Applejack and the Poking Spoon

by JTB

Rating: everyone
Tags: Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Random, Adventure
Length: 1969

Applejack finds an item she had as a filly. What will she do?

Applejack, going through her closet one day finds an item of hers she had when she was a filly. The good memories and the feeling of nostalgia rushing through her veins, she wanted to use it again. But just this once, and it will be put away again for good. Promise.

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A stupid idea I had somehow in school and I just decided to write it. Somehow I finished it within a few hours, and I wanted to upload it as soon as possible. This was incredibly fun to write, so I hope it's as fun to read as it was to write. Enjoy.

Published 2012-10-12 15:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-12 15:30:02 UTC

Reliving a Memory.

Applejack and the poking spoon.

Today was the day Applejack decided to go through her stuff and rid of items she doesn't need any more. So far she has found old dolls, drawings, and of course the old farm playset her mother gave her as a filly. She also found some old nightmare night costumes and the picture of the very first tree she ever bucked. Oh the memories.

She also stumbled upon some old foal clothes she had, like the 'cutesy wutsie' hoof booties her parents bought her when she was a new born. She also found some interesting things she had during her school age, like her old backpack and some papers she had done. One significant item she remembered was the big math test she got an A on when everypony else got a B or lower. She will never forgot the look on her mother's face when her little AJ got an amazing grade on a subject that was tough for her.

Then she found stuff from when she was in the pranking period of her life. She had fake mustaches, 'How to prank for dumb ponies', and of course the note she had where she had to write 'I will never put tacks on my teacher's seat ever again.' Good, fond memories and nostalgia was hitting Applejack today, and she was only looking through her closet for a good hour or two.

While remembering the markings of the typical smiley face she made on her teachers hindquarters with the tacks she sat on, she noticed a long box with the words "Donut opin! Only 4 Applejack's hooves!" Chuckling at her childish spelling, she grabbed the box in her mouth and placed it on her bed. The box also had a cute little red bow and too much tape for ones well being. She took the scissors she had, and snipped away at the clear and sticky mess.

Finally, after a good couple minutes she rid of all the tape. The end result was a giant tape ball that would scare Big Mac due to it's gigantic stature. Before she opened the box, she was trying to remember what was so special that she put it in here, but couldn't think of anything. There was her Professor Teddy bear she had, but he was far to big to fit in here. There was also her stick buddy, but she remembered loosing him while in the woods. Shrugging, she slowly opened the box. What was inside made her gasp.

A spoon.

Not just any spoon though, it was Applejack's poking spoon. This spoon was an old metal spoon she found when she was a filly, it had 'Applejack' carved into the underside, and the actual scoop part was pretty sharp. Not enough to make somepony bleed or bruise, but it still hurt like a manticore. Oh the memories.

She remembered when she poked Big Mac and he nearly choked on his apple fritter, and the time she did it to Granny Smith when she was sleeping. Good times. Applejack couldn't help but feel the urge to go on a poking spree again, just once more. Then put it away again, but this time for good. With an evil grin, she put the spoon in her bag, along with some other 'essentials', and headed out the door.

~-~

'There he is.' Applejack narrated to herself, stalking her older brother. 'Jus' sittin' there, relaxing in the shade. Completely unaware of what's about to happen.'

Slowly, Applejack started tip-hoofing from her hiding spot and inching herself towards her slumbering older brother, spoon in mouth. Big Mac was usually a heavy sleeper and after a long days work there was nothing waking him up, so the noise she makes wont wake him, but something else certainly will.

Once she made it to the tree he was leaning against, she stood and waited. Then she heard it. The snoring of her older brother, which is loud enough to scare any dragon away may I mind you. Now was the moment of truth. Poking time.

Slowly she went around the corner of the tree. There was her first victim, his back against the trunk of the tree, his head down, and the hay piece still in his mouth. Readying herself, she bent her head to the side, aligning the tip of the spoon to his armpit. The perfect place. With a slight moment of hesitation she closed her eyes, moved her head forward and soon she felt the spoon make contact with the sleeping stallion.

"AAAGGGH!" Big Mac yelped at the sudden pain. After a few moments, he was finally able to make out the giggling Applejack running off the farm with glistening metal in her mouth. 'Aw horseapples, not this again.' Big Mac thought to himself. 'I jus' hope she doesn't go overboard like she did when she was younger. Oh the misery.'

~-~

Laughing hard and running off the farm, Applejack was thinking of her next victim. 'Maybe Rainbow. Or how about Pinkie? She might enjoy it though. I dunno if I wanna do Flutters. Ooooh! Twilight. Perfect.'

Knowing where the purple unicorn would be, she slowed her pace a little bit, but was still running to the new location. The Ponyville library.

Once the library started to cast it's large shadow over her she slowed her pace to lessen her chance of being seen. Now tip-hoofing, she made it to the bottom floor window, and peered inside. She didn't see anypony, but whilst looking around she heard an aggravated grunt come from what sounded like the basement. Perfect.

Slowly she made herself to the front door and inched it open ever so slightly. Here she was able to get a better view, and looked in between the crack. She saw that Spike was upstairs with his back turned, busy with chores, and the basement door was left open with a slight crack.

Slowly, she pushed her hoof into the door and opened it quietly. Thank Celestia Twilight was good about oiling her door hinges, or Applejack would have been caught due to the squeaking they would have made already.

Now she started towards the basement door, where she was pretty sure the working unicorn was. As she approached, she heard her victim mumbling calculations to herself. So many darn numbers.

Anyway, she slowly inched the door more open than it already was and peered inside. The purple mare had her back turned to Applejack, coincidental enough, and was busy hovering over a lab table. Perfect.

Applejack slowly made her way down the stairs, careful not to make too much noise. But if she knew her brainiac friend enough, Twilight was completely oblivious when she was in the thinking mood. Holding her breath, and walking on the tips of her hooves once again, she made it to the bottom of the staircase, with Twilight still mumbling away. Still without taking a breath, she finally made it behind her long time friend.

"..So that would be two hundred seventy three." Twilight mumbled to herself, jotting this bit of information down on a piece of paper.

Applejack readied herself for the attack. She stood up slowly, got the spoon in her mouth, and aimed it right at where it counts. Her cutie mark. Applejack turned her head, and closed her eyes.

"Shoot. I think I forgot to carry the niIIIIIINEEE!" Twilight whinnied at the sudden pain in her flank. After her loud scream, a frightened yell and a loud BANG! came from upstairs. Spike falling with a heavy item in his claws. Or maybe off of a ladder. Oops.

Twilight turned around to see Applejack rushing up the stairs of her basement. "Apple...jack?" She stuttered as the orange apple bucking pony rushed out of her home.

"Twi! Wha- heh are heh" Spike said in between breaths as he rushed to his friends aid. "Are you alright?" He managed to spit out as he fell on the floor from fright and exhaustion.

"I... I don't know." Twilight replied, rubbing her flank. "I think Applejack just poked me with ... A spoon?"

"A spoon? Why would she do that?" Spike asked, too tired to start laughing.

"I have no idea." Twilight said, the first time ever in her life.

~-~

'Okay, that was the last one.' Applejack thought to herself, remembering the frightened whinny come from her friend. Chuckling, she felt a sudden urge telling her to look to her right. She did, and there she saw her. Rarity.

Rarity was in her home, the Carousel Boutique, seen by Applejack through the window working on a new dress. An evil smile formed on Applejack's face. 'One more won't hurt.' Applejack thought to herself, sneaking up the the door of the boutique.

Applejack slowly pushed open the door, and while doing so she heard the distinct Ding-ding of the bell on the door she completely forgot about. Before any thought could form in her head she trotted as fast as she could behind a desk.

"Coooming!" She heard Rarity sing from another part of the boutique. She didn't dare look over the top of the desk, seeing she had a Stetson hat on, which is easier to find that an orange beach ball in the middle of an ocean.

Holding her breath, she heard the clop-clop of hooves come closer and closer. "Hello?" She heard Rarity say in a confused tone. "Is anypony there?" She then heard hooves against the ground again, and the bell ring as Rarity opened and closed the door. Rarity sighed. "Must have been Sweetie leaving with her friends. A simple 'Bye Rarity!' would have been nice." Applejack then heard Rarity's hooves grow quieter as she walked back to the dress she was making.

Once the coast was clear, Applejack finally started breathing again, just realizing she was holding her breath. She slowly raised her head over the desk and peered around the room. Nothing.

Applejack then removed herself from behind the desk and began towards the room Rarity was located. Once she made it to the doorway, she peered her head over the side and saw Rarity working on the dress once again in deep concentration. Oh, and with her back turned of course! Just how Applejack liked it.

She slowly inched her way towards the fashionista, spoon in mouth.

"Oh no! Where did I place that jewel?" Rarity said, about to turn around.

Applejack, due to reflex tensed up her neck and quickly jabbed the spoon into Rarity's flank.

"EEEP!" Rarity screamed as she felt the sudden pain in her diamonds. She quickly turned around to see only a dust cloud where the culprit once stood. "What in Celestia was that?" She asked herself aloud. Rubbing her flank, she got up and poked her head outside of the door to see absolutely nothing. "Better warn the mayor of a strange pony running around a jabbing others with sharp objects."

~-~

Alright, that's the last of that. Applejack thought to herself, as she reached the door of her home after sprinting all the way from the boutique.

Tired, and having the feeling of accomplishment, she slowly made her way back up to her room. Inside, she saw the room was just the way she left it. A complete mess.

Smiling to herself she opened the box and placed the spoon inside of it. She grabbed the tape and sealed the box shut, this time neater and less wasteful of tape. Careful not to mess with the bow on top of the box or damage the box itself, she placed it inside of her dresser, to never be opened again.

"Rest in peace, Pranklejack." She said silently to herself, a tear of memories rolling down her face.