My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic: A New Journey Together, Season 1

Chapter 5: Applebuck Season

Another beautiful morning dawned over the town of Ponyville. In this case, the early morning sun shone above Sweet Apple Acres. On this particular day, Applejack and Big Mac were surveying a large, vast orchard, where every single tree was loaded by the tree trunk with juicy, delicious apples. And yet there was one slight detail to note, specifically from the big red pony.

"Boy howdy!" Applejack said, surveying the trees. "I got my work cut out for me. That there is the biggest bumper crop o' apples I ever laid eyes on."

"Eeyup," Big Mac said. "Too big for you to handle on your own."

"Come on, big brother! You need to rest up and get yourself better. I haven't met an apple orchard yet that I can't handle…"

Applejack accidently poked the white bandage, making Big Mac cringe. He turns toward his sister, giving her a death glare.

"… Oops, sorry," Applejack apologized, sheepishly. "I'll take a bite out of this job by day's end."

"Biting off more than you can chew is just what I'm afraid of," Big Mac said calmly.

"Are you sayin' my mouth is makin' promises my legs can't keep?" Applejack retorted indignantly.

"Eeyup," Big Mac replied, plain and simple.

"Why of all the… This is your sister Applejack, remember? The loyalist of friends and the most dependable of ponies?"

"But still only one pony, and one pony plus hundreds o' apple trees just doesn't add up to…"

"Don't you use your fancy mathematics to muddy the issue!" Applejack interrupts, angrily. "I said I could handle the harvest and I'm gonna prove it to you. I'm gonna get every last apple out of those trees this applebuck season all by myself."

Yet despite her determination, Applejack just gulped. She truly did have her work cut out for her.

*Main theme*

It wasn't long before Big Mac let Applejack be, seeing as how there was no talking her out of this. During which time, Applejack made her way toward the apple orchards, looking around.

"Well I better get kickin'," Applejack said to herself. "These apples aren't gonna shake themselves outta the trees."

It was then the ground began to rumble, an apple fell out of a tree, and bonks her square on the head.

"Hey!" Applejack shouts, realizing. "Oh no…"

Meanwhile, back in Ponyville, Rainbow Dash was searching for the source of the rumbling. She spots the source from the distance: A herd of mooing cows… Heading straight for Ponyville!"

"STAMPEDE!" Rainbow shouted.

All at once, the town ponies began to panic and dashed about.

"Stampede!" A pony named Bon-Bon shouted.

Most of the ponies had already shut their windows, closed their doors, and even pulled the welcome mats inside.

Anyways, despite all this chaos, Pinkie Pie was bouncing along and giggling to herself.

"H-h-h-h-h-h-hey-y-y-y-y-y…! Th-th-th-this-s-s-s-s-s m-m-m-m-m-makes-s-s-s-s m-m-m-m-my-y-y-y-y v-v-v-v-voice s-s-s-sound s-s-s-s-silly-y-y-y-y!" Pinkie remarked, her voice vibrating.

"Pinkie Pie, are you crazy?!" Twilight retorted, while dashing about with Storm. "Run!"

"Everypony calm down," Mayor Mare said. "There is no need to panic.

"But Mayor, whatever shall we do?" Rarity asked worriedly.

It was then Rainbow Dash's eyes spotted something in the distance.

"Look there!" Rainbow called out.

Amongst the cows, a familiar orange pony and her faithful dog, whose name is Winona, charged beside the stampeding herd.

"YEEHAW!" Applejack chanted.

The ponies stopped running about the moment they saw and heard the cow pony. They give out a loud cheer.

"Move aside, Winona!" Applejack called out. "Put 'em up, girl!"

Winona barked excitedly, as she ran alongside Applejack. Rarity just moaned, as she and a few other ponies watch the cowpony in action.

"This is the best rodeo show I've ever seen!" Pinkie exclaimed, while eating popcorn.

"Yeah… Sure is, Pinkie," Storm shook his head.

Twilight Sparkle merely rolled her eyes at Pinkie's remark. In the meantime, Applejack continued to keep pace with the runaway cows. She gives one cow a bit of a shoulder bump, trying to coarse the cow to move but to no avail.

"Come on, little doggies! Turn!" Applejack called out.

Seeing as how this wasn't working, Applejack knew she needed a different approach. She gives a shrill whistle toward her canine companion.

"Winona, put 'em up!"

Winona barked, while giving a light nudge from the other side of the stampede.

"Ha-hah! Gotcha!" Applejack called out.

As Applejack tried to redirect the cows, Winona gave another bark to aid her. The cows were just yards away from the bridge leading to Ponyville when Applejack and Winona successfully got the cows to turn to the side. The herd rushes toward the other side of the river, away from the Ponyville town square.

"Attagirl!" Applejack said, with a grunt. "Yee Haw!"

Once the cows start to slow down, Applejack manages to get ahead of the herd.

"Whoaaa!" Applejack commanded, halting the cows. "Hooie! Now what was that all about?"

One cow, named DaisyJo, moos in response… Before she coughs to clear her throat.

"Oh my! Begging your pardon, Applejack," DaisyJo apologized. "But Moo-riella here saw one of those nasty snakes…"

The other cows made startled expressions in agreement.

"… And it just gave us all the willies, don'tcha know."

Applejack merely smiled in sympathy.

"I completely understand," Applejack replied gently. "Just next time, try and steer clear of Ponyville."

"We certainly will, Applejack," DaisyJo answered. "So long, Winona!"

The dog barked in reply. And as the cows made their way back towards the farm, all the ponies watching continued to cheer excitedly, chanting Applejack's name.

"Yee Haw!" Applejack shouted, striking a pose.

"Yee Haw!" Pinkie added, hopping about like a cattle-ranching pony. "Ride 'em, cowpony!"

Some other ponies merely watched Pinkie, while she just hopped around and tried to mimic Applejack's pose. But otherwise, they said nothing.

"Huh… That's actually not a bad imitation," Storm replied.

Mayor Mare was most impressed… But with Applejack, not of Pinkie's impression of the farm pony.

"Applejack was just… just…"

"Appletastic!" Pinkie said, from above.

Storm looked up and was visibly shocked by Pinkie's gravity defying moment… Until gravity itself reminds her she couldn't stay in the air and he watched her fall on her back.

"Exactly," Mayor Mare replied. "We must do something to thank Applejack for single-hoofedly saving the town."

"I know," Pinkie said, laying on the ground.

Storm smiled, knowing exactly what Pinkie was going to suggest.

"3… 2… 1…" Storm counted.

"A party!" Pinkie called out.

Within a few minutes, all the ponies of Ponyville had town square loaded with decorations, balloons, and party streamers of all kinds. It wasn't long before Storm, Twilight and Spike arrived, just as Rarity tied a beautiful red bow onto a nearby tree.

"We all ready?" Twilight asked.

"Just one last thing," Rarity said.

Using her magic, she lifts a large gold-colored banner, with an apple on the center, and placed it above the stage where Applejack would come to claim her special prize: A trophy crafted just for her.

"Now we're ready."

"Is Applejack all set?" Twilight asked Rarity.

"Actually, I haven't seen her all week," Rainbow said, landing beside Rarity.

"Not since the stampede," Pinkie added, hopping beside the three ponies.

"But she'll be here for sure," Rainbow assured. "Applejack is never late."

Storm suddenly felt concerned as he approached Twilight, while the other girls applied the finishing touch for today's celebration.

"Maybe I should head on over to Sweet Apple Acres and go get her," Storm suggested.

"Oh, would you please darling?" Rarity asked sweetly.

"Don't worry, Rarity." Storm replied back. "I'll be back as soon as possible."

Before long, Storm trots off toward the outskirts of town to Sweet Apple Acres while Twilight Sparkle looks on.

Later that day, all the townponies gathered around the stage, just as Twilight Sparkle made her way towards the podium. She carries a large stage of messily stacked note cards for the occasion. Once she arrives, she used her magic to straighten her cards, holding the first one up to recite her speech.

"Welcome, everypony!" Twilight began. "Today we are here to honor a pony who we can always count on to help in matters great and small. A pony whose contributions to—"

All of a sudden, Rainbow Dash flies right in front of Twilight, causing her note cards to scatter about.

"Did you see Applejack's slick moves out there?" Rainbow interjected. "What an athlete! This week she's gonna help me with my new flying trick, and I know it's gonna be so awesome!"

"Exactly," Twilight said, shoving Rainbow aside. "And…"

"This week, I get to run Sugarcube Corner for the first time," Pinkie jumped in, right in front of Twilight.

"What does that have to do with Applejack?" Twilight asked curiously.

"Oh, Applejack, one of the best bakers ever, is gonna help me," Pinkie answered. "Applejack makes everything great, so free samples for everypony!"

The other ponies cheered until Twilight shoved Pinkie off the stage.

"Oh-kay, that's great," Twilight remarked. "Now if I could just make a point without being inter—"

"Twilight?" A familiar yellow Pegasus said, appearing from the left side of the podium.

"—rupted!" Twilight remarked, glaring at Fluttershy.

"Twilight, I'm so sorry," Fluttershy replied. "But I just wanted to mention that Applejack is also helping me this week with the official bunny census, where we count up all the new baby bunnies that were born this season. She's gonna help gather them using her wonderful herding skills."

Twilight just rolled her eyes, her patience thinning. She gives Fluttershy one dirty glare, before the Pegasus slowly removes herself from the podium.

"Anypony else?" Twilight asked, irritated. "Anyone? No?"

No pony dared make eye contact with her, until she finally settled down.

"Well then, as I was trying to say—"

Then Mayor Mare appears with a toothy grin, a clear sign Twilight had to wrap the speech up. The timing pushed Twilight's patience to the limit.

"URGH! Never mind!" Twilight barked.

Twilight stomped away angrily, letting her cards scatter all over the podium. Mayor Mare just smiled as she approached the podium.

"Ah-ahem. And so, with no further ado," Mayor Mare continued. "It is my pleasure to give the prize, Pony of Ponyville Award, to our beloved guest of honor, a pony of the utmost trustworthiness, reliability, and integrity. Ponyville's most capable and dependable friend: Applejack!"

The ponies cheer as the curtain opens to reveal… No pony. Soon the cheering turns into a murmur.

"Cool! Way to go Applejack, that was awesome! I mean—"

Spike soon realized just how off timing his personal cheer was, especially with Twilight Sparkle glaring at him.

"Heh…"

Soon, there was nothing but silence apart from Mayor Mare clearing her throat. She stood there hoping for something to happen or at least some pony to speak up. But… Nothing.

"Awkward…" Spike whispered, as the rest of their friends agreed.

"I'm here… I'm here…"

All of ponyville turned after hearing the familiar country voice, followed by a yawn and a sigh. There was Applejack, carrying some baskets overloaded with apples, some of them falling to the ground as she made her way through the crowds. Her eyes were so drowsy, there were bags under them. From behind, Storm Shadow quietly approached his friends without saying a word as he seemed very angry.

"Sorry I'm late," Applejack apologized tiredly. "Whoa—I was just—whoa. Did I get your tail? Miss Mayor. Thank you kindly for this here… award thingy…"

Yawning again, Applejack peers at her face in the reflection against the trophy.

"… It's so bright and shiny and, heh, heh-heh, I sure do look funny, heh. Ooo-ooo!"

Applejack began leaning back and forth at her reflection with a woozy smirk on her face. Pinkie Pie even joined her.

"Woo-ooo/Ooo-ooo!" They chanted together.

"Okay," Twilight said nervously, reaching the stage. "Well, thank you Applejack for saving us from that scary stampede, and always being there for everypony."

"Yeah, I like helping the ponyfolks and… *yawn*… and stuff…"

Applejack suddenly dozed off while standing… For two seconds before shooting up with a snort and shook her head.

"… Oh, uh, yeah. Uh, thanks!"

Applejack grabbed the handle of the trophy by the mouth, dragging it offstage, going down the exact path she came from but walking backwards. The other ponies stayed quiet, as Applejack took her leave.

"Was it just me?" Twilight asked, out of the blue. "Or did Applejack seem a little—"

"Tired?" Rainbow proposed.

"Messy?" Rarity added.

Rarity's answer received some funny looks from her friends.

"Well, did you see her mane?"

"So what?" Storm remarked angrily. "She's still pretty."

"She seemed fine to me!" Pinkie exclaimed, hopping in place. "Woo! Woo! Wo—"

Bonk!

Storm lightly tapped her on the head, causing Pinkie to yelp in surprise.

"Ow!" Pinkie whined.

"Pinkie, stop being so immature," Storm said sternly, though not unkindly. Pinkie giggled nervously, rubbing her head.

Twilight turned toward Storm, noting the edge in his tone and the flicker of emotion in his eyes.

"Storm," she asked gently, "what happened? Why are you so upset?"

Storm sighed, his ears flattening slightly as he met Twilight’s concerned gaze. His expression was a mix of frustration and sadness.

"I ran into Applejack earlier in the orchards," he began, his voice quieter than usual. "She was completely worn out. I mean, I called out to her, but it was like she didn’t even hear me. I had to repeat myself just to get her attention."

The others listened closely as Storm continued, his frustration growing as he recounted the memory. "She finally stopped working and followed me, but she was dragging her hooves the whole way, like every step was a struggle. I offered to help her—you know, just trying to be a gentlecolt—but she snapped at me!"

"What?!" Twilight exclaimed in surprise.

"Exactly!" Storm said, his voice rising slightly. "She yelled at me to leave her alone, completely out of nowhere! I didn’t push it and stuck around anyway, thinking she might need space, but she yelled at me again. Said she didn’t need my help and insisted she’d get to the party on her own. So I backed off, gave her some room, and let her go."

He released a heavy sigh, his frustration evident. "I’ve never seen Applejack like that before. It was… I don’t know, it just caught me off guard."

Twilight stepped closer, placing a comforting hoof on his back. "You okay?" she asked softly.

"Yeah," Storm muttered, though his voice still carried traces of frustration. "Don’t worry about me. I’m not mad at her or anything. I just… I hate seeing her like this. She’s clearly exhausted, and it’s not like her to lash out like that. Something’s definitely wrong."

Twilight studied her friend carefully, seeing through his tough exterior. She knew Storm well enough to recognize that, despite his words, the situation had rattled him. Applejack snapping at him wasn’t something he took lightly.

Before Twilight could say more, Pinkie suddenly bounded over and wrapped Storm in an enthusiastic hug, squeezing him tightly with her signature grin.

"You looked like you needed a hug!" Pinkie chirped.

Storm blinked, momentarily caught off guard before a small chuckle escaped him. He rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the slight smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks, Pinkie."

"It’s what I do!" Pinkie said proudly, still clinging to him.

"So…" Storm began, looking back at Twilight with a more focused expression. "Is there anything we can do to help her? She’s clearly not okay."

"Hmm…" Twilight wondered.

(scene change)

It wasn’t long before Twilight and Storm arrived at Sweet Apple Acres, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the rows of apple trees. As they approached, they spotted Applejack hard at work in the orchard, her movements sluggish and unsteady. She was clearly pushing herself to the limit, her heavy breaths audible even from a distance.

"Phew!" Applejack muttered, swaying slightly as she wiped the sweat from her brow.

Her exhaustion was so overwhelming that she nearly fell asleep standing up, her head drooping before she startled herself awake. Stubbornly, she trudged on, aiming a buck at a nearby tree—but she was so far off her mark that her rear legs struck nothing but air.

"O-oah!" Applejack yelped, stumbling forward before quickly trying to recompose herself.

Twilight and Storm stood a short distance away, watching the scene unfold. Twilight’s brow furrowed with concern as she observed Applejack’s clumsy attempts to keep working.

"What on Earth is that pony doing?" Twilight asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

"Harvesting apples," Storm replied dryly, gesturing toward the baskets. "You know, the usual farm work."

"I meant that!" Twilight retorted, motioning toward Applejack, who had just mumbled something incoherent and accidentally kicked over a basket of apples.

"Whoops," Applejack muttered, dragging the basket upright and starting to clean up the mess without missing a beat.

Storm raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of concern and incredulity. "Okay, point made," he said, nodding toward Applejack. "She looks like she’s one tree short of a full orchard right now."

Twilight gave him a look but couldn’t hide the faint smirk tugging at her lips.

"Come on," Storm said, tilting his head toward the orchard. "Let’s go talk to her before she passes out in the dirt."

With that, the two unicorns made their way toward their exhausted friend, their worry growing with every step.

"Hey Applejack!" Twilight called out.

But by then, Applejack had fallen asleep while standing up… again.

"Applejack!" Storm called out, a tad louder.

The orange pony continued to snore.

"Applejack!" Twilight called out.

Storm taps Twilight on the shoulder and silently gestures a count. At three hoof waves, they shout together:

"APPLEJACK!"

The orange pony awoke with a start, noticing the two friends standing nearby.

"Oh, howdy, Twilight," She greeted, trying to sound normal. "Howdy, Storm."

"What is all this?" Twilight asked curiously.

As they talk, Applejack continues her way and went to buck another tree.

"It's Applebuck season," Applejack replied, nearly losing her balance. "Whoa!"

Twilight and Storm used their horns to teleport towards her. By now, they could handle short distances without getting too dizzy.

"Applewhat season?" Twilight asked.

"Neh!" Applejack answered, not bothering to correct her. "It's what the Apple family calls harvestin' time. We gather all the apples from the trees so we can sell 'em."

Applejack ventured forward, as Storm and Twilight teleported back in front of her once more.

"But why are you doing it all alone?" Twilight asked worriedly.

"'Cause Big MacIntosh hurt himself," Applejack replied.

"How the heck did he—?" Storm began, his tone incredulous.

"Ya don’t wanna know," Applejack interrupted bluntly, cutting him off.

"Fair enough," Storm muttered, deciding not to push it further.

"What about all those relatives we've met when we first came to Ponyville?" Twilight wondered.

"Yeah," Storm added, raising a hoof for emphasis. "I must’ve counted more than a dozen of those ponies. Where are they now? Wouldn’t they jump at the chance to help out?"

"They were just here for the Apple family reunion," Applejack sighed. "They actually live all over Equestria and are busy harvestin' their own orchards. So, uh, I'm on my own. Which means, I should really get back to work."

But Storm and Twilight refused to move, as if they were still trying to process the situation.

"Ahem!" Applejack cleared her throat. "Hint, hint? Get back to work?"

Storm and Twilight just glared.

"Fine," They answered, with a snooty demeanor.

The two unicorns move out of the way to let her pass. But Applejack just stood still, wobbling a bit from side to side.

"Could you step aside, Twilight? Storm?" She asked woozily.

"We just did," Twilight answered.

Applejack looked at Twilight, though her vision looked rather fuzzy as Twilight continued to speak.

"Applejack, you don't look so good."

Applejack just shook her head again to refocus.

"Eh, don't any of you six worry none," Applejack retorted. "I'm just fine and dandy. Whoa!"

Applejack nearly lost her balance again, when Twilight stepped in front of her with Storm doing the same thing.

"Do you… want some help?" Twilight asked.

"Help?" Applejack retorted. "No way, no how!"

Storm frowned, stepping closer to the stubborn farm pony. "But there’s no way you can do all of this on your own," he protested, his tone firm but not unkind.

Applejack’s ears perked up, and she leaned in closer, her nose almost touching Storm’s as she glared at him. "Is that a challenge?" she demanded, her voice sharp.

Twilight flinched slightly at Applejack’s intensity, stepping back nervously. Storm, however, held his ground, his own glare meeting hers head-on.

"Applejack, it’s not a challenge," he replied evenly, his voice steady. "It’s common sense. Look at yourself—you’re running on fumes. You can’t keep this up."

Applejack snorted, her pride clearly bruised. "Well, I’m gonna prove to y’all that I can do it!" she snapped, her voice defiant.

"AJ—" Storm began, but she turned away before he could finish, stomping off toward the trees.

"Now, if you’ll excuse me," Applejack said over her shoulder, "I’ve got apples to buck!"

Twilight and Storm watched in silence as Applejack trudged away, her steps wobbly and uneven. Storm sighed, his frustration written all over his face.

"Man," Storm muttered, shaking his head. "That girl is as stubborn as a yak."

Twilight turned to him with a small smirk. "Just don’t let anyone from Yakyakistan hear you say that," she teased.

Storm raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Eh, I’m sure it won’t come back to haunt me," he replied casually.

Twilight couldn’t help but chuckle, but the humor faded quickly as she glanced back toward Applejack. Her concern returned in full force, and she turned to Storm, her voice softer. "What are we going to do? She’s going to work herself into the ground."

Storm sighed again, his golden eyes following Applejack as she wobbled further into the orchard. "We can’t force her to stop," he said, his tone resigned. "She’s too proud for that. But maybe we can find another way to help her.”

Twilight raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Like what?"

Storm smirked faintly, his mind already working. "I don’t know, we’ll figure something out. For now, let’s just keep an eye on her."

(scene change)

The next day, Rainbow Dash stood upon a support post of a nearby fence waiting for Applejack to arrive. She tapped one of her front hooves impatiently when her friend finally arrived.

"There you are!" Rainbow exclaimed impatiently.

"I'm a mite sorry, Rainbow," Applejack yawned. "I was busy applebuckin' and I guess ah, I closed my eyes for a second and, when I woke up, I was late. Now, what's this new trick a' yours?"

"See this contraption?" Rainbow pointed out.

Just a few yards away, a tall platform with a teeter-totter like mechanism nearby stood before them.

"Uh… Yeah?" Applejack answered.

Rainbow began to explain the plan, mentally drawing she wanted Applejack to do.

"Well, I'm gonna stand on one end, then you're gonna jump down from that platform, launching me into the air faster than I can take off on my own. Once I'm in the air, I'm gonna do some amazing flips and spins that are sure to impress the Wonderbolts."

"Isn't that a mite dangerous?" Applejack asked, not fully comprehending the plan.

"Pfft, heh, not for a pony who can fly," Rainbow said, confidently.

Rainbow zooms about the sky, while Applejack just smiled.

"Well, all right-y then," Applejack nodded.

A while later, Applejack makes her way to the top of the platform. As she gazed down from the platform, she started feeling a bit nervous. Whether it was her lack of sleep or a sudden case of vertigo, Applejack had trouble focusing on her landing point. Rainbow just sat quietly on her end of the teeter-totter.

"Oh my…"

"Ready?" Rainbow called out. "One… two… THREE!"

Applejack made her jump… But landed beside the landing point with a 'PLOP!'.

"Umm… maybe I wasn't clear," Rainbow said slowly. "You're supposed to land on the other end."

At that moment, Storm had decided to take a little stroll around town hoping to clear his head. It was then he noticed Rainbow and Applejack in the distance. Rather than draw attention to himself, he decided to watch how things turned out from a few yards away. Luckily, neither pony noticed his presence.

"Got it," Applejack said, trying again.

Each time, Applejack missed the platform. First landing on her stomach, then her flank, and even on her head. And each time, Storm just looked unamused watching her miss. Poor Rainbow was losing her patience.

"Applejack, what the hay is going on?" Rainbow demanded. "I mean, I thought I was working with Ponyville's best athlete!"

Applejack shook her head, trying to recompose herself. Storm was just shaking his head indignantly while he also groaned in annoyance in the distance before walking away and pretended he didn't see anything.

"You are," Applejack replied. "I'm okay. Really. I-I have an idea. Watch this."

Applejack groaned as she pulled the other side of the teeter-totter and sat squarely on it.

"Ta da!"

Rainbow just glared, clearly unamused.

"Oh… Maybe not," Applejack said sheepishly. "Okay, one more try. I'm sure to get it this time."

Applejack crawled off, causing Rainbow's end to slap back down to the ground.

"Ugh!" Rainbow groaned, slightly dazed.

Applejack climbed back to the top of the platform, struggling to vision her target.

Just then, Applejack took off for a belly flop and only then did Rainbow realized what she was gonna do.

"Wait…!"

Too late. Applejack stuck her landing perfectly, sending Rainbow Dash into the air at high speed.

"APPPLEJAAAAAACK…!"

Rainbow Dash screamed from the top of her lungs as she went airborne and out of sight.

"You're welcome!" Applejack said.

Feeling she did her job, Applejack proceeds to head back to the orchard.

(scene change)

A few seconds later, Twilight was seated on her bedroom balcony, a book floating in front of her as she enjoyed the peaceful moment. Beside her, Storm had just arrived, carefully wiping down his katanas with a cloth, the soft shink of metal barely audible over the turning pages of Twilight’s book.

"That’s the third time this week," Twilight noted, glancing at him. "Do you ever let those things rest?"

Storm smirked but didn’t look up. "Letting your weapons rest is the quickest way to lose them when you need them most," he replied. "Besides, it’s relaxing."

Twilight chuckled softly, shaking her head.

The tranquility of the moment was shattered by a distant scream. Both ponies snapped their heads up just in time to see Rainbow Dash hurtling toward the balcony at alarming speed.

"Uh-oh," Storm muttered, setting his katanas aside as he and Twilight braced themselves.

With a THUD and a clattering of feathers, Rainbow slammed into the front railing, teetering for a moment before flopping unceremoniously onto the balcony floor.

"Can we help you?" Twilight asked plainly.

"I think somepony else needs your help," Rainbow replied wearily.

"Applejack?" Twilight and Storm said simultaneously, already guessing the answer.

"Yep," Rainbow replied, her voice tired as she lowered her head in defeat.

Twilight let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose with her hoof. Beside her, Storm muttered something under his breath before speaking louder.

"Let me guess," he said dryly. "She somehow dragged you into her stubbornness and now you’re here because things went about as well as a cart with square wheels?"

Rainbow glared weakly at him. "Oh, ha ha," she said sarcastically. "You try getting launched”

Twilight, meanwhile, was already on her hooves, her determination clear. "That’s it," she said firmly. "I’m going to talk to her—alone."

Storm glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure? She’s been about as reasonable as a parasprite at a buffet."

Twilight nodded, her expression resolute. "I’m sure. Maybe she’ll listen if I try a different approach."

Storm leaned back slightly, giving her a thoughtful look. "Alright," he said, his tone cautious. "But if she starts throwing apples—or catapults—you yell, and I’ll be there in ten seconds flat."

Rainbow groaned from her spot on the ground. "Ugh, that’s my line."

Twilight couldn’t help but smile as she stepped past them, ready to face Applejack once more.

(scene change)

By now, Applejack was back on the farm resuming her work. The fatigue continued to take its toll on her. She bent down to pick up some apples, only to hit a low branch underneath her head.

"Ow!" She exclaimed.

Applejack rubs the back of her head when Twilight just arrived.

"Applejack, can we talk?" She asked.

Apparently, the impact did a number on Applejack's hearing. For she was having a difficult time comprehending what Twilight was saying.

"Applejack, can we talk?" Twilight repeated.

But all Applejack could see was Twilight moving her lips and barely hearing what was being said.

"Can bees squawk?" Applejack said loudly. "I don't think so."

"No. Can we talk?" Twilight said firmly.

"Twenty stalks? Applejack replied in the same tone. "Bean or celery?"

"No! I need to talk to you!" Twilight snapped, raising her voice.

"You need to talk to the zoo?" Applejack said loudly, more confused than ever. "Well, who's stoppin' you?"

"I need to talk to you!" Twilight yelled.

"Oh! Well why didn't you say?" Applejack said, denying her hearing problems. "What you wanna talk about?"

"Rainbow Dash dropped in to see me today."

"That's quite neighborly of her."

"Yes, except that she crashed onto my balcony after you launched them into the air!" Twilight said indignantly. "And Storm is giving her a little talk about not facing a sleepy pony!"

Applejack just blinked before turning her head in shame.

"Oh, yeah," Applejack said, in her normal voice. "I wasn't feeling quite like myself this morning."

"Because you're working too hard and you need help!" Twilight snapped, approaching her.

But Applejack had been dozing off until her ears shot up.

"What? Kelp? I don't need kelp," Applejack retorted. "I don't even like seaweed!"

"HELP!" Twilight shouted. "You need HELP!"

"Nothin' doin', Twilight," Applejack shot back. "I'm gonna prove to you, t'everypony, that I can do this on my own!"

Applejack turned to leave, only to collide forehead first into that same low branch.

"Ow!" She exclaimed, looking dazed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta help Pinkie Pie."

"Ugh!" was all Twilight could say, as Applejack wobbled away. But seeing as she couldn't get through to her, Twilight decided to head back to the library.

(scene change)

A short time later, Cup Cake, the wife of Carrot Cake and co-proprietor of the sweetest and most delicious bakery in Ponyville, Sugarcube Corner, was double-checking things with their assistant/apprentice, Pinkie Pie.

"Now Pinkie Pie," Mrs. Cake spoke. "Are you sure you're up for baking the muffins and running the store this afternoon?"

It wasn't that they didn't trust Pinkie Pie, but the pink pony's randomness often times made ponies question if she could handle serious responsibility. Pinkie didn't seem to mind these opinions, as she was ready to prove herself.

"Yes siree bob, Mrs. Cake," Pinkie answered. "Plus, I have Ponyville's prized pony to help me out. Why she's the best baker ever. Right, Applejack?"

Applejack just gave a rough shake of her head since she was trying not to doze off. Plus, instead of not hearing ponies, everything Applejack was hearing felt as if she were underwater or moving in slow motion.

"No?" Mr. Cake asked puzzled. "You're not the best baker ever?"

"WHAT?" Applejack exclaimed, waking up. "Oh no! I mean, don't you fret. I can bake anything from fritters to pies in the blink of an eye."

Mrs. Cake still didn't feel sure about this, but she and Mr. Cake really needed to leave for an errand outside the shop and these two ponies were the only help they got.

"All right," Mrs. Cake sighed. "Well, see you later, girls!"

Mrs. Cake then made her way out of the shop once all was settled. Applejack still shook her head trying to stay away when Pinkie grabbed for her.

"Stop with the shakin'," Pinkie said. "It's time to get bakin'!"

Soon, Pinkie Pie had the recipe book open and Applejack stood across the table with the mixing bowl before her.

"All right-y," Pinkie said. "I'll get the sugar and the eggs. Can you get me some chocolate chips?"

Poor Applejack was still zoning out, and still having hearing trouble as much as she tried to deny it.

"Eh, uh, whu, what was that?" Applejack asked.

"Chocolate chips," Pinkie repeated.

"Chips… got it!" Applejack replied, grabbing a bag off the shelf. "Tater chips, a little salty and dry, okie-dokie. What next?"

"Baking soda," Pinkie said next.

"Soda," Applejack repeated, grabbing a bottle from the fridge. "Perfect. That'll get the tater chips nice and wet. Now what?"

"A cup of flour."

"A cup o' sour? Well, lemons are sure sour. One cup o' sour, comin' up. Anything else, Pinkie?"

"One last thing. Wheat germ."

"Wheat worms?" Applejack repeated, making a face. "Oh, that must be fancy talk for earthworms."

Applejack went outside and dig up some earthworms to dump in the bowl with all the other ingredients. Pinkie by this time just dumped the sugar and eggs without looking at the bowl.

"Now that's gonna be delicious," Pinkie said excitedly.

"If you say so," Applejack said.

Either Applejack trusted Pinkie's judgment or Pinkie put too much trust in Applejack. In any case, had any pony actually saw what's inside the bowl, they'd be noticing a different story.

Regardless of the mixture, once the muffins were cooked, they were placed on a tray before a group of ponies waiting excitedly to try a free sample.

"Free muffin sample spectacular!" Pinkie shouted excitedly.

"Mmm, muffins!" The ponies said excitedly.

One by one, ponies grabbed muffins and bit into them, oblivious to the potential disaster lurking in each treat.

"Yeah! Muffin Spectacles!" Applejack added. "Get 'em while their hot."

Whether Applejack's lack of sleep and hearing was to blame, or the fact Pinkie didn't bother to double check the batter was the cause, no one knows but the consequences would be disastrous.

Meanwhile, Storm was strolling through town with Aegis perched on his back. The pair was simply passing through when the aroma of the freshly baked goods wafted toward them.

"Hmm, what’s that smell?" Storm asked, sniffing the air.

Aegis tilted his head and chirped, nudging Storm’s shoulder and pointing his beak toward the source. Just as they approached, Pinkie Pie zipped over, holding two muffins in her hooves.

"HIYA, Storm!" Pinkie greeted, her energy as infectious as ever. "Here, have a muffin!"

Storm eyed the oddly colored treat in her hoof, his instincts immediately screaming danger. The muffin looked lumpy and… was that a worm?

"Uh, thanks, Pinkie, but I’m not really hungry right now," Storm said tactfully, trying to mask his unease. Beside him, Aegis squawked in agreement, his feathers puffing up as he caught sight of the squirming worm poking out of the muffin.

"Aren’t they delicious?" Pinkie asked, taking a big bite out of her own muffin. "Just baked them fresh out of the oven! Applejack was so nice to help me, even though she’s been acting a little funny lately."

She trotted off happily, leaving Storm standing frozen in place, her words slowly sinking in.

"Wait… Applejack helped you?" Storm’s eyes widened as he turned toward the tray of muffins. His stomach dropped when he noticed several worms wriggling out of the baked horrors, and Aegis let out a horrified screech.

"Oh no," Storm muttered grimly, his ears pinning back as he realized the implications.

(scene change)

It wasn't long before Twilight, and Spike arrived at what appeared to be a temporary hospital.

"We came as soon as we heard," Twilight said.

"Oh thank you, Twilight." A white pony named Nurse Redheart said. "We need all the help we can get."

Twilight gasped as her eyes swept over the scene. Dozens of ponies lay groaning on makeshift beds, their faces an unmistakable shade of green. Even Pinkie Pie, who was clutching Storm’s foreleg like a lifeline, looked positively ill. Storm awkwardly patted her back, keeping a safe distance as she gagged.

"Oh no, what happened?" Twilight asked.

Spike took a muffin and began to sniff it out.

"It was a mishap with some baked goods." Nurse Redheart said.

"No," Pinkie moaned weakly. "Not baked goods… baked bads!"

With that, Pinkie lurched forward, and Storm quickly sidestepped out of range, his expression a mix of sympathy and exasperation.

"Careful, Pinkie," Storm said, holding his hooves up defensively. "I’d like to make it through this day without wearing your lunch, thanks."

"We both know who could’ve caused this Twi." Storm answered indignantly.

"Applejack," Twilight sneered.

"Want one?" Spike asked.

Spike was chomping what was apparently the bad muffins that had been made.

Storm, Twilight, and Aegis all recoiled, their faces scrunched in unified disgust.

"Spike!" Twilight scolded.

Storm raised an eyebrow, deadpan. "You’re either brave or just really bad at listening."

Spike shrugged, taking another bite. "They’re not that bad."

Twilight rolled her eyes before turning back toward the direction of Sweet Apple Acres.

(scene change)

Applejack was back at the farm, visibly more exhausted than before. She struggled to load apples into baskets, her movements sluggish and uncoordinated. With a loud grunt, she attempted to dump the apples into a larger basket, but the cart tilted too far back. The next thing she knew, she was stuck in the harness—upside down—and promptly fell asleep, snoring softly.

Twilight and Storm arrived at that moment, Aegis hovering above them with a concerned chirp.

"Applejack, we need to talk," Twilight said.

"What? Huh?"

Applejack was startled when she noticed the pair, all while she was still upside down.

"Oh, it's you Twilight… Storm… hi, Aegis." Applejack yawned. "… I know what you two are gonna say, but the answer is still no."

"Not to upset your apple cart," Twilight said. "But you need help."

"You're literally upside down like an acrobat, for crying out loud," Storm added, his tone dripping with exasperation as he gestured toward her predicament.

"Hardy har!" Applejack groaned. "And no I don't."

"Here, let us help," Twilight offered.

"Help? No thanks," Applejack rebutted immediately, twisting and grunting as she attempted to right herself and the cart.

Storm exchanged a look with Twilight, then sighed loudly as Applejack continued her one-pony struggle.

"You know, watching this is like watching a turtle stuck on its back," Storm remarked dryly. "Except the turtle might actually ask for help."

"A little more… Little… There…"

Finally, she managed to get the cart upright, wobbling slightly as she steadied herself. She glanced at Twilight and Storm, her expression daring them to comment further.

"That was… impressive," Twilight said cautiously, though her tone lacked sincerity.

"That was sad," Storm deadpanned, earning a scowl from Applejack.

"I'll prove that this here apple can handle these apples. Come on… apples… fall off!"

Applejack grunted and bucked, she used one and eventually both hind legs trying to buck the apples off the tree.

"A.J., you're beating a dead… tree," Twilight pointed out.

Applejack turned and found that not only was the tree fruitless, but only a few leaves had fallen off.

"I knew that," Applejack said plainly.

Storm raised an eyebrow, his patience thinning. "Sure you did," he said, his voice tinged with sarcasm. "And next, are you gonna try to milk a fencepost or harvest rocks from the sky?"

Twilight shot him a look, though she couldn’t hide the small smirk tugging at her lips.

Applejack glared at Storm, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. "I don’t need your sass, Storm."

"You don’t need it," Storm replied, crossing his forelegs. "But you’ve earned it."

As the cowgirl walked away, Twilight and Storm followed close behind.

"Actually, Applejack, I had something else to talk to you about," Twilight spoke. "Storm and I just came back from Urgent Care—"

"You know, I'm a little busy to get lectured right now!" Applejack said.

By now, the poor girl was losing her patience and was unwilling to admit she messed up… yet again.

"Too busy to even know that ponies are lying in bed puking carrots into buckets?!" Storm retorted angrily, stepping forward with fire in his golden eyes.

"Which is completely wrong!" Twilight added, trying to keep her composure. "If you’d just let us help—"

"Urgh! No, no, NO!" Applejack shouted, her frustration boiling over. "How many times do I gotta say it? I don’t need no help from nopony!"

Before Twilight could respond, Storm’s patience snapped. With a quick, calculated move, he kicked Applejack lightly on the hind leg—not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to knock her balance off.

"Whoa!" Applejack yelped as she was flung backward, landing on her back with a thud.

Dazed, she looked up at Storm, her eyes wide in shock. He stood over her, his expression blazing with frustration and disappointment.

"Enough is enough, Applejack!" Storm barked, his voice sharp and commanding. "Why are you being so stubborn? You need to get over yourself and admit that you need help!"

Applejack scrambled back to her hooves, her face red with anger. She stepped up to Storm, glaring into his face. "Like I said, and I’ll keep saying, I don’t need HELP!"

"Fine!" Storm snapped, giving her a hard look and roughly pushing her back—not physically, but with the force of his words. "But if you keep this up, you’re going to make more mistakes and inevitably hurt yourself—or somepony else!"

He jabbed his hoof toward her chest, his tone filled with frustration and genuine concern.

Applejack stood there, fuming, her nostrils flaring as she locked eyes with him. Without another word, she turned and stomped away, leaving the three of them—Twilight, Storm, and Aegis—standing in the orchard.

Twilight watched her go, her expression a mix of exasperation and sadness. Storm let out a deep, frustrated sigh, his ears pinning back as Aegis chittered angrily on his back.

"Ugh! That pony is as stubborn as a mule," Twilight groaned, running a hoof down her face.

"You said it," Storm muttered, still glaring in the direction Applejack had gone. His tone was low but laced with lingering anger. Aegis squawked in agreement, flapping his wings slightly for emphasis.

At the sound of a familiar neighing, they turned to see a mule standing nearby, an apologetic smile on its face.

"No offense," Twilight and Storm said quickly, their voices in unison.

"None taken," the mule replied with a shrug.

Storm sighed again, this time rubbing his forehead with a hoof. "I just don’t get it, Twi," he said, his voice softer but still weighted with frustration. "I know she’s stubborn, but this is getting ridiculous."

Twilight looked just as drained, her shoulders sagging. "I know, Storm. It’s like she’s afraid to admit she can’t handle everything by herself. But she’s going to burn herself out if she keeps this up."

"Not just burn out," Storm snorted, his eyes narrowing. "She’s going to drag everyone else down with her at this rate. She already made half the town sick with those ‘worm muffins,’ almost launched Rainbow Dash into orbit with that ridiculous catapult—what’s next? Sending another stampede through Ponyville?"

Twilight raised an eyebrow at him, the corner of her mouth twitching. "Don’t give the universe any ideas."

Storm let out a dry chuckle, some of his tension easing. "Fair point," he said, his tone lightening just a little. "But seriously, Twi, what are we supposed to do if she won’t listen? She’s making this harder for herself and everyone around her."

Twilight gave him a reassuring look. "We’ll figure something out," she said firmly. "We always do."

Storm nodded, though his expression was still troubled. "Let’s hope we figure it out before her stubbornness turns into a full-blown disaster."

(scene change)

Later, Applejack was with Fluttershy in an area just outside Ponyville. This particular spot was loaded to the brim with bunnies of all shapes, colors, and sizes.

"Oh Applejack!" Fluttershy said happily. "Thank you so much for offering your herding skills for the annual rabbit roundup."

"Ugh!" Applejack groaned, irritated. "Why are we doin' this?"

"Well, lots of new baby bunnies have been born," Fluttershy explained. "So it's my job to get a count of all the new families."

"Fine!" Applejack snapped. "Can we just get on with it?"

"Certainly," Fluttershy replied, oblivious to Applejack's sour mood. "But remember, these are bunnies we're dealing with, not cows. They're a timid bunch and need to be treated gently."

"I do NOT need any direction on corallin' critters," Applejack snapped. "Right, Winona?"

Her faithful dog barked excitedly.

"Okay, little bunnies!" Fluttershy called out. "I need you to all gather here in the middle."

All of a sudden, Applejack charged forward and began rounding them up her own way, completely ignoring Fluttershy's advice.

"That's right! Let's go, bunnies. In the center. Hop to it."

Obviously, Applejack's way wasn't very effective. In fact, some of the bunnies ran away from her.

"Swell. Just swell. Put 'em up, Winona!"

Winona barked on command, as they Stormd the bunnies about.

"Applejack! Winona! Stop!" Fluttershy cried out. "You're scaring them!"

"We know what we're doin'," Applejack retorted. "Get along, little bunnies."

After some effort, Applejack and Winona were able to successfully gather the bunnies into the middle area that Fluttershy wanted. Unfortunately, the poor bunnies were trembling and terrified. A worried Fluttershy knew what would happen next.

"Oh no," Fluttershy said softly.

And it wasn't long before the bunnies were overwhelmed, as they charged between Applejack and Winona towards Ponyville.

Once again, another earthquake-like rumble was heard and felt by the man ponies in town. Rainbow Dash took to the air and began surveying the land. She soon saw the smoke cloud approaching.

"STAMPEDE!" She called out.

Unlike last time, while all the ponies locked their doors and shut the windows, there was no stopping the bunnies from charging over the bridge and into the town.

All the other ponies were screaming, desperately seeking some place to hide. One pony, Lily Valley by name, saw the bunnies hopping madly toward her. She was so frightened, the poor mare passed out on the street. And yet, all the bunnies did was run around her and kept going.

A few minutes later, Twilight and Storm were strolling through Ponyville, their earlier confrontation with Applejack still fresh in their minds. Twilight had suggested the walk to help clear their heads, and Storm had reluctantly agreed. Now, as they reached the town square, he seemed to be in better spirits, humming a soft tune while Twilight enjoyed the pleasant atmosphere.

“This was a good idea, Twi,” Storm admitted, glancing at her with a small smile. “It’s been a while since I’ve taken a walk just to relax.”

Twilight nodded. “Sometimes a little fresh air is all it takes to reset. Let’s just hope—”

Her words cut off abruptly as they both gasped. Ahead of them, Lily Valley, Rose, and Daisy were sprawled dramatically on the ground, looking absolutely traumatized.

"The horror! The horror!" Rose wailed, clutching her chest as if she might faint.

"It was awful," Lily Valley added, her voice trembling.

"A disaster," Daisy cried. "A horrible, horrible disaster!"

Twilight stared at them blankly, tilting her head in confusion. “I don’t get it.”

“Honestly? Me neither,” Storm replied, crouching slightly as he examined the fallen ponies. “Unless they’re auditioning for a play, this feels… exaggerated.”

"Our gardens, destroyed!" Lily Valley exclaimed, pointing dramatically toward their ruined flower beds.

"Every last flower, devoured," Rose added, motioning toward the remains of their once-beautiful blooms.

Storm frowned, following their gaze. His eyes widened slightly as Daisy finished the explanation.

"By… by… THEM!" Daisy screeched, pointing with a trembling hoof.

Twilight and Storm turned to look where Daisy was pointing. Sure enough, a horde of bunnies was hopping around, nibbling and chewing on every plant and flower in sight. Amidst the chaos, Fluttershy was frantically trying to corral the bunnies.

“Oh my. Oh… Please stop, little bunnies,” Fluttershy pleaded, her gentle voice strained. “Oh no! Please, let’s go home! Oh my goodness!”

Twilight and Storm stood frozen, watching the carnage unfold. Fluttershy’s words were utterly ignored by the rampaging bunnies. As Storm took in the devastation, his eye twitched. He clenched his teeth as a suspicion began to form in his mind.

"Where was Applejack when all this happened?" Storm asked, his voice low and tight with barely restrained frustration.

"She… never showed up," Rose answered sadly, lowering her gaze.

Twilight and Storm exchanged a look, their expressions shifting into identical glares of determination.

"All right," Twilight declared, her voice firm. "Enough is enough."

"You said it," Storm agreed, his tone simmering with anger. "How could Applejack let this happen? She promised Fluttershy she’d help with the bunny census, and now look at this disaster! I swear, her stubbornness is gonna bring Ponyville to the ground if this keeps up."

Twilight nodded. “Something needs to be done, and now.”

Before they could act, Aegis came swooping down from above, squawking urgently to get their attention. He landed gracefully on Storm’s back and chittered into his ear, flapping his wings for emphasis. Storm listened intently, his tense expression softening slightly as he processed the phoenix’s message.

"Oh, good idea, buddy," Storm said, a small smirk forming on his face.

Twilight blinked, curious. "What’s his idea?"

Storm straightened up, glancing at her with renewed determination. "Instead of just confronting Applejack again and getting nowhere, maybe we can make her see the problem for herself. Aegis just flew over the orchard and saw that she hasn’t even bucked half of it yet. If we point that out, it might finally get through her thick skull that she needs help."

Twilight’s eyes widened in realization, then she smiled brightly. “That’s actually a great idea. Thanks, Aegis!”

The phoenix puffed out his chest proudly, chittering happily. He fluttered off Storm’s back and perched briefly on Twilight’s shoulder, nuzzling her cheek affectionately. Twilight giggled, giving Aegis a gentle pat on his head.

“You’re such a clever bird,” she cooed.

Aegis let out a pleased trill before launching into the air and heading back toward the library. Twilight and Storm watched him go, their resolve strengthened.

"Ready?" Twilight asked, turning to Storm.

"Let’s do this," Storm replied, his tone firm but hopeful. "This time, we’re getting through to her, whether she likes it or not."

With that, the two unicorns set off toward Sweet Apple Acres.

(scene change)

As expected, Applejack had returned to the orchard, determined to continue her work despite her exhaustion. She stumbled toward another tree, her legs trembling with every step, and weakly reared up to buck the trunk.

"Must… keep… buckin'…" Applejack panted heavily. "Just… a few… more. Must finish harvestin'."

The two unicorns approached Applejack and this time they were determined to stand their ground.

"All right Applejack," Twilight spoke sternly. "Your applebucking hasn't just caused you problems, it's over-propelled Pegasus'…

"Practically poisoned plenty of ponies…" Storm added. "And terrorized bushels of brand new bouncing baby bunnies."

"We don't care what you say," Twilight continued. "You… Need… Help."

"And you need it now!" Storm added.

"Ha! No, I don't!" Applejack grunted.

Twilight and Storm exchanged exasperated glances but remained silent as Applejack stumbled forward. She bucked weakly at a nearby tree, the apples falling more out of pity than force.

"Look, I did it. I harvested the entire Sweet Apple Acres without your help. How d'ya like them apples? “ she said confidently.

She gave them a prideful, smug look, her chest puffing out despite the dark circles under her eyes. Twilight and Storm, however, didn’t flinch. Instead, their glares remained steady as their eyes shifted toward a different part of the orchard.

Storm arched an eyebrow. "Oh, we’ve got thoughts on those apples, all right," he said dryly.

Before Applejack could respond, Big Mac appeared beside her, his slow, deliberate steps and calm demeanor contrasting with her frazzled energy. He had clearly overheard the exchange, and his gaze was as steady as ever.

"Um, how do you like them apples?" He told his sister.

Big Mac tilts his head in the other direction, Applejack turns, and her eyes went wide with a loud gasp. Apparently, she had only done half the field, possibly two-thirds, but either way she still had work to be done.

"Where'd all the apple…?"Applejack mumbled for a few seconds, as her eyes crossed before fainting.

Fortunately, she wasn't out for long and as she opened her eyes, Twilight Sparkle stood before her.

"Applejack," Twilight spoke. "Applejack."

"Huh?" Applejack mumbled.

Sure enough, Applejack found herself laying on the ground. Storm wasn't far, having collected the spilled apples and took them straight to the barn with the rest.

"Oh good, you're okay," Twilight sighed. "Now Applejack, I completely respect the Apple family ways. You're always there to help anypony in need, so maybe you can put a little of your stubborn pride aside and allow your friends to help you."

As Twilight spoke, Storm returned, his expression still a mix of concern and frustration. Applejack’s gaze shifted from the two unicorns to the unharvested section of the orchard, her eyes growing wide as saucers. Storm noticed her lips twitching, as if she were torn between screaming, crying, or both. Instead, she released a long, defeated sigh.

"Okay Twilight," Applejack said, defeated. "Okay Storm."

"We're not taking 'no' for an answer—" Twilight continued, then stopped. "What?"

Storm tilted his head, equally surprised. "Hold up. Did I hear that right? Did you just agree to let us help?"

"Yes, Twilight," Applejack replied. "Yes, Storm… please. I could really use your help."

The poor pony placed her front hooves together, as if practically begging or pleading. The two unicorns chuckled, releasing a sigh of relief.

"Alright, A.J.," Storm said, stepping closer with a warm smile. "Come on, let’s get you back on your hooves."

Applejack allowed Storm to help her sit up, though her body swayed from sheer exhaustion. Seeing her struggle, Storm used his magic to gently lift her onto his back, careful not to jostle her.

"A nice nap will do you some good," Storm said, his voice soothing as he began walking toward the house. "We’ve got the rest of the apples covered. You’ve done enough damage for one day."

Storm turned his head slightly to check on her, only to realize that Applejack was already fast asleep on his back. He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head.

"Stubborn to the end," he muttered with an affectionate smirk.

Twilight giggled as she walked beside him. "At least she finally listened. Took long enough."

Together, they brought Applejack into the house, laying her gently on the couch. Storm grabbed a large quilted blanket from a nearby chair, carefully draping it over her sleeping form. He took a moment to adjust it, ensuring she was comfortable.

"Sleep well, Applejack," Storm said softly, his voice tinged with fondness. He leaned down slightly, whispering, "You stubborn, hardworking pony."

Once she was settled, Storm quietly exited the house, shutting the door softly behind him. As he and Twilight walked back toward the orchard, he let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Well, unlike a certain orange pony," Storm quipped with a sly grin, "we know when to admit we need help. Makes life a whole lot easier, don’t you think?"

Twilight giggled, nudging him playfully. "And far less chaotic."

"Exactly," Storm replied, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Now, let’s go rally the others. We’ve got an orchard to save—and maybe a little pride, too."

With matching grins, the two unicorns made their way back to the fields

(scene change)

During all this time, Twilight had written a letter shortly before they started applebucking.

"Dear Princess Celestia," Twilight recited. "My friend Applejack is the best friend a pony could ever have, and she's always there to help any pony. The only trouble is, when she needs help, she finds it hard to accept it, so while friendship is about giving of ourselves to friends, it's also accepting what our friends have to offer."

"Your faithful students, Twilight Sparkle and Storm Shadow."

Just as they collected a large amount of apples, Applejack returned fully rejuvenated and better than ever. She pushes a metal serving cart with drinks that had straws and then placed the drinks onto a wooden table.

"How about y'all take a little break?" Applejack proposed. "I got some fine apple juice waitin' for ya!"

The others, minus Storm, gathered around her, to enjoy their drinks. As they all settled down, Applejack released a sigh.

"Girls," Applejack said slowly. "I can't thank you enough for this help. I was acting a bit stubborn…"

"A bit?" Twilight replied, with smirks.

"Okay," Applejack corrected. "A mite stubborn, and I'm awful sorry. Now, I know the town gave me the Prized Pony award, but the real award is having you seven as my friends."

Every pony agreed to that statement as they took a quick drink.

"Phew!" Rainbow sighed. "That applebucking sure made me hungry."

As the group chatted and sipped their drinks, Applejack suddenly noticed something—or rather, someone—missing. She scanned the area, furrowing her brow.

"Hey, where’s Storm at?" Applejack asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Twilight blinked, glancing around before her gaze settled on a familiar figure resting beneath the shade of an apple tree. A small smile formed on her lips.

"Oh, he’s just sleeping," Twilight replied. "I guess he must’ve had a long day."

Applejack winced slightly, lowering her hat in embarrassment. “Well, reckon that’s my fault. I sure did put y’all through the wringer today.”

Pinkie popped up beside her, bouncing on her hooves. "Well, come on, girls! Let’s get back to work! Those apples aren’t gonna harvest themselves!"

"You all go ahead," Twilight said, waving them off. "I’ll catch up in a bit."

As the others headed back to work, Twilight trotted toward the apple tree where Storm lay peacefully. The sight of him asleep under the dappled sunlight brought a warmth to her chest. His usual sharp, determined expression was replaced by a rare serenity, his features soft and relaxed. His breathing was steady, and his mane fluttered slightly in the gentle breeze.

Twilight sat down beside him, tilting her head as she studied him. Her cheeks flushed lightly, and an affectionate smile spread across her face. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state was a stark contrast to his usual stoic and protective demeanor, and it made her heart swell.

"Even the mighty Storm Shadow needs to take a break every now and then," Twilight whispered to herself, chuckling softly.

Storm shifted slightly, his ears flicking as if in response to her voice. His foreleg twitched, and he mumbled something incoherent under his breath. Twilight leaned closer, curious about what he might be dreaming about, but she couldn’t make out any words.

"You’re always so strong, so determined," Twilight said quietly, her voice carrying a mix of admiration and tenderness. "But you push yourself too hard sometimes. Maybe it’s okay to let yourself rest once in a while."

She reached out a hoof, hesitating just before brushing his mane. For a moment, she considered waking him, but she decided against it. Instead, she leaned back against the tree, gazing up at the branches swaying gently in the breeze. Memories of their past together floated through her mind—Storm in their school days, always taking on challenges headfirst, refusing to back down, even when exhaustion was etched across his face.

"You’re still the same, Storm," Twilight muttered with a soft smile. "Always the protector, always the fighter. But even you need someone to look after you sometimes."

The peaceful moment was interrupted by Pinkie’s unmistakable voice calling out from the orchard, her tone filled with bubbly energy. "Twilight! Storm! Come on, we need your help with the last of the apples!"

Twilight sighed, glancing down at Storm, who lay under the tree, his expression peaceful and calm—a stark contrast to his usual serious demeanor. She hesitated, not wanting to disturb him. She knew how much Storm pushed himself, always taking on more than he should, always putting everyone else ahead of himself.

"I’ll let you sleep a little longer," she whispered softly, a flicker of concern crossing her face. She rose to her hooves and trotted back toward the orchard, leaving Storm to his rare moment of rest.

When Twilight reached her friends, Applejack, now reenergized and fully herself again, approached her with a sheepish smile.

"Hey Twi, where’s Storm at?" Applejack asked, her eyes scanning the group for the familiar stallion.

Twilight chuckled, her voice light. "Oh, he’s just… catching a quick nap under one of the apple trees. After the day you put him through, I’d say he’s earned it."

Applejack winced, rubbing the back of her neck. "Guess I overdid it, huh? Didn’t mean to push the poor guy so hard. Storm’s a tough pony, but I reckon even he’s got his limits."

Twilight placed a reassuring hoof on Applejack’s shoulder, her tone gentle but firm. "You might want to tell him that. He’s not exactly the type to admit when he’s reached his limit. He’d run himself into the ground before asking for help."

"Yeah," Applejack agreed, guilt flickering across her face. "I’ll make it up to him, Twi. That’s a promise."

Pinkie popped up between them, her usual energy on full display. "We can make it up to him by finishing the apples! Then we can throw him a ‘Thanks for Saving the Orchard!’ party! Or maybe just a ‘Thanks for Not Yelling at Me!’ party. Oh, or—"

"Pinkie!" Twilight interrupted with a laugh.

"Right, right, let’s get to work!" Pinkie declared, bouncing off toward the orchard.

Twilight stayed behind for a moment, her gaze drifting back toward the tree where Storm rested. She couldn’t help but smile, though the sight also tugged at her heart.

"You always try to carry everything yourself," she murmured under her breath. "But even you need a break, Storm. Just for now, let yourself rest."

Meanwhile, Storm stirred slightly in his sleep, his ears twitching at the distant sounds of his friends. His dreams weren’t entirely peaceful—flashes of battle, danger, and sacrifice flickered through his mind. But for once, they didn’t weigh him down. Instead, the laughter of his friends and the rustle of leaves grounded him, reminding him of why he carried so much on his shoulders.

For now, he let the weight slip away, just for a moment.