly to ash before accelerating those ashes until they broke up into free subatomic particles killing her and causing her to die instantly.

This happened so fast it happened twice and happened so close to the explosion’s center that it happened three times, and it kept happening forever.

Or maybe she would have been thinking that her thing was accelerating herself to terrible speeds and she resented that Fluttershy had, with one terrific explosion of her ass, done more than The Dashed Dash had done in a lifetime to propel her? No one can ever know, because Dash has been dead and dashed to specks of dust by Fluttershy's exploding ass for some time now.

And it will keep happening forever thanks to Fluttershy’s exploding ass as the wave bearing Rainbow Dash oscillates back and forth through time creating an opening that will be taken advantage of later.

Rarity, whose thing was definitely not having an exploding ass as such behavior was entirely undignified, felt a disturbance ripple through her forcibly. A terrible wrenching in her nethermost nethers, as if an entire wardrobe—much of it unworn—had been obliterated, and she knew at once it was Fluttershy's closet that had suffered so.

She also knew why it must have happened: it was a beautiful day in Ponyville, and so Fluttershy's ass had at last exploded.

Well that's just the way the cookie crumbles.

Rarity trembled as those words mounted the walls of her mind palace. She would never see her mother again. The story that existed between them had been over since the last time they'd spoken.

This apocalypse was all that was left for her. This next few seconds in this little space of her boutique. One last sketch, and then out with the lights forever. It wasn't fair. And she'd never again ...

She smothered her tears in their crib like a strangely loving mother. There was no time for despair as she set her Plan B into motion and began ripping dresses from the ununderstanding poniquins in her display window and throwing them into a pile in the center of the boutique.

Sassy Saddles, who was in Ponyville where it was a beautiful day as Fluttershy's ass exploded, said "Asses and Agitation, Rarity, why are you gathering all of your property into a single pile?"

"There's no time to explain, we," Rarity choked, and fought back her impulse to wail. Instead, she dumped the contents of the discount hat bin on top of some of her best work and spared a single glance back toward the direction of Fluttershy’s cottage where a horrible glow was now visible. "We just, I need everything piled here! Now!"

With Sassy's help Rarity was able to complete her fashion pile. There it was. None of it was her best work, that was behind her, but it had been good. It could have been worth something.

Not anymore. With a flick of her horn, Rarity ignited the pile and watched it burn away in flash of dazzling colors, leaving only ash and free radicals which dramatically increased Rarity and Sassy’s risk of cancer.

Not that it mattered much.

"Shockwaves and shocking sins, Rarity!" Sassy Saddles exclaimed, and Rarity wondered why her assistant kept referring to her by name even when they were the only two ponies in the room while Sassy continued, "those commodities could have been exchanged for currency which could have been used to purchase more capital for the production of more commodities!"

"No, darling," Rarity replied, and Sassy wondered why Rarity always called her 'darling' when Rarity probably knew that her name was Sassy Saddles while Rarity continued, "there is no exchange value left to be sought in this world. We're all," she choked as tears stung the corners of her eyes, "I had to destroy ... it was, it was the only way, I ..."

Rarity at last surrendered and leapt upon a couch, releasing all of her rage and sorrow at the colossal unfairness of it all, "I had to keep my works from being destroyed by Fluttershy's exploding ass!"

Sassy Saddles would have admirably compared Rarity to a kulak and received a well-deserved uppercut for the insult, but at that moment the shockwave from Fluttershy's exploding ass tore the damned doors off the Carousel Boutique. The unicorns within screamed and leapt into each other's hooves, burying their snoots in each other's floof and shivering in terror for a full second as the roof followed shortly partitioning into pieces section by section as each mounted layer was ripped away, then the walls and everything in them was ripped away. At last they were killed and died instantly after an eternity of terror.

Rumors (which will be started by this very sentence) that Rarity may have wet herself as this happened are all vile slanders and libels and not to be believed. She would never do such a thing! Never! A curse on the previous sentence for even suggesting such a thing!

Pinkie Pie felt Fluttershy's ass explode as a twitch in her own ass that rushed down her hooves and then back up again like a cartoon anvil bouncing up through the throat of an unfortunate coyote upon impact with the ground. That was the usual feeling she had when someone's kitchen was destroyed and they'd need a couple days cooked meals brought to them, but this time she knew it wasn't just the kitchen. It was everything, and it had been destroyed because it was a beautiful day in Ponyville and Fluttershy's ass had exploded.

Pinkie rushed up to her room above Sugar Cube Corner where she'd stored her own Plan B.

Gripping a lever with her mouth (so gross! I know!), she unleashed a flock of balloons which expanded with the speed of an exploding Fluttershy’s ass and erupted out the several hatchways on the roof. In an instant, they hit the end of their tethers and began to strain as they struggled to pull the building beneath them out of its foundations.

The whole structure groaned in birth pangs which mirrored the death pangs of the world dying in the shadow of Fluttershy’s exploding ass.

Seeing that was done, Pinkie Pie autodefenestrated through her closed bedroom window in fine Bohemian style shattering the glass around her in bloody spectacle.

With a mighty squish she hit the ground and sprained several of her internal-most organs.

After several moments passed, she lurch-staggered to her feet from the bloody pavement and shook broken glass from her sides as she realized her terrible mistake! She'd done it wrong!

Meanwhilst in the distance the shockwave was expanding and ripping apart the edges of Ponyville—which was experiencing a beautiful day because Fluttershy's ass had exploded—and blasting all matter before it into a rainbow of delightful photons for all to see on this beautiful day in Ponyville.

Pinkie held a hoof over her nose as if preparing for a dive and jumped backwards, up through the shattered second story window of her home. Cheerfully she opened the now broken and useless window and autodemurumstrated through the wall next to the window, leaving a Pinkie Pie shaped hole in the wood as she crashed back down to the ground below and lay now surrounded by splinters.

The shockwave was at this point just a few blocks away from Sugar Cube Corner. Time was running out like a bad customer with saddlebags full of sugar and complimentary crackers, determined not to pay their bill as they bolted (a synonym for ran, the past tense of run, run being the word one uses when describing sand running through an hour glass as time passes away from the pony who contemplates the hour glass, wasting their time while a customer they should have been watching runs) out the exit.

Pinkie Pie lurch-staggered to her hooves and looked up at the hole punched in the above mentioned wall—which definitely was mentioned above in the text you can go back up there and check for it if you want—and she realized she'd done it again. She, again holding her hoof over her nose, leapt again backwards up and passed again through the conveniently Pinkie Pie hole in the wall into her bedroom.

Once happily returned there, she slip-gripped her hooves under the edge of the wooden wall and with a grunt tore it free of the baseboards.

The walls of Pinkie’s room clitterously clattered and penisously clacked upward as it rolled back into itself disappeared just as a broken garage door won't do. This exercise left the roof of Pinkie’s room hovering impossibly in the air beneath the balloons still straining to tear Sugar Cube Corner free.

Satisfied, Pinkie ran downstairs, past the bewildered and terrified Cakes who had been standing at the base of the stairs looking up, through the bakery which hadn't been doing anything, leapt up on a table between two shocked teenagers who will go unnamed and never be mentioned again, and autodefenestrated again through the big display window at the front of the store and landed out on the street surrounded by broken glass and splinters for the third time this day. She was also surrounded by bewildered and terrified cakes (sweet cakes that she might have eaten, not the pony Cakes that she lived with, even though they were also very sweet (the Cakes were sweet in the way of being kind and not in the way that Pinkie would want to eat them)) she had propelled through the window with her, which was a first for today.

She stood again, shaking blood and frosting and shattered glass off her and realized she'd made the same mistake for the third time today!

At this point, she also realized that the shockwave from Fluttershy's exploding ass was just a few meter maids away.

The meter maids, for their part, carried out their jobs without fear or remorse as all upholders of the state must and were holding their stupid place at regular intervals along the street as a measure of distance.

Even while each one in sequence screamed in terror and pain as she was devoured by the force of Fluttershy’s hungrily exploding ass, they refused to move.

Pinkie, at last, realized it was about time she quit assing about and wasting time. Instead, she pulled a shovel from her mane and quickly set about digging into the foundations around Sugar Cube Corner.

With the balloons tugging from above, it was only seconds' of work to weaken the foundations of the building and set Sugar Cube Corner flying. Seeing the building rising to the open sky, Pinkie held a hoof over her nose as if preparing for a dive and leapt backwards through the broken display window for the last time in her life.

"You did it! You've saved us" Carrot Cake shouted as the building lifted into the air.

"Oh no, nothing could do that. The explosion of Fluttershy's ass is inescapable. I’ve just always wanted to do something really fucking stupid like try to launch this whole fucking place into the sky, but I used to be worried about the consequences.” Pinkie opened the broken display window by lifting the glass out of its frame and flipping the shattered pane out and down to the ground where it exploded. “Now I don't have worry because we're all going to fucking die! Also, I can say fuck now because I’m about to die! It feels fucking great!"

Then a nail driven just ahead of the explosion from Fluttershy's exploding ass shredded one of the balloons bearing the bakery and sent the whole structure careening into the edge of the explosion.

“Isn’t this all so fucking wonderful and fun,” squealed Pinkie Pie as everything that was solid dissolved into the air, and she and everypony in Sugar Cube Corner was killed and died instantly.

Applejack’s family were in their farmhouse, and, like the occupants of a farmhouse filmed in black and white being scraped from the earth by an enormous shockwave from an exploding ass, they were scraped from the earth by the enormous shockwave of Fluttershy’s exploding ass.

Applejack, however, was not with them.

Happily for herself and for nopony else in her family, Applejack was in a deep, deep hole with nopony else in her family when the shockwaves of Fluttershy's exploding ass passed overhead.

And so she was not killed. And since she was not killed, she did not die instantly. Instead she was left alive at the bottom of her self-carved gutter while everypony else in her family was obliterated from the earth.

Instead, she stared in confusion at the rainbow as it ripped by overhead.

An instant later, she was slammed snoot first into the dirt by pressure wave of the world seeking any exit from the force of Fluttershy's exploding ass.

Stones crashed into the back of her head rattling her brain. Dirt was forced into mane as the surface of the earth was forced down over her.

She was smothered in hot darkness.

But she survived.

Survival meant Applejack was the first to experience the vacuum left in the wake of Fluttershy's exploding ass.

The instant after the crushing pressure forced Applejack’s poor snoot down into the bottom of her hole the air was ripped back out past her.

First, the earth above her was stripped straight up. Then, the dirt beneath her was ripped right up and sprayed into her poor face.

She closed her eyes tight against this new assault.

Her ears popped violently.

She worked her jaw furiously trying to equalize the pressure in her head. This only allowed dirt into her mouth.

Then the ground was gone as she was yanked skyward toward the sky. Panicking, she reached out her hooves to grip the edges of her hole.

And her mouth was still filling with dirt.

The terrible suction of the void left in the wake of Fluttershy’s ass seemed to carry on forever. Applejack's hooves carved twin ruts in the earth as she was pulled inch by inch upward. She was swallowing the dirt now.

Then the silence.

Gravity reasserted its bill against Applejack.

She fell back down the hole and her snoot was booped quite violently by bottom of her hole.

It hurt her poor, little nosey quite a lot to land on it like that.

The shock also made her quite stupid. So stupid that she was thinking about her snoot and poor, little nosey.

More earth fell to cover her again and she lay there face down in her grave for a long, long time.