Of Fillies and Stallions: Lil' Apple's Stay at Sweet Apple Acres

Starlight Glimmer peered over her bubbling cauldron, her brow furrowed in concentration. The cozy confines of her magical laboratory were filled with the scent of arcane herbs and the faint crackling of energy from her experiment. She carefully measured out a pinch of phoenix feather dust and added it to the mixture, muttering to herself, "Alright, just a bit more and this should be perfect."

It was all coming together…finally. After repeatedly tweaking the recipe, originally documented in Old Ponish, and trying to portion out the ingredients for what seemed like an eternity, she seemed to be close to a meaningful breakthrough.

As she reached for the next ingredient—a rare crystallized dewdrop harvested under a full moon—her hoof slipped. With a clatter, the dewdrop tumbled into the brew. Instantly, the potion began to fizz and glow with an intense green light. Starlight's eyes widened in alarm as she staggered back, nearly tripping over a stack of ancient scrolls.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! That’s not supposed to do that," she exclaimed, her voice tinged with a mix of surprise and worry. The cauldron let out a low hum, and then, with a sudden burst of energy, a shockwave blasted outward, throwing Starlight off her hooves and slamming her into a bookshelf. Spells and tomes rained down around her in a chaotic cascade of fluttering pages.

Groaning, Starlight rubbed her head and sat up, surveying the aftermath of her unexpected explosion. Her mane was frazzled, and she could feel a slight tingling in her horn—an unsettling sign that magic was still disturbed around her.

"Great job, Starlight," she muttered sarcastically to herself. "Now what did I just set loose?"

As if in answer, she noticed a trail of green light shooting out of her window and streaking across the sky. It zipped away like a comet, disappearing into the horizon.

"Uh oh," Starlight muttered, scrambling to her hooves and rushing to the window. "I hope that doesn't cause any problems with anypony..."

Outside, the town of Ponyville buzzed with its usual activity. Ponies trotted to and fro, chatting amiably or tending to their daily tasks. Starlight's home, nestled on the outskirts, was usually quiet and unassuming—a perfect place for magical experimentation away from prying eyes.

But now, with a stray spell potentially wreaking havoc somewhere out there, Starlight felt a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. She was supposed to be helping for once, not causing chaos.

"Maybe it's nothing," she muttered optimistically, though her thoughts raced with worst-case scenarios. "Maybe it's just a harmless light show. Or a teleportation mishap. Oh, who am I kidding? This is me we're talking about. It's probably something ridiculous."

With a sigh, she turned away from the window and trotted back to her cauldron, which continued to bubble merrily as if nothing had happened. She peered into it cautiously, wondering if she should attempt to salvage her original experiment or start cleaning up the mess.

"Just another day in the life of Starlight Glimmer," she muttered wryly, her horn glowing softly as she levitated a mop to begin clearing up the spilled potion and scattered books.

As she cleaned, her mind wandered back to the spell she had been working on—a delicate enchantment designed to restore ancient pony incantations scrolls to their original state. It was a project she had taken on at Twilight Sparkle's request, eager to prove her magical prowess and usefulness to her new friends.

"Well, Twilight wanted results," Starlight muttered ruefully, scrubbing at a stubborn stain on the floor. "I just hope this little detour doesn't end up setting Equestria back a few centuries."

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Starlight froze, mop in mid-air, and glanced nervously towards the entrance. Who could be visiting her now, especially after a magical mishap?

"Uh, just a minute!" she called out, hastily depositing the mop and straightening her mane as best as she could. With a flick of her magic, the door swung open to reveal Trixie Lulamoon, her blue coat shimmering in the sunlight.

"Starlight! The great and powerful Trrrixie’s magical senses were tingling, and I knew something spectacular had happened!" Trixie declared dramatically, sweeping into the room with a flourish. "Are we summoning ancient spirits? Unleashing forgotten spells? Building a roller coaster to the moon?"

Starlight sighed, unable to suppress a small smile at her friend's exuberance. "None of the above, Trixie. Just a little mishap with a potion. Nothing to get too excited about."

Trixie raised an eyebrow skeptically. "A mishap, you say? You know, those are usually my specialty. I'm hurt you didn't invite me to participate."

"I didn't exactly plan for a mishap," Starlight replied, gesturing towards the still-glowing cauldron. "It was supposed to be a straightforward experiment. But then..."

"But then the green light show happened?" Trixie finished, peering curiously at the remnants of the spell. "I have to admit, Starlight, you're always finding new ways to keep life interesting."

"That's one way to put it," Starlight muttered, glancing guiltily at the window again. "I just hope it doesn't cause any trouble out there. I haven't had the best track record with accidental magic."

Trixie chuckled. "Oh please, Starlight. Remember when we accidentally swapped manes with that enchanted comb? Or the time we turned Snips and Snails into potted plants?"

"Okay, okay, I get it," Starlight said with a grin, remembering their past misadventures fondly. "Maybe this won't be so bad after all. Maybe it's just a harmless burst of magic that'll fizzle out on its own."

Trixie raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Or it's the beginning of a grand new adventure! Imagine the legends we'll inspire, the tales they'll tell about the day Starlight Glimmer accidentally created a magical phenomenon."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Starlight said dryly. "I just want to make sure everything's back to normal before Twilight finds out."

"Ah, Twilight," Trixie said knowingly, her expression softening. "She'll understand, Starlight. You were trying to help, right?"

"Yeah," Starlight replied quietly, her gaze drifting back to the cauldron. "I just hope my idea of 'help' doesn't involve a town-wide magical cleanup."

"Well, if it does, at least we'll have a great story to tell," Trixie said cheerfully, clapping Starlight on the shoulder. "Come on, let's get this place back in order. The sooner we clean up, the sooner we can figure out where that green streak of light went."

After a few minutes of work, which was made lighter with an extra pair of hooves, or, more accurately, an additional unicorn’s magic, Starlight’s workspace was once again clean.

"Alright, mop's done," Trixie declared triumphantly, standing back to admire their handiwork. "Now, any ideas on how we track down that runaway spell?"

Starlight bit her lip thoughtfully, considering their options. "Well, if it was a teleportation spell gone awry, it might have a residual magical signature. We could try tracking it through the ley lines or checking with Princess Celestia's archives for any unusual magical occurrences."

"Trixie likes the sound of that!" Trixie exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "But hold on a sec…” Trixie paused. “What happens if looking around for the problem just draws more attention.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean, what if we just let things…sort themselves out?” Trixie hinted. “Maybe you can work on some sort of super cool magic spell that undoes the effects of the old spell and, in the meantime, just not think about the cosmic effects of what you’ve done in too much detail, especially when its happening ‘out there’ and not ‘in here’.” She gestured with her hooves. “Out of sight, out of mind, you know!”

“Hmm,” Starlight thought. “I guess I could probably find some sort of counter-magic for this. And I am kind of on my second strike when it comes to magical mishaps, so maybe I’ll take your advice.”

“I knew you’d come around!” Trixie hollered. “Now let’s go get some bagels, I heard they just opened up this awesome new café-”

“Trixie, I should probably start looking into how to fix this! It’s not going to be a walk in the park.”

“Fine, be boring, I guess…”

On the other side of Ponyville, Applejack heaved against the weight of the cart she was pulling as she trudged up the steep hill leading to Sweet Apple Acres. Her muscles strained with the effort, hooves digging into the dirt path with each laborious step. Sweat beaded on her brow under the brim of her trusty hat, the sun beating down relentlessly.

"C’mon, Applejack, just a bit more," she grunted to herself, eyes fixed determinedly on the crest of the hill. The week-long fair had been a success—her apples were practically flying off the stalls—but now, the last miles of her long journey home seemed twice as hard.

As she neared the top, a strange sound filled the air—a faint hum that grew louder with each passing second. Applejack frowned, glancing upwards just in time to see a brilliant green ray streaking down from the sky. Before she could react, it hit her square in the forehead with a jolt of magical energy.

"Whoa there!" she cried out, her legs wobbling under the sudden force. The cart lurched forward, pulling her down the hill faster than she could control. Panicking, she tried to steady herself, but the magic seemed to have other plans.

With a tumultuous crash, Applejack and the cart tumbled down the hillside, dust billowing up around them. She groaned as she landed in a tangled heap, ears ringing and vision blurred from the impact.

"Sweet Celestia, what in tarnation just happened?" Applejack muttered, shaking her head to clear it. She pushed herself up slowly, dusting off her hat and squinting against the sunlight filtering through the leaves.

Then she froze.

Her hat felt... different. Bigger, somehow. She blinked and glanced down at herself, and her heart skipped a beat.

Her legs were shorter. Her coat was smoother, lacking the usual weathered texture. And her hat—oh goodness, her hat was so large it flopped down over her eyes, completely obscuring her vision.

"Ah'm... ah'm a foal?" Applejack whispered incredulously, her voice sounding higher and younger than she remembered. Panic surged through her as she scrambled to her hooves, stumbling a bit on the unfamiliar limbs.

Frantically, she looked back at her flank, where her trusty apple cutie mark should have been. Instead, there was nothing—a blank flank staring back at her.

"N-no cutie mark?" Applejack stuttered, a wave of dread washing over her. "But... but how?"

She shook her head, trying to make sense of the situation. "Okay, Applejack, calm down. This ain't permanent. It can't be permanent. Just gotta figure out what in Equestria happened and fix it."

She glanced around, half-expecting the world to spin back to normal at any moment. But the familiar sounds of birds chirping and the distant clucking of chickens only served to emphasize how surreal her predicament was.

"Alright, first things first," Applejack muttered, her mind racing. "I need to get back to the farm. Granny and Big Mac are gonna flip their biscuits when they see me like this."

With a determined nod, she set off down the hill, the oversized hat bobbing comically with each step. Her smaller hooves struggled to maintain the same pace she was used to, making the journey slower than she'd ever experienced.

"Come on, legs," she grumbled, coaxing herself forward. "Just a little faster. Ain't got all day to be a foal."

The road stretched out ahead, winding through orchards and pastures that suddenly seemed much larger and more daunting than before. Applejack's mind raced with questions—how had this happened? Who in the hay did this to her?

"Starlight," she muttered, the pieces starting to click into place. "That blast... it must've been somepony’s magic. But how'd it end up zappin' me like this?"

She shook her head, trying to push aside the worry. "Can't dwell on it now. Just gotta get home."

As she approached the familiar gates of Sweet Apple Acres, Applejack's nerves flared up again. How was she going to explain this to Granny Smith and Big Mac? They'd never believe her without seeing it for themselves.

"Alright, Applejack," she muttered, taking a deep breath. "Time to face the music."

With as much confidence as she could muster, Applejack pushed open the gate and trotted into the farmyard. Immediately, she heard the clatter of pots and pans from the farmhouse kitchen, and the unmistakable sound of Granny Smith humming a tune as she did when she was setting the table right before dinner.

Applejack stumbled through the front door of Sweet Apple Acres, her steps unsteady and her eyes wide with confusion. She had just been a grown mare moments ago, and now, here she was, a little foal again. She blinked, trying to make sense of it all as she looked around the familiar dining room where her family sat at the table.

Big Mac, with his usual stoic expression, paused mid-chew of his hay fries. Apple Bloom, her eyes wide, nearly dropped her spoon into her apple sauce. Granny Smith, ever observant despite her age, squinted at the tiny pony standing in the doorway.

"Uh... howdy," Applejack squeaked, her voice higher and more uncertain than usual. She took a tentative step forward. "Ah... I know this is gonna sound plum crazy, but... it's me, Applejack!"

The three Apple family members exchanged baffled glances. Big Mac raised an eyebrow, his mouth still full of hay. "Eeyup," he finally said incredulously, as if confirming that yes, a foal was indeed standing in their dining room claiming to be his sister.

Apple Bloom leaned forward, scrutinizing the little pony. "You're pullin' my tail, ain't ya? Applejack's in Manehattan with Rarity this week."

Applejack's ears drooped. "But... but that can't be right! Ah was just helpin' with the harvest a few days ago!"

Granny Smith adjusted her spectacles, peering closely at the young filly. "Well now, you do bear a mighty resemblance to our Applejack, that's fer sure. But you can't be her. She's off gallivantin' in the big city!"

Applejack stomped her hoof in frustration, her tiny face scrunched up in determination. "Ah'm tellin' ya, it's me! We gotta call Rarity, she'll set this straight!"

Big Mac nodded slowly, swallowing his food before speaking. "Eeyup, reckon that's the sensible thing to do."

Apple Bloom giggled nervously, still unsure whether to believe her eyes. "Okay, okay. Let’s call Rarity, y’all. But if this is some kinda prank, it's a mighty weird one!"

With that, Granny Smith hobbled over to the old rotary phone on the kitchen counter. She dialed Manehattan and waited impatiently, tapping her hoof on the floor.

After a few rings, Rarity's refined voice answered, "Yes? Hello? This is Rarity. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Granny Smith cleared her throat. "Rarity, dear, forgive me for disturbin' ya. But we got a little situation here at Sweet Apple Acres."

"Oh my stars, is everything alright?" Rarity's voice carried genuine concern.

Granny Smith exchanged a glance with Applejack, who nodded vigorously. "Well, you see, we got a little pony here who claims she's Applejack. Now, we know you're with Applejack in Manehattan, but..."

Rarity interrupted with a laugh, "Oh Granny, that sounds positively delightful! I assure you, I'm sitting right here with Applejack. She's munching on a lovely salad as we speak."

Applejack's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe her ears. "But... but... how can this be?"

Granny Smith held the phone closer to her ear. "Rarity, dear, we're mighty confused here. Are you sure you ain't got some prankster here playin' tricks?"

Rarity chuckled softly. "Granny, darling, I understand your confusion. But trust me, Applejack is right here. Perhaps you've encountered a visiting cousin who bears a striking resemblance?"

Granny Smith glanced at Applejack, who was now sulking in a corner. "Well now, ain't this a pickle. Rarity says she's got Applejack with her."

Big Mac scratched his head, his brow furrowed in thought. "So, who's this little one then?"

Apple Bloom nudged Applejack gently. "Guess we'll have to call ya somethin' else for now, huh? ‘Specially since you don’t seem all that keen on sayin’ your real name. How 'bout Lil' Apple?"

Applejack huffed, puffing out her tiny chest. "Fine, but Ah'm still Applejack, no matter what anypony says!"

Granny Smith chuckled, hanging up the phone. "Well, Lil' Apple, looks like we got a right fine mystery on our hooves!"

Applejack sighed, resigned to her fate as a little filly for the time being. "Guess so, Granny."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long sullen shadows across Sweet Apple Acres, Granny Smith ushered the little foal upstairs to Apple Bloom's room. Applejack, or rather Lil' Apple, followed quietly, feeling a mix of frustration and curiosity about her predicament.

Apple Bloom's room was cozy and filled with the scent of apples from the nearby orchard. The bed they shared was just big enough for the two of them, with quilts that Granny had lovingly stitched over the years. Applejack eyed the bed warily, unsure how to navigate this new, tiny form in such close quarters with her younger sister.

Apple Bloom, ever bubbly and full of energy, bounced onto the bed with a grin. "Well shucks, Lil' Apple, this here's gonna be fun! We get to be bed buddies for the night!"

Lil' Apple sighed inwardly, resigned to her situation. "Yeah, I reckon so."

Apple Bloom tilted her head, studying her tiny companion with curiosity. "Ya know, I gotta hand it to ya, that prank downstairs was pretty darn good. Had us all fooled for a sec!"

Lil' Apple's ears drooped. "It ain't no prank, Apple Bloom. Ah keep tellin' ya, it's really me, Applejack!"

Apple Bloom chuckled, patting Lil' Apple on the shoulder. "Sure thing, ‘sis’. Whatever ya say."

Applejack scowled, feeling the sting of not being believed by her own family. "Ugh, why does everypony think this is some big joke?"

Apple Bloom's expression softened. "Aw, Lil' Apple, I ain't tryin' to upset ya. It's just... well, this whole situation's mighty strange, ya gotta admit."

Lil' Apple sighed again, flopping onto the bed beside her sister. "Yeah, it sure is."

Apple Bloom scooted closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "But ya know what? Even if ya are playin' a joke or somethin', I'm happy to meet ya. It's like havin' a brand new friend, even if ya are younger than me!"

Lil' Apple rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Apple Bloom's enthusiasm was infectious, even if she was completely missing the seriousness of the situation. "Yeah, sure, Apple Bloom. New friends and all that."

Apple Bloom beamed, oblivious to her sister's sarcasm. "You betcha! Now c'mon, let's get some shut-eye. We can sort out this whole mess in the mornin'!"

Lil' Apple nodded, her mind already racing with plans to prove her identity to her family. "Yeah, sounds like a plan."

The morning sun peeked through the curtains of Apple Bloom's room, casting a warm glow that stirred both foals awake. Applejack, still grappling with her diminutive size and the utterly bizarre circumstances surrounding her transformation, groaned softly as she stretched out her tiny legs.

Apple Bloom, on the other hoof, was already up and bouncing with enthusiasm. "Good morning, Lil' Apple! Ready to tackle the day?"

Lil' Apple rubbed her eyes and yawned. "Mornin', Apple Bloom. Ah reckon so."

Together, they trotted downstairs, where Granny Smith and Big Mac awaited them at the kitchen table. The aroma of freshly baked apple turnovers filled the air, mingling with the scent of morning dew from outside.

Granny Smith greeted them with a knowing smile. "Well, good mornin' to ya, you two. Sit down and have some breakfast."

As they nibbled on their turnovers, Granny cleared her throat, her expression turning serious. "Now, before we start the day proper, I gotta tell ya the news."

Applejack perked up, hoping for some revelation that would explain her current predicament.

Granny Smith continued, "I done called up every Apple family member I could think of, but none of 'em are missin' a little foal who looks like you, Lil’ Apple."

Applejack's heart sank a bit at the confirmation. She was truly on her own in this strange turn of events.

Granny Smith's wrinkled face softened. "But don't you worry none, Lil' Apple. The good news is, you're welcome to stay here at Sweet Apple Acres as long as ya earn your keep. We'll figure this all out together."

Applejack nodded slowly, digesting Granny's words. "Ah... reckon that's fair."

Big Mac chimed in, his deep voice resonating through the kitchen. "Eeyup, but that means you gotta behave yourself, Applejack. Show some respect and follow Granny's rules."

Applejack bristled a bit at being scolded, even though she knew they were right. "Fine... ‘eeyup’." She said, slightly mocking Big Mac.

Granny Smith narrowed her eyes at Applejack. "None of that attitude, young filly! If you're stayin' here, you'll do so with proper manners."

Applejack sighed, realizing she needed to pick her battles wisely. "Okay, Granny."

With that settled, Granny Smith brightened again. "Now, first chore of the day is pullin' weeds in the garden. Apple Bloom, you and Lil' Apple head on out there and get started."

Apple Bloom nodded eagerly, finishing up her turnover. "You got it, Granny! C'mon, Lil' Apple, let's show these weeds who's boss!"

Lil' Apple followed her sister outside, where the morning sunlight bathed the rows of crops in a golden glow. The garden was lush with vegetables and flowers, but interspersed among them were pesky patches of crabgrass and chickweed that threatened to choke the life out of Granny's prized plants.

Apple Bloom grabbed a small basket and a trowel, motioning for Lil' Apple to do the same. "Alrighty, Lil' Apple, let's get to it! We gotta make sure these gardens are lookin' spick and span."

Lil' Apple nodded, resigned to her fate as she grabbed a tiny trowel in her teeth. "Yeah, sure thing, Apple Bloom."

They worked in silence for a few moments, pulling weeds and tossing them into the basket. The morning breeze carried the sweet scent of apple blossoms, and the distant sound of birdsong filled the air.

Apple Bloom glanced over at her older-but-now-younger sister, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Y'know, Lil' Apple, I gotta say, even if this is some crazy mix-up or prank, I'm glad to have ya here."

Lil' Apple stopped pulling weeds and looked up at Apple Bloom, surprised by her sincerity. "Really?"

Apple Bloom nodded, smiling softly. "Eeyup. It's like havin' a new sister….in a way. Everythin’ will be alright, you just trust me on that!"

Lil' Apple chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Ah hope so, Apple Bloom. Ah sure hope so."

The morning sun climbed higher, casting a warm glow over Sweet Apple Acres as Apple Bloom and Lil' Apple toiled away in the garden. Sweat trickled down Lil' Apple's forehead as she struggled to yank out a particularly stubborn weed, her tiny hooves and less familiar form making the task feel monumental.

Apple Bloom, meanwhile, worked with practiced ease, her hooves deftly plucking weeds from the soil and tossing them into their growing pile. She glanced over at Lil' Apple, noticing the struggle but saying nothing, her brow furrowed in concentration.

After what felt like hours but was likely only a short while, Granny Smith ambled over, her steps slow but steady. She surveyed the garden with a keen eye, her gaze falling on the neat rows of weed-free soil where Apple Bloom had worked.

"Well now," Granny Smith drawled, nodding approvingly, "Apple Bloom, you done a fine job here. Real fine indeed."

Apple Bloom beamed, wiping sweat from her brow. "Thanks, Granny! Just doin' my part."

Granny's eyes then shifted to Lil' Apple's section, her smile fading slightly. The rows were not as neat, and several weeds still clung stubbornly to the soil. She raised an eyebrow, her expression turning stern.

"Lil' Apple," Granny said, her voice carrying a hint of disappointment, "what in tarnation have ya been doin'? These here weeds ain't gonna pull themselves."

Lil' Apple, feeling the weight of Granny's disapproval, looked down at her hooves, trying to muster a response. "Ah'm sorry, Granny. Ah'm tryin', it's just... hard in this little body."

Granny Smith shook her head, her gaze softening slightly but still firm. "I know it's tough, but you gotta put in the effort if you're gonna stay here. Bein' small ain't an excuse for slackin' off."

Apple Bloom, sensing her sister's frustration, stepped in. "Granny, maybe she's just not used to this kinda work yet. I can help her out more."

Granny Smith nodded, considering Apple Bloom's words. "That might be, but she's gotta learn to pull her weight, same as anypony else."

Lil' Apple felt a mix of frustration and shame. "Ah'll do better, Granny. Promise."

Granny Smith gave a curt nod. "See that ya do, Lil' Apple. We all gotta pull together here."

As Granny walked away, Lil' Apple let out a sigh, feeling the weight of the task ahead. Apple Bloom nudged her gently. "Don't worry, Lil' Apple. We'll get through this. I'll show ya some tricks to make it easier."

Lil' Apple managed a small smile, grateful for her sister's support. "Thanks, Apple Bloom. Ah appreciate it."

They continued their work, Apple Bloom offering tips and encouragement to her sister. The morning wore on, and though the task was still challenging, Lil' Apple found some comfort in the companionship and the promise of improvement. It was nice to think about something other than her weird predicament for a moment, even if it was manual work on a hot summer’s day.

After struggling through a further series of morning chores—filling water troughs for the cows, collecting eggs from the henhouse, and more—Applejack found herself frustrated by her tiny hooves and the fact that nothing seemed to be getting easier. Her sense of determination was being tested at every turn. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Granny Smith called her inside with a brisk, "Lil' Apple, come on in here and help me with some bakin'!"

Applejack trotted inside, hoping that something more domestic, like baking, might finally go smoothly. Granny had already started prepping ingredients for an apple pie, with a bowl of flour, sugar, and fresh apples set out on the counter.

"Alright, Lil' Apple," Granny said, handing her a small wooden spoon. "You can start by stirrin' this flour while I peel the apples."

Applejack grabbed the spoon with determination. "Ah can do that, Granny."

She stood on her hind legs, reaching up to stir the flour. Unfortunately, her coordination as a little filly wasn't quite up to par, and she knocked the bowl over, sending a cloud of flour billowing into the air. The white powder settled over everything, including a thoroughly embarrassed Applejack.

Granny Smith turned around, her eyes widening in surprise. "Great gallopin' galoshes, Lil' Apple! What in tarnation happened?"

Applejack, looking like a ghost foal covered in flour, stammered, "Ah... Ah'm sorry, Granny. Ah didn't mean to..."

Granny Smith sighed deeply, shaking her head. "Alright, alright. Just clean yerself up and head on out to the barn. Big Mac could use a hoof with the hay bales."

Feeling even more defeated, Applejack nodded and trotted out to the barn, leaving a trail of flour behind her. She approached the barn cautiously, hearing the rhythmic thud of hay bales being dropped and stacked. She peeked inside to see Big Mac, his powerful muscles glistening with sweat as he worked. The sight was both familiar and strange to her in her current state.

Big Mac paused when he noticed her, giving her a warm smile. "Hey there, Lil' Apple. Come to help out?"

Applejack nodded, still feeling small and inadequate. "Eeyup."

Big Mac chuckled, clearly amused. "You're a cute little foal, you know that? Well, we could use a pair of hooves, no matter how small. Why don'tcha help me by collectin' and rakin' up the loose straw on the ground?"

Applejack's ears perked up a bit. At least this was something she could manage. "Okay, Big Mac. Ah can do that."

Big Mac handed her a small rake, perfectly sized for her foal form. Applejack took it and began to gather the loose straw scattered across the barn floor. As she worked, she couldn't help but admire her big brother's strength and work ethic. She had always respected him, but seeing him from this new perspective made her appreciate his efforts even more.

Big Mac glanced over at her, still smiling. "You're doin' a fine job, Lil' Apple. Keep it up."

Applejack nodded, focusing on her task. "Thanks, Big Mac. Ah'm tryin' my best."

As she raked the straw into neat piles, her mind wandered back to the spell that had changed her. How long would she be stuck like this? And how could she prove to her family that she really was Applejack? She shook her head, trying to dispel the worry. One thing at a time, she told herself. First, get through today.

Despite the simplicity of her task, the work was tiring for a little filly. Her small muscles ached, and she found herself sweating and panting by the time she had finished raking up the last of the straw. She looked up to see Big Mac hoisting another heavy hay bale, effortlessly stacking it with the others.

"All done, Big Mac," she called out, trying to sound cheerful.

Big Mac paused, wiping his brow with a foreleg. "Great job, Lil' Apple. Why don'tcha take a break? You've earned it."

Applejack sat down on a pile of straw, grateful for the chance to rest. "Thanks, Big Mac."

Big Mac walked over and sat beside her, his massive presence a comforting reminder of her family’s strength. "Ya know, even if you're not really Applejack, you're free to be part of this family as long as you need to be. We take care of our own."

Applejack looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with determination. "Thanks, Big Mac. You’re a mighty good brother."

Big Mac nodded and then chuckled, his expression thoughtful. "Sure, sure, I believe ya, ‘Lil' Applejack’;"

Over the next week, Big Mac made it his mission to ensure Lil' Apple felt welcomed and useful around the farm. Convincing Granny Smith and Apple Bloom that Lil' Apple should work with him in the barn, he took her under his wing, teaching her the ins and outs of farm chores.

Each day, they labored side by side, cleaning up the barn, repairing fences, and even painting the barn a fresh coat of red. Applejack, despite her tiny form, threw herself into the work, determined to prove her worth and figure out how to reverse the spell that had turned her into a foal. For her, even in this transformed state, keeping her hooves occupied was immensely helpful.

Big Mac was a patient teacher, showing her how to properly stack hay bales and how to handle tools safely. He often chuckled at her fierce determination and the way she tried to tackle tasks that were clearly meant for a full-grown pony.

"Easy there, Lil' Apple," he'd say with a grin. "Ain't no need to rush. We'll get it done together."

One warm afternoon, after a particularly strenuous morning of painting the barn, Big Mac and Lil' Apple took a break under the shade of a sprawling apple tree near the barn. Big Mac handed her a cup of lemonade, the cool beverage a welcome relief from the summer heat.

Applejack, sitting beside her brother, took a long sip and sighed contentedly. She looked up at Big Mac, who was leaning against the tree, his eyes half-closed as he enjoyed the brief respite.

"Thanks for lettin' me help out, Big Mac," she said softly.

Big Mac opened one eye and smiled down at her. "Ain't nothin', Lil' Apple. You've been a big help. 'Sides, it's nice havin' some company while I work."

Applejack blushed slightly, grateful for his words. "Ah just wanna be useful, ya know?"

Big Mac nodded, taking a sip of his own lemonade. "I know. And you're doin' great, lil’ missy."

They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, the only sounds being the rustle of leaves in the breeze and the distant clucking of chickens. Finally, Big Mac spoke again, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

"Even though it's only been a few days since Applejack went to Manehattan, I miss her somethin' fierce."

Applejack looked up at him, her heart aching at his words. "Yeah, I reckon you would."

Big Mac sighed, staring off into the distance. "She means the world to me, ya know? Always been there, workin' hard, takin' care of the family. She's a real special pony."

Applejack's throat tightened, and she had to blink back tears. "She sure is."

Big Mac glanced down at her, his expression earnest. "Don't tell her I said this, but I worry 'bout her sometimes. She's always pushin' herself so hard, tryin' to do everything on her own. I just wish she'd let me help more often."

Applejack bit her lip, feeling a rush of affection for her brother. "She knows ya care, Big Mac. And she's lucky to have ya lookin' out for her."

Big Mac smiled, reaching over to ruffle her mane. "You're a sweet little filly, Lil' Apple. You remind me so much of Applejack when she was a foal. Those white freckles, that stubborn streak... it's like lookin' at a piece of the past."

Applejack felt a pang of longing, wishing she could reveal the truth to him right then and there. But she knew it wouldn't be that simple. Instead, she managed a small smile. "Ah'm glad to be here, Big Mac. Really."

Big Mac nodded, his eyes softening. "We're glad to have ya, Lil' Apple. Family's family, no matter what."

“Thank you, kindly.”

“It’s just, I get so lonely sometimes. I reckon I always wanted to have a better relationship with mah sister…can you keep a secret, Lil’ Apple?” Big Mac started with uncertainty.

“Yeah, of course, Big Mac. You can tell me anythin’!”

“Well, if I’m being plum honest, I always wanted to get with ‘er. Have foals with ‘er. She’s grown up into such a fine filly that I…ya know what, this might not be the most fitting thing to tell a filly.”

As they finished their lemonade, Applejack honestly didn’t know what to say, instead remaining silent in the shade for a few moments, even as Big Mac stood up to resume his work on the daily chores.

The next day dawned bright and early, with Lil' Apple rising before the sun to help out around Sweet Apple Acres. With a list of chores from Granny Smith tucked under her still-too-large hat, she set about her tasks with determination. Today, she was tasked with carrying tools from the house to the toolshed—a simple job, but one that kept her busy.

As she trotted along, a hammer balanced precariously on her back and a pair of pliers clutched in her teeth, she noticed Big Mac nearby, stacking some firewood. He paused in his work to watch her, his expression thoughtful and oddly intense. Lil' Apple couldn't quite figure out what it was about his gaze that felt strange, but it made her feel a bit uneasy.

Shaking off the feeling, she continued on her way, depositing the tools in the shed and heading back for another load. Throughout the morning, she caught Big Mac looking at her more than once, each time with that same peculiar expression.

By lunchtime, her curiosity and unease had grown, but she was determined to push through. As she finished her midday meal and prepared to head back out, Apple Bloom sidled up to her, a concerned look in her eyes.

"Hey, Lil' Apple," Apple Bloom whispered, glancing around to make sure they were alone.

Applejack turned to her sister, raising an eyebrow. "What's up, Apple Bloom?"

Apple Bloom leaned in closer. "Ah noticed Big Mac starin' at ya a lot today. Did ya see that too?"

Applejack nodded slowly, her unease growing. "Yeah, Ah did. It's kinda weird, ain't it?"

Apple Bloom nodded vigorously. "Yeah, it is. Ah think ya should be careful. Big Mac's been real lonely since Applejack left for Manehattan. He might be feelin'... I dunno, extra protective or somethin'."

Applejack's eyes widened, her heart sinking. "Ya think so? But why would he be starin' at me like that?"

Apple Bloom shrugged, her expression serious. "Ah dunno, but just keep yer eyes open, alright? We don't want Big Mac gettin' too attached or anythin'."

Applejack felt a mix of emotions swirling inside her—concern for her brother, frustration at her current situation, and a touch of fear about what Apple Bloom might be hinting at. "Ah'll be careful, Apple Bloom. Thanks for lookin' out for me."

Apple Bloom gave her a quick hug. "Of course, Lil' Apple. We're family. We gotta stick together."

With that, Apple Bloom trotted off to her own chores, leaving Applejack standing there, deep in thought. She resolved to keep an eye on Big Mac and try to figure out what was going on. But for now, she had to get back to work.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of activity. Lil' Apple and Big Mac worked together to repair a section of the barn roof, with Big Mac handling the heavy lifting and Lil' Apple passing him tools and holding things steady. Despite her earlier conversation with Apple Bloom, Applejack couldn't help but notice the kindness and care in Big Mac's eyes whenever he looked at her. Maybe he was just worried about her and trying to be a good big brother. Or maybe there was something more to it…

Over the next two days, everything seemed to return to a semblance of normalcy at Sweet Apple Acres. The chores continued as usual, with Lil' Apple working diligently alongside Big Mac. Despite Apple Bloom's warning, Big Mac's affectionate demeanor towards Lil' Apple seemed harmless, if a bit more pronounced than before. He was always nearby, offering help and kind words, which both reassured and puzzled Applejack.

Big Mac was more touchy-feely, ruffling her mane and giving her encouraging pats on the back. It was a level of attention she wasn't used to, and it made her feel both comforted and awkward. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, but she also didn't want to make a big deal out of it without more evidence.

On the third day, the sun blazed down on Sweet Apple Acres, turning the farm into a sweltering oven. By midday, both Lil' Apple and Big Mac were drenched in sweat, their coats glistening in the relentless heat. They had been mending fences and hauling supplies since dawn, and the heat was taking its toll.

Lil' Apple wiped her brow with a hoof, panting slightly. "Whew, it's hotter than a pepper sprout out here!"

Big Mac, standing nearby, nodded in agreement. "Eeyup. It's a scorcher, alright. Ah reckon we could use a break."

Lil' Apple looked up at him, curious. "What'd ya have in mind, Big Mac?"

He gave her a warm smile, his eyes twinkling. "How 'bout we head down to the river for a bit? A nice, cool swim would do us both some good after all this hard work."

The idea of a cooling swim sounded heavenly to Lil' Apple. She hadn't had a chance to relax properly since this whole mess started, and the thought of splashing around in the river was incredibly appealing. "That sounds like a great idea! Let's do it!"

Big Mac chuckled and ruffled her mane again. "Alright then, let's get goin'."

They set off towards the river, walking in companionable silence. As they reached the banks, Lil' Apple couldn't help but smile at the sight. The river was clear and inviting, the water sparkling in the sunlight. Big Mac wasted no time, wading into the water with a contented sigh.

"C'mon, Lil' Apple. The water's fine," he called back to her, already up to his shoulders in the cool river.

Applejack hesitated for a moment, watching her brother. The way he was looking at her lately still weighed on her mind, but she shook it off. Big Mac was her big brother, and he was just being his usual caring self. She took a deep breath and stepped into the water, gasping as the coolness enveloped her.

"Ah, that's better," she sighed, feeling the grime and sweat wash away.

Big Mac swam over to her, his face relaxed and happy. "See? Ain't nothin' like a good swim to cool off on a hot day."

Lil' Apple nodded, splashing a bit of water at him playfully. "You were right, Big Mac. This is just what we needed."

They swam and splashed around for a while, laughing and enjoying the refreshing water. For a brief moment, Applejack felt like everything was normal again. She was just a foal, playing in the river with her big brother, without a care in the world.

As they splashed each other, Big Mac swung his torso around, spreading out his hooves and inundating Lil’ Apple in a veritable tsunami of river water. Applejack, taken by surprise by the immense splash, sputtered and coughed up some water that had made its way into her mouth.. Big Mac rushed over, obviously concerned for the little filly.

“Do ya need mouth to mouth?” he joked.

“No. Ah’ll be just fine,” Applejack answered between coughs.

“Fine, fine, but have this instead,” Big Mac said as he planted a brief peck of a kiss on Applejack’s right cheek.

She blushed, once again not knowing what to say to her brother.

After a while, they climbed out of the river and lay on the grassy bank to dry off. Big Mac stretched out beside her, his eyes closed in contentment. "You know, Lil' Apple, I'm real glad you're here. It's been nice havin' somepony to talk to and work with."

Applejack smiled, her heart warming at his words in a way that was nearly able to overcome the awkwardness of the preceding few moments. "Ah'm glad to be here too, Big Mac. It's been nice spendin' time with ya."

Big Mac opened his eyes and looked at her, his expression soft and affectionate. "You remind me so much of Applejack when she was a foal. It's like havin' her here with me again."

Applejack felt a lump in her throat, her emotions swirling. She wanted to tell him the truth, to reveal that she was Applejack, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, she just nodded, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "Ah miss her too, Big Mac. Ya have no idea."

Big Mac sighed, gazing up at the sky. "She means the world to me, you know? Always has. Ah just hope she's doin' alright in Manehattan."

Applejack swallowed hard, the truth weighing heavily on her. "Ah'm sure she is, Big Mac. She's tough. She'll be back before ya know it."

He smiled down at her, ruffling her mane one more time. "Thanks, Lil' Apple. You're a good ‘little sister’."

Applejack closed her eyes, fighting back the tears. "Thanks, Big Mac. Ah'm lucky to have ya too."

As they headed back to the farmhouse, Applejack couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change. But for now, she was content to simply be with her brother.

The walk back from the river was a quiet one. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving a cool twilight in its wake. Applejack, still in her young form, walked quickly alongside Big Mac’s much longer strides, feeling a mix of comfort and unease. The swim had been refreshing, but her brother's strange behavior was still nagging at the back of her mind.

By the time they reached the farmhouse, the world was dark and still. The house was quiet, with only the soft creaks and groans of the old wooden structure settling for the night. Applejack yawned, feeling the day's work and the swim catching up to her.

Big Mac opened the door slowly, trying not to make a sound. "Looks like everypony’s already asleep," he whispered.

Applejack nodded, following him inside on tiptoe. They crept through the house, making their way to Apple Bloom's room. Big Mac gently pushed the door open, peeking inside. Apple Bloom was sound asleep, snuggled under her quilt, a peaceful smile on her face.

"Shh, let’s not wake her," Big Mac murmured, closing the door as quietly as he’d opened it.

Applejack nodded in agreement, turning to head to her own bed. However, Big Mac gently took her by the shoulder. "Lil’ Apple, it might be better if ya didn’t sleep in here tonight."

Applejack frowned, confused. "Why not? Ah always sleep here-...I mean, Applejack’s not here, so why not?"

Big Mac gave her a concerned look. "Well, ya know how foals can get nightmares. Ah wouldn’t want ya gettin’ scared all alone in Applejack’s bed. And we don’t wanna disturb Apple Bloom."

Applejack raised an eyebrow. "But Ah’m not a foal, Big Mac. Ah’ll be fine."

Big Mac shook his head, his expression firm. "Ah insist. It’s best if ya share a bed with me tonight. Just to be safe."

Applejack opened her mouth to protest but then closed it again, realizing that arguing wouldn’t get her anywhere. She sighed. "Alright, fine. If ya say so."

Big Mac smiled, relieved. "Good. Let’s get some sleep then. It’s been a mighty long day."

They made their way to Big Mac's room, the floorboards creaking softly under their hooves. Big Mac’s bed was large and sturdy, with a thick quilt that looked inviting after the long day of work. Applejack climbed up onto the bed with a jump and some effort, feeling a bit awkward.

Big Mac settled in beside her, making sure she had enough room and pulling the quilt over them both. "There ya go, Lil’ Apple. Get some rest. We’ve got another busy day tomorrow."

Applejack nodded, curling up under the quilt. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the oddness of the situation. The bed was warm, and Big Mac’s presence was comforting, despite everything. She took a deep breath, letting the weariness of the day wash over her.

"Goodnight, Big Mac," she mumbled, already feeling herself drifting off.

"Goodnight, Lil’ Apple," he replied softly, his voice gentle and reassuring.

As sleep began to take hold, Applejack couldn’t help but reflect on the past few days. Big Mac’s behavior was still a puzzle, but she was too tired to think about it any further. Tomorrow was another day. Yet another day.

As Applejack tried to get settled, she felt the bed shudder as Big Mac turned slowly, positioning himself toward her from behind and moving in to get closer and closer to her. Within a few moments of awkward shuffling in the dark room, Applejack’s back was fully in contact with Big Mac’s chest and belly as his right hoof snaked its way over her petite form and grabbed onto her lower ribs to draw her in closer. The stallion rested his nose and chin against the nape of the filly’s neck and let out a calm, deep exhale as it seemed he was ready to fall asleep.

For now, she allowed herself to relax, feeling safe and protected, albeit in a very encumbered way. Despite the strangeness of it all, being with her family brought a sense of belonging and warmth that she cherished. She drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with images of Sweet Apple Acres, her family, and the hope that soon, everything would be back to normal.

In the middle of the night, Applejack stirred slightly, feeling Big Mac shift beside her. He was muttering something in his sleep, something that sounded like a name. She couldn’t make out the words, but the tone was soft and filled with a sense of longing.

She sighed quietly, snuggling deeper into the quilt. Whatever was going on, she’d figure it out. For now, she just needed to rest and gather her strength for the days ahead. With that thought, she slipped back into a deeper sleep, her worries temporarily forgotten.

The dawn came early, the first rays of sunlight peeking through the curtains and casting a warm glow over the room. Applejack blinked awake, feeling surprisingly well-rested. She glanced over at Big Mac, who was still asleep, his expression peaceful. She quickly realized she was still in the tight embrace of the stallion’s hooves.

Deciding she didn’t want to disturb her brother’s rest, she remained still, making sure not to wake him. Before too long, the aroma of waffles and apple syrup filled the air, making Applejack's stomach rumble in anticipation and rousing Big Mac from his slumber.

As his eyelids fluttered open, he looked at Lil’ Apple, who he was comfortably spooning. He tenderly kissed the back of her head.

“Mornin’, Lil’ Apple.” He said, his voice still husky from sleep.

“Uhh, morning, Big Mac.” Applejack muttered in reply as she tried to push herself out of the grasp of the stallion’s hooves.

With almost effortless force, he drew her in. “Why don’t ya just stay a spell? It’s so comfortable bein’ here with ya,” he said, closing his eyes and taking a long, deep sniff of Lil’ Apple’s mane.

“C’mon, stop playing. Let’s get downstairs.”

Applejack was certainly uncomfortable from all the personal attention she was getting, but couldn’t deny that feeling protected, cradled, and enveloped by Big Mac’s warm body was, in a strange way, comforting.

Applejack and Big Mac made their way to the kitchen. The scent of waffles was now almost saturated within the house; Applejack was as hungry as ever.

They stepped into the kitchen to find Granny Smith bustling around, setting plates on the table, and Apple Bloom bouncing excitedly in her chair.

"Mornin', everypony!" Granny Smith greeted them with a smile. "Y'all slept well, Ah hope?"

"Good mornin', Granny," Applejack replied, climbing onto her chair. "Slept like a log."

Big Mac nodded, his usual stoic expression softening. "Eeyup, we sure did."

Apple Bloom beamed at them. "Ah can't wait to dig in! These waffles smell amazin'!"

Granny Smith set a plate of golden-brown waffles in the center of the table, a pitcher of apple syrup right beside it. "Help yourselves, everypony. Dig in before it gets cold."

Applejack eagerly grabbed a waffle, drizzling it generously with syrup. She took a bite and sighed in contentment. "Mmm, these are delicious, Granny!"

Apple Bloom nodded enthusiastically, her mouth full of waffle. "Mhmm! Best waffles ever!"

Big Mac, already working on his second waffle, looked over at Lil' Apple with a warm smile. "Ah reckon these waffles are the best we’ve had in a while, thanks to all the hard work Lil' Apple’s been doin' around the farm."

Applejack's cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment. "Ah’m just doin' my little part ‘round the farm, Big Mac."

Granny Smith chuckled. "Well, we sure appreciate it, sugarcube. It’s been real nice havin' ya here, helpin' out with everythin'."

Apple Bloom swallowed her bite and added, "Yeah, it's like havin' a little sister around! Ah’ve been havin' so much fun!"

Applejack smiled, her heart swelling with warmth. Despite the confusion and the odd behavior from Big Mac, it felt good to be appreciated by her family.

Big Mac's eyes nearly teared up as he looked at her. "Lil' Apple, Ah gotta say, you remind me so much of Applejack. When she was a lil' filly, she had that same spark, that same determination…"

Applejack swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in her throat. "Thanks, Big Mac. That means a lot."

Big Mac leaned in slightly, his tone almost too gentle. "Ah mean it, Lil' Apple. Ah’ve grown real fond of ya these past few days. You’re a special filly, and we’re blessed to have ya. One of these here days, I’d sure like ta…uhhh, forget ‘bout it."

Applejack's eyes widened slightly, taken aback by the intensity of his words. She glanced at Granny Smith and Apple Bloom, who seemed oblivious to the deeper meaning in Big Mac's tone.

"Well, uh, Ah’m glad to be here," she stammered, trying to keep her composure.

Granny Smith nodded, oblivious to the tension. "We’re all glad, sugarcube. And it’s been mighty nice havin' an extra pair of hooves around. Makes the work go by faster."

Big Mac's gaze lingered on her, his eyes filled with an almost unsettling warmth. "Lil' Apple, if there’s anythin' ya need, anythin' at all, ya just let me know. Ah’m here for ya."

Applejack nodded, feeling a bit flustered. "Thanks, Big Mac. Ah’ll keep that in mind."

They continued eating, the conversation flowing more naturally as they discussed the day's chores and plans. Applejack tried to focus on the positive, on the warmth of her family and the delicious breakfast. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, that Big Mac's affection was more intense than it should be.

After breakfast, they all pitched in to clean up. Big Mac stayed close to her, offering help and kind words at every turn. Applejack did her best to act normal, but her mind was racing with questions and concerns.

As they finished cleaning, Granny Smith clapped her hooves together. "Alright, everypony! Let’s get to work. Lots to do today!"

Apple Bloom bounced on her hooves, excited as always. "Let’s go! We’ve got apples to pick and fences to mend!"

Big Mac placed a gentle hoof on Applejack’s shoulder. "Lil' Apple, why don’t ya stick with me today? We can work on the barn together again."

Applejack hesitated, but nodded. "Alright, Big Mac."

As they headed out to the barn, Applejack couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. She was grateful for her family's love and support, but Big Mac's behavior was becoming more confusing by the day. The kissing, the hugging, she didn’t know how to interpret it. She resolved to keep a vigilant eye on things.

For now, she’d focus on the work ahead, on the chores that needed doing and the family that needed her. As they reached the barn, Big Mac turned to her with a smile. "Let’s get to work, Lil' Apple. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us."

"Alright, Big Mac.”

By midday, Applejack had built up a sweat from being hard at work for the better part of the morning. She hefted a heavy mattock, making her way across the barn to the corner where the tools and farm equipment were neatly stored. The mattock was almost as big as she was, and she struggled to keep it balanced as she walked.

"Just a few more steps," she muttered to herself, sweat dripping down her brow.

As she reached the corner, she felt a presence behind her and heard the unmistakable sound of Big Mac’s heavy hoofsteps. Her heart skipped a beat, and she tightened her grip on the mattock, trying to steady it before setting it down.

"Need a hoof with that, Lil’ Apple?" Big Mac's voice rumbled softly.

Applejack managed to prop the mattock against the wall, wiping her brow with a sigh of relief. "Ah got it, Big Mac. Thanks, though."

Big Mac chuckled, stepping closer. "Yer one tough filly, Ah’ll give ya that."

Applejack turned around, meeting his gaze. His eyes were warm, almost too warm, and there was an intensity in them that made her feel a bit…uneasy.

"Uh, thanks," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

Big Mac smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Ah’ve been meanin' to tell ya somethin’, Lil’ Apple. Yer mighty cute, ya know that?"

Applejack blinked, caught off guard by the comment. "Uh, well, thanks, Ah guess."

Big Mac took another step closer, his tone softening. "Ah mean it. Yer just like Applejack was when she was a filly. I’m mighty curious to see what yer cutie mark’s gonna be."

Applejack shifted uncomfortably, feeling the walls of the barn closing in around her. "Yeah, Ah’m excited too."

Big Mac nodded, a contemplative look in his eyes. “Hmm, I bet it’ll be an apple, just like the rest of us. Or maybe a mattock like the one you’ve got there on yer back! That’d be funny, I reckon,” he laughed.

“...”

A moment of silence overtook the barn.

“Hey, Lil’ Apple. Ya fancy playin’ the firetruck game?”

“I-...I don’t reckon I know what that is.” Answered Applejack.

“Oh, it’s really simple. It’s like red light, green light. You just say ‘red light’ when ya want me to stop.”

“I don’t know if I want to play right now…”

“Well, I ain’t taking no fer ‘n answer, lil’ missy.” Replied the stallion, laughing with a degree of sternness in his voice.

“Well, okay-”

“I knew you’d say yes!” Big Mac cheered mirthlessly as he angled himself toward Applejack’s rear, forcefully spread the little filly’s legs apart, and put a heavy hoof on the inside of her lower thigh.

“Now here comes the firetruck!” He said as he slowly traced his hoof up the inside of Applejack’s gaskin toward her stifle, the young filly simply too afraid by her brother’s behavior to protest.

“Red light!! Red light!” Applejack cried out emphatically as Big Mac reached mere inches of her nethers.

“Firetrucks don’t stop for red lights, silly!” Big Mac laughed as he moved his hoof into full contact with her undercarriage, rubbing her lower lips backward and forwards with his hoof, making the foal instinctively try to clamp her thighs shut.

Pulling his hoof away, he looked at Lil’ Apple’s rump triumphantly. “Ya like the game, Lil’ Apple.”

“No, not at all,” she croaked, nearly ready to sob right then and there.

“Then I reckon yer not goin’ to like this one bit…” her brother said under his breath.

Big Mac, his muscles rippling under his sleek coat, approached Lil' Apple with a savage swiftness, his eyes filled with a hunger that could not be denied. The red stallion was already in an opportune position behind the filly to simply mount her and begin the activity that he wanted more than air, more than life itself in that moment. Lil' Apple, her coat glistening from her stress-induced sweat in the dim light, trembled with fear, her flanks quivering.

"Y'all ready, Lil' Apple?" Big Mac's deep voice rumbled, sending shivers down her spine and an electric tingle back up to her withers.

"Oh, Big Mac, don’t do thi-" Lil' Apple replied before being interrupted by a rough and borderline careless entrance from her brother’s member, the flared-end of his dick piercing and stretching her inexperienced folds to their tearing point.

His voice, filled with conquest and need, commingled with the heat of his breath. "I've been waitin’ for this moment for so damn long."

With a quick correcting movement, Big Mac briefly repositioned himself on top of Lil' Apple, his strong hooves gripping her blank flanks as he bent his knees and lowered his haunches to get closer to the considerably shorter filly underneath him. The heat of their bodies mingled as they pressed against each other, their breaths mingling in the air.

As Big Mac's massive member drove deeper and made contact with Lil' Apple's cervix, a cacophony of moans, muffled screams, and whinnies filled the barn as Big Mac placed one hoof deftly on her back and one across her mouth to keep the affair quiet.

Even though he tried to deafen Lil’ Apple’s cries, Big Mac couldn't’ help but curse under his impassioned breath at the unique sensation: “Damn, yer so fuckin’ tight…”

Lil' Apple gasped as Big Mac's powerful thrusts began in earnest, his forceful rhythmic movements paired with his weight on her small frame pushing her legs to the edge of collapse. The barn was filled with the wet, metrical sounds of his body colliding into hers.

"Stop, Big Mac!" Lil' Apple tried to cry out through her covered mouth, her voice replete with desperation. "Get off of me!!"

Big Mac, unwilling to acquiesce to her plea, increased the force of his thrusts, his powerful body driving into her with each movement. Sweat glistened on Big Mac’s body and flowed down the barrel of the stallion's torso, adding to the moistness of the affair as he surrendered to the pleasure that consumed him.

Within moments, with a powerful shudder, Big Mac found his release amidst Applejack’s unmitigated terror, his grunts of ecstasy merging into her subdued shrieks of distress. His body trembled in pulsing waves of pleasure as he bucked his member as far as it could fit into the filly. Though he could only fit a small fraction of his total hardened length in Lil’ Apple, the context of the situation made it one of the most intense releases of his life. As his orgasm washed over him, he pulled her flank even closer to his crotch as he unloaded rope after white, virile rope into her fillyhood, quickly filling her up and causing a torrent of cum to leak out of her.

As the echoes of their passion faded, Big Mac and Lil' Apple remained entwined as her legs did indeed finally give way. He laid there on top of her, their bodies pressed against each other, has he basked in the afterglow of their intimate connection.

There was a brief, tense silence before Big Mac finally rose, stepped to the side, and took a couple of paces, giving Applejack some space. "Well, Ah reckon we should go get some lunch. Granny made some apple fritters."

Applejack’s breath was ragged and shallow. There was nothing she could say, nothing that she could do to make this better. But with the last ounces of her strength she pulled herself up, cum still leaking out of her, and followed her brother without much resistance or thought, her mind too wracked by the recent terror of her encounter with her brother to process things correctly.

They walked out of the barn together, the tension slowly easing as they stepped into the bright sunlight. The rest of the family was already gathered under the shade of a large apple tree, enjoying their lunch and chatting amiably.

“Hold it together, Applejack,” Applejack said to herself. “Don’t let all of ‘em know that you were just raped by yer brother. Just smile. Smile and get through it.”

Granny Smith waved them over, a wide smile on her face. "There ya are! Come on and get some food in ya."

Apple Bloom bounced up from her spot, grinning. "We saved ya some fritters! They’re super yummy!"

“And y’all just have to try this nice thick, creamy glaze we made for ‘em. All hand-made! Made with love!” Granny Smith added gleefully as she poured several hearty strings of gooey white viscous liquid all over Lil’ Apple’s plate of fritters, coating the dessert and rimming the edge of the white plate with a sticky, runny sucrose-rich ooze.

Applejack wanted to vomit on the spot, but she knew she had to put forth a brave face. She settled down next to her sister, grabbing a warm fritter covered in glaze and taking a big bite. The sweet, crispy pastry melted in her mouth, and she let out a feigned contented sigh. "Mmm, these are amazin', Granny!"

Granny Smith chuckled, her eyes twinkling. "Glad ya like 'em, sugarcube. Eat up, we got plenty more where that came from. Everypony knows that Big Mac o’er there is a master when it comes to makin’ the Apple family’s special glaze. Maybe one day he’ll show ya!"

“Oeughhhh, *cough*Ah think Ah’ll hold off fer now*cough*!” Applejack answered, almost choking herself as a result of Granny’s oddly coincidental comment.

Big Mac sat down beside her, his presence still a bit too close for comfort, but at least the tension had eased somewhat. He picked up a fritter, his eyes meeting hers again. "These are Applejack’s favorite too, ya know. Bet she’s missin’ ‘em while she’s away."

Applejack nodded, keeping her focus on her food. "Yeah, Ah bet she is."

Apple Bloom leaned in, her eyes wide with excitement. "Lil’ Apple, do ya think you’ll be stayin’ with us for a while? It’s been so much fun havin’ ya here!"

Applejack hesitated, glancing at Big Mac, who was watching her intently. "Ah don’t know, Apple Bloom. Ah guess we’ll see."

Granny Smith patted her on the back, her smile warm and comforting. "Yer always welcome here, Lil’ Apple. Yer family, after all."

Applejack smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. "Thanks, Granny."

They continued eating, the conversation shifting to lighter topics, and the mood gradually lightened.

As they finished their lunch, Granny Smith stood up, stretching. "Alright, everypony, let’s take a little rest before we get back to work. It’s too hot to be doin’ much right now anyway."

Apple Bloom nodded eagerly. "Yeah! Let’s rest in the shade for a bit."

They all settled down under the tree, the cool shade providing a welcome respite from the heat. Applejack leaned back against the trunk, feeling the gentle breeze on her face. Despite everything, she felt a sense of peace, knowing she was surrounded by family and knowing that her brother wouldn’t dare try anything when Granny Smith no more than a yard away…right?

Big Mac sat down beside her, his expression softening. "Lil’ Apple, Ah’m real glad yer here."

Applejack looked up at him, her heart swelling with emotion and her almost breaking into tears once again. "Me too, Big Mac. Me too."

Starlight Glimmer's eyes gleamed with excitement as she hovered again over her bubbling cauldron. The lab was filled with an eclectic assortment of magical ingredients: shimmering pegasus feathers, glistening unicorn horns (ethically sourced, of course), tears of yaks collected during their most emotional ceremonies, and even a dash of dragonfire.

“Okay, Starlight, focus,” she muttered to herself, stirring the mixture with a delicate touch. “One wrong move and this whole thing could go up in smoke. Literally.”

She peered into the cauldron, watching as the liquid shifted from a murky green to a bright, vibrant purple. “That’s it, that’s the color Twilight mentioned in her notes. This has to be it!”

With a triumphant grin, she grabbed a bottle labeled “Phoenix Tears” and carefully measured out three drops. “I still can’t believe how hard it was to get these without burning down the entire sanctuary. Note to self: Never try to negotiate with a phoenix while it’s molting.”

She added the drops and watched as the mixture began to gleam. “Oh, this is so going to work! I can’t wait to see the look on everypony’s face when they see I’ve fixed everything. Maybe Twilight will finally stop giving me those ‘Starlight, what did you do now?’ looks.”

As she continued to stir, she couldn’t help but talk herself through the process. “Alright, next up: a pinch of powdered moonstone. Careful, careful... and in it goes! Oh, I hope this doesn’t react badly with the phoenix tears.”

The mixture sizzled and popped, but instead of exploding, it began to emit a gentle, soothing hum. Starlight let out a relieved sigh. “Phew, that was close. Now for the final touch: a single scale from a sea serpent. Glad I kept this from that one time Rarity convinced Steven Magnet to part with one. He’s such a diva.”

She dropped the scale into the cauldron and watched as the potion began to glow with an intense, otherworldly light. The entire room was bathed in a purple hue, and Starlight shielded her eyes as the light grew brighter and brighter.

“Alright, Starlight, moment of truth. This should reverse that old spell gone wrong. Hopefully, no one’s been turned into anything too... strange.”

With a dramatic flourish, she poured the potion into a small vial, corked it, and held it up triumphantly. “Yes! I did it! I actually did it!”

Just then, the vial began to vibrate in her hoof. “Uh oh, that’s not supposed to happen.” The vibration grew stronger, and before she could react, the vial burst open, releasing a small purple orb of light.

“Wait, no, come back!” Starlight called out, but the orb had other plans. It zipped around the room, narrowly avoiding shelves of precariously balanced books and jars of more magical ingredients.

“Careful! That’s rare dragon fruit essence! And that’s—oh, no, not the Everfree Moss!” She darted around, trying to catch the orb, but it was too quick. With a mischievous twinkle, it headed straight for the open window and vanished into the sky.

Starlight stood there, panting and staring out the window. “Well, that’s not ideal. Hopefully, it knows where it’s going.”

She leaned on the windowsill, catching her breath. “Who even was affected by that spell? Let’s see, there was that hiccup in Ponyville, the incident at Sweet Apple Acres, and of course, that fiasco at the Canterlot Royal Ball. Oh, ponyfeathers, if this orb is headed for Canterlot, I’m going to be in so much trouble. I guess it could be any one of those though. After all, it’s kind of impossible to know which one of those snafus was magic-related.”

Starlight shook her head, chuckling nervously. “I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? Whoever it is, I’m sure they’re not in a... weird situation.” She paused, her eyes widening with realization. “Oh, who am I kidding? This is my magic we’re talking about. They’re definitely in a weird situation.”

She started pacing the room, her mind racing. “Okay, think, Starlight, think. What’s the plan if this doesn’t work? Do I have a backup potion? No, that was the last of the yak tears. Maybe I could—no, that’s too risky. I’ll just have to trust that the magic knows what it’s doing.”

As she continued to pace, she couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. “This is just like that time I accidentally turned half the school into toads. At least I’m not dealing with an amphibian uprising this time. Silver linings, right?”

She glanced at the cauldron, now empty and still glowing faintly. “You know, maybe I should have tested this on something smaller first. Like a flower. Or a rock. But no, I had to go all-in.”

With a sigh, she slumped into a nearby chair. “Well, no point in worrying now. It’s out of my hooves. I just hope Twilight doesn’t find out about this before it’s fixed. I can hear her now: ‘Starlight, didn’t we talk about this? No unsupervised experiments in the castle!’”

Starlight chuckled, imagining Twilight’s exasperated face. “Yeah, yeah, I know, Twi. But where’s the fun in that? Magic is all about discovery and... well, sometimes, accidental chaos.”

She stared out the window, the last traces of the purple orb fading into the distance. “Good luck, little potion. Whoever you’re headed for, just... be gentle, okay?”

With one final glance at her now-quiet lab, Starlight stood up, dusted herself off, and headed for the door. “Guess I better go check on the town. You never know when another magical mishap might be just around the corner.”

And who knows? Maybe this time, she really had gotten it right. As long as nopony was turned into a cactus or sent to another dimension, she’d consider it a win.

The sun was still low in the sky as the next day dawned over Sweet Apple Acres. Applejack, still in her foal form, was determined to confront Big Mac about the weirdness that had unfolded. She couldn’t shake the feeling from the day before, and she knew she had to address it.

They were working in the barn again, the scent of hay and earth filling the air. Big Mac was sprawled out on a pile of loose hay, looking as relaxed as a cat in a sunbeam. Lil' Apple, feeling smaller than ever, made her way over and plopped down next to him, the hay rustling beneath her.

"Big Mac, we need to talk," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Big Mac looked over at her, raising an eyebrow. "What's on yer mind, Lil’ Apple?"

Applejack took a deep breath, summoning all her courage. "What happened yesterday was too far. Ah know Ah’m just a foal right now, but Ah’m still Applejack, and what you did was just... wrong."

Big Mac's face remained calm, almost too calm. "Now, now, Lil’ Apple, Ah think yer just misrememberin' things. Ah was only tryin’ to be kind and look out for ya."

Applejack narrowed her eyes, her frustration bubbling up. "Kind? Big Mac, that was nothin' like kindness. That was plain weird, and ya know it."

Big Mac sighed, a patient look on his face. "Yer blowin’ this all outta proportion, Lil’ Apple. Ah was just worried ya might get scared sleepin' alone, that's all."

“What?? No! Why in the hay are ya talkin’ ‘bout ‘sleep’? I mean how you raped me!”

“Whoooah,” Big Mac said as he let out an impressive whistle. “That’s a pretty serious word for a little filly to know at your age. But nah, I didn’t rape you. Again, ya must be misrememberin’ things.”

Applejack crossed her little hooves, glaring at him. "Don’t try to gaslight me, Big Mac. Ah know what Ah felt, and Ah know what ya did. Ya were actin’ plum wrong, and Ah won’t stand for it."

Big Mac leaned back, folding his forelegs behind his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Yer imaginin’ things, Lil’ Apple. Ah think ya might be missin' Applejack a bit too much. It’s playin' tricks on yer mind."

Applejack's jaw dropped, her temper flaring. "Missin' Applejack? Ah am Applejack! And Ah know creepy behavior when Ah see it."

Big Mac chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Lil’ Apple, Ah think ya need a good rest. Yer gettin’ all worked up over nothin’."

Applejack felt her frustration boiling over, her little hooves stomping in the hay. "Don’t patronize me, Big Mac. Ah may be small, but Ah still got my wits about me. Ya need to understand that what ya did wasn’t right."
“‘Patronize’, now ain’t that a five-bit word! You done got yourself a thesaurus from Granny’s bookshelf?”

Big Mac sighed again, sitting up and looking at her with a mix of pity and annoyance. "Alright, Lil’ Apple, if it makes ya feel better, Ah’m sorry. I have no idea for what, but Ah guess I’m sorry you got all upset over nothing…Ah still think yer makin' a mountain outta a molehill."

Applejack huffed, feeling like she was getting nowhere. "Ah just want ya to treat me with respect, like ya would any other member of the family."

Big Mac nodded, a hint of sincerity in his eyes. "Ah understand. And Ah promise, Ah’ll be more mindful. But ya gotta trust me, Lil’ Apple, Ah wasn’t tryin’ to make ya feel uncomfortable."

Applejack took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Alright, Ah’ll give ya the benefit of the doubt. But Ah’m watchin' ya, Big Mac. No more weirdness, got it?"

Big Mac held up a hoof in mock surrender. "Got it, Lil’ Apple. No more weirdness."

Applejack nodded, feeling a bit of the tension ease. "Good. Now let’s get back to work. These chores ain't gonna finish themselves."

Big Mac chuckled, giving her a playful nudge. "That’s the spirit, Lil’ Apple. Let’s get to it."

As they got back to work, Applejack couldn’t shake the feeling that something was still off, but at least she had confronted Big Mac. She just hoped things would start to get back to normal soon.

Big Mac handed her a pitchfork, and they continued their work in silence for a while. Applejack kept an eye on him, still wary but trying to focus on the task at hoof.

Out of nowhere the red stallion sparked up a conversation.

“Hey, Lil’ Apple…”

“Yeah?”

“How ‘bout one last time?”

“Ooooohhh, NOOO!” Applejack shouted as she started to run out of the barn before being scooped up and held tight by one of Big Mac’s hooves.

“Nah, Ah think you misunderstood me. Ah mean you play nice and we do it one last time or-”

“Or what?”

“Or Ah’ll just rape you from dawn ‘til dusk.”

“Hah, good luck, Ah’ll scream and shout! Ah’ll tell everypony!”

“That’s if ya even make it past the doors of this here barn.” The stallion said as he gestured toward the large red doors of the barn with his free hoof. They were so near, yet so impossibly far away.

“And how Ah see it, right now, ya ain’t even in a position to take one single step.” He said, looking at the small filly’s form he had wrapped up in his legs.

At that moment, Applejack looked into her brother’s eyes. They were chilling and absolutely unblinking as he delivered what was tantamount to a death threat.

“And trust me, Ah don’t want to do anything too rash, Lil’ Apple, but when it comes to me or some random foal from Celestia knows where, Ah’m going to be lookin’ out for number one.” He uttered, not breaking eye contact for a millisecond.

“Now lie down on that pile of hay, spread yer legs, and shut up!”

She did as she was commanded, burning tears lining the outer edges of her eyes.

With that, Big Mac and Applejack, or rather, Big Mac and Lil' Apple, found themselves in the hay-filled depths of the barn. The scent of fresh straw mingled with his musky equine essence. Their bodies pressed closely together, as his chest brushed against hers; Big Mac's strong hooves expertly navigated the terrain of the little filly’s form.

"Ah reckon yer the best thing to happen to this farm, haha" Big Mac mocked wickedly as he made his way inside of the filly. "Ya know just how to make a stallion feel good. Just lay down and keep yer trap shut!"

“B-big Mac, ya don’t have to make this m-mistake. You can stop this! You're a better pony than this!”

“Eeenope, I aint. That’s enough out of you lil missy. Hush now…" he said as he covered her mouth again, even as she tried to bite his hoof in resistance.

As his body pumped into hers, his hooves, still trying to get traction in the straw, kicked up stray bits of hay, creating a soft rustling sound. The rhythmic thumps of his energetic movements against the earthen floor echoed through the wooden walls.

Big Mac obliged the demands of his own desire, his powerful body delivering vigorous thrusts that sent waves of force coursing through Lil' Apple's trembling form. The barn reverberated with the sounds of their bodies colliding, the wet slaps of their slick, heated flesh meeting with each of his forceful movements.

But just as their passion reached its peak, a sudden flash of bright purple light burst through the barn door. The light swirled around Lil' Apple, engulfing her in a mesmerizing dance of colors. When it finally dissipated, she stood before Big Mac in a different form—now transformed into Applejack.

Big Mac's eyes widened in surprise, his breath hitching as he took in the sight of the new pony before him, his member still lodged in his sister as he lifted his hoof away from her mouth in shock. "Applejack? I-Is that really you?"

Applejack's voice, now deeper and more mature, carried a hint of sadness, reflecting the sorrow she harbored from this whole situation. "Well, Big Mac…now ya know it was me. It was me all along."

Big Mac's confusion quickly overcame him as he averted his gaze from his sister and pulled out of her in shame. "Well then, Applejack, reckon we'll have to hang ourselves now."

“.....”

Neither of the ponies knew quite what to say…

The moon hung low over Sweet Apple Acres, casting a gentle silver glow across the sprawling orchards. The crickets were chirping, and the night air was cool and crisp. Applejack and Big Mac stood awkwardly outside the farmhouse, avoiding each other's gaze.

Applejack adjusted her mane, clearing her throat. "So, um, Big Mac, 'bout what just, er, happened..."

"Eeyup," Big Mac replied, his usual stoicism not quite masking the discomfort in his voice.

Applejack sighed, kicking at the dirt with a hoof. "We ain't gonna talk 'bout it, right?"

Big Mac shook his head firmly. "Nope."

"Good, 'cause I reckon some things are better left unsaid. Like... a lotta things," Applejack said, glancing at her brother out of the corner of her eye.

"Eeyup," Big Mac agreed, his eyes fixed on the distant treeline.

Applejack tried to find a comfortable way to stand, but nothing felt right. "How do we even go on like normal after... whatever that was?"

Big Mac shrugged, his broad shoulders rising and falling slowly. "Dunno."

"Right, dunno," Applejack repeated, nodding. "Maybe we just... pretend it never happened? Can we do that?"

Big Mac considered this for a moment. "Eeyup."

"Okay, so we're agreed then. We ain't mentionin' this to nopony," Applejack said, a bit too loudly, as if trying to convince herself as much as him.

Big Mac gave her a sideways glance. "Eeyup."

Applejack took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "Good. Great. We'll just... move on. Like it was nothin'."

"Eeyup."

"But, um, Big Mac, how exactly are we gonna do that? I mean, we live in the same house, work on the same farm. We're practically trippin' over each other every day."

Big Mac scratched his head, frowning. "Dunno."

"Well, we gotta figure somethin' out. Can't have Granny and Apple Bloom catchin' wind of this. Granny'd have a fit, and Apple Bloom... well, she'd never let us live it down."

Big Mac nodded in agreement. "Nope."

Applejack sighed again, leaning against the porch railing. "Maybe we just need some time. Let things cool off a bit. Act like nothin' happened, and eventually, it'll feel like nothin' happened."

Big Mac seemed to ponder this. "Eeyup."

"But what if it don't? What if every time we see each other, we're just reminded of... y'know?" Applejack asked, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Big Mac shrugged again, his expression pensive. "Dunno."

Applejack threw her hooves up in frustration. "Well, ain't you a wellspring of wisdom tonight, Big Mac."

Big Mac chuckled, a rare sound that made Applejack smile despite the situation. "Eeyup."

"Okay, okay, let's just... take it one day at a time. No sense in worryin' 'bout somethin' that ain't happened yet," Applejack said, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

Big Mac nodded. "Eeyup."

"And if anyone asks, we'll just say…that we dunno."

Big Mac raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Applejack laughed, shaking her head. "Nah, probably not. We gotta say somethin' if folks start askin' questions."

Big Mac thought for a moment. "How 'bout we just say that ya came back early and ya saw Lil’ Apple off at the train station."

Applejack grinned. "Now that's more like it. Keepin' it logical."

They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of their unspoken agreement settling between them. The night was peaceful, a stark contrast to the turmoil in their minds.

"Y'know, Big Mac, we've been through worse, haven't we?" Applejack said softly, looking up at the stars.

"Eeyup." Big Mac lied, a small smile on his lips as he hoped this fib would end the conversation sooner.

"We'll get through this too. We're Apples, after all," Applejack said, her voice gaining strength.

"Eeyup."

Applejack turned to her brother, her eyes filled with determination. "Alright then, let's head inside. Got a long day of work ahead of us tomorrow."

Big Mac nodded, following her lead. "Eeyup."

As they walked back into the farmhouse, a sense of uneasy calm settled over them. They knew it wouldn't be easy, but they were family, and family stuck together through thick and thin. And if anypony could move past something like this, it was the Apple family.

Applejack paused at the door, turning back to Big Mac with a pained glint in her eye and a voice laced with levity. "And just remember, if Granny asks, you ate the last slice of apple fritter, not me."

Big Mac rolled his eyes, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Nope."

Applejack grinned through the pain. "Worth a shot."

With that, they stepped inside. The air was still thick with unspoken words, but they had made a start toward fixing things.

As they retreated back to their individual, lonely rooms and tucked themselves into their sheets, the air of the hallway fell silent, save for the muffled sobs from Applejack and a soft, almost imperceptible clop, clop, clop sound from Big Mac’s room.

In the end, they all got a good night’s rest and that was all that really mattered.

And in the streets: the fillies screamed,
Applejack cried,
and Big Mac dreamed
But not a word was spoken;
Their calm lives all were broken
And the three mares I admire most:
Celestia, Twilight, and Luna’s ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the magic died.

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