What Happened To Yesterday

“You are not sleeping in my bed.” Applejack an Twilight were in his room, standing in front of the sturdy-framed bed. “I made a pallet on the floor for a reason. You are not sleeping with me.”

“Oh come on, Applejack. Don’t be such a prude.” Did Twilight Sparkle just call him a prude? Twilight Sparkle…what topsy-turvy world did he fall into? “It’s not like anything will happen. I promise.”

“No.” Applejack got in his bed and laid down. “You are sleeping on the floor. Beds are for ponies who didn’t cause this mess.” He didn’t really mean that, he was just in a bad mood and didn’t want to deal with the lovestruck Twilight.

“Fine...be that way.” Twilight curled up on the pallet on the floor and pulled the blanket over herself. She was going to have Applejack. When he was asleep, she would pounce and cast the modified want it, need it spell. Then he would want her to sleep in his bed.

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“Yes. Rainbow Dash’s filly…her and Berry had one…together.” Rarity really wasn’t comfortable with the words coming out of her own mouth. It was like they were never supposed to go together, not in a million years, not in a million universes.

“I thought Berry was gay.” Rainbow Dash glared at Rarity. If looks could kill, Rainbow Dash would be charged with first degree equicide. Because of Rarity, now she was a fake mother! She wasn’t ready for that kind of fake responsibility!

“Well ponies…sometimes make…bad decisions when they drink.” Rarity finally concluded. Making a lie was a bit like solving a puzzle, if one piece didn’t fit then the whole picture just looked wrong. Thankfully, Rarity was good at puzzles. “That’s why I tell you not to drink alcohol, Sweetie.” Tie in a good old fashioned moral into it…that balances out the lie, right?

“Yeah. You know me, the star athlete. I love to drink until I make bad decisions.” Rainbow Dash just wanted to say that out loud, just to show Rarity how ridiculous it sounded.

“Well how come you or Berry never talk about her?” Sweetie Belle was just going to make them keep lying, wasn’t she? “Are you ashamed of her?” Maybe not, looks like Sweetie Belle was just spoon feeding lies to them at this point.

“Yeah!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed, when she realized just how excited she sounded, she pulled it back to a nice melancholy. “I mean..yeah…” Better. “We were so ashamed of Pinkie that we had to send her away to live with some of Berry’s family.” Okay, the lying was getting easier. It was even getting harder to feel the pit in her stomach. “Berry went up to visit them, so he sent Pinkie down here.” Two problems, one lie. It all worked out in the end.

“When is he coming back?”

“In a week, dear. Now go back to bed, you have school in the morning.” Rarity felt great about telling the truth again, it was like being released from prison. It felt so good.

“But I want to talk to Pinkie.” Sweetie was drawing closer to the other filly, which just made Rainbow and Rarity even more nervous.

“No no, Sweetie Belle. Pinkie’s…really tired. She needs her rest.” Rainbow pushed Sweetie away with a hoof. “You can talk with her in the morning, I promise.” Sweetie Belle looked at Rainbow skeptically, then finally gave up with a sigh and trudged back to her room. As soon as the little unicorn was out of sight, Rainbow headed straight for Rarity.

“My daughter? What were you thinking?!” Rainbow’s voice was filled with disbelief and rage, it was about time she let all of these pent up feelings out. Because that felt like a lifetime, not ten minutes.

“I had to say something!” Rarity defended herself. “You were over there tripping over yourself, and I was not going to say it was mine. She would know I was lying!” Both mares were nose-to-nose, eyes cold as ice.

“But my daughter? Why not say ‘we don’t know’? You know how this is going to look if she goes to school and tells all of her little friends that Berry knocked me up? Not good at all! And if this goes all the way up to the Wonderbolts I‘ll never get on the team!” Rarity was about to scold Rainbow for only thinking of herself, when a little sob came to both of their ears. Both mares turned to see Berry-well Pinkie now thanks to their lie-with her head in her hooves and crying. Both mares’ motherly instincts took over and they were at the filly’s side in a flash.

“I-I don’t like when ponies fight.” The little pony wailed out. “W-Why can’t you just smile and be happy?” The tears were flowing freely from the filly’s eyes. Both mares hugged her gently.

“We’re sorry, dear.” Rarity cooed into Pinkie’s ear as she stroked the filly’s mane. “We didn’t mean to upset you..” Pinkie latched onto Rainbow while letting her head rest on Rarity.

“Yeah, we’re sorry kiddo. But listen, you have to play this game with us. It’s playing pretend, alright?” Pinkie nodded, her little hooves wiping away the tears. “Until we say to stop, you have to be Pinkie Pie, got it? And I’m your mommy.” Rainbow Dash was desperately hoping this would work.

“B-But what about my mommy and daddy?” Berry/Pinkie liked playing games, Inky and Blinky never invited him to play any games with them. He had to play pretend a lot…

“Don’t worry, you’ll be back with them in a little while okay? Just think of this as a little vacation.” Dash was tired, all of today’s events…all of the crazy stuff, had taken its toll. “Eesh, I’m beat.” Rarity yawned as well.

“As am I. Some rest is in order. You two are welcome to sleep in the guestroom, after all it is his.” Rarity let go of the little filly and trotted off down the hall to her own room.

“Well squirt, looks like you and I are sharing a room…” Rainbow observed. “You don’t mind, do you?” The filly shook her head. “Good, because I need somepony to keep me company. Think you can do that?” Another nod from the filly. Dash got up and lead the little filly to the room at the end of the hall, as soon as she opened the door she regretted it. The room was littered with pictures of Berry with his friends…and mainly her.

“Wow…is that…me?” Berry…Pinkie…You know what? I’m kinda tired of trying to figure out what the hell to call him…her…you know what I mean. So from now until this situation is resolved, I’m calling her Pinkie. And all feminine pronouns, because trying to decide is giving me a headache and I don’t have any asprin. Keep up.

Pinkie trotted about the room, looking at all of the pictures. The look the filly was giving the photographs a look that could only be classified as terrified. Imagine seeing an entire life you’ve never lived laid before you in pictures. Memories you haven’t made yet being pre-screened to a young mind that has never ventured out from the hole in the ground it calls home.

“Umm…right. I can explain.” Rainbow Dash knew there was no conceivable way for her to explain what the filly was seeing, heck there wasn’t even a way for her to explain how the filly was here. “Sit down…this is going to take a while.” She was going to tell the truth, Dash wasn’t sure how traumatizing this might be to be told your own future. But it couldn’t be any worse than waking up in your own future, surrounded by friends you don’t know yet, and in a world that’s impacted by things you haven’t done yet.

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“Hey Sparkles. He’s out cold.” Twilight had been biding her time, acting like she was asleep while she waited for her target to pass out. She hadn’t been expecting Twilacorn to keep a look-out though, the little alicorn had been MIA since before the party started.

“And where have you been?” Twilight asked her little delusion. It wasn’t very nice to leave the mind that created you alone for extended periods of time, why she might start to think she’s going mad!

“I’ve been busy, Sparkles. It would be in both of our best interests to avoid any questions of what I do in my free time, you may not like it.”  The little alicorn floated over to Applejack and tapped his head, the stallion snored and shifted. “Yep. Out cold. So let‘s get this party started, huh? Maybe you‘ll even get lucky tonight.” Twilight was still hung up on the fact that she may not like where her delusion had been. How in the hay does that work? Was it in a repressed memory or something?

“Okay. Just let me get the spell ready…” Twilight concentrated. Putting together the Want it, Need it spell took a lot of concentration to weave properly. Not to mention she had to modify it. Ever since her brother’s wedding she had been studying Changeling magic, including the love spell that Chrysalis had used on Shining Armor. Coupled with the Want it, Need it spell it made the afflicted pony fall in love almost naturally while only being able to be reversed by an extremely powerful magician.

The spell, once locked in, practically flowed from her horn. The pink tinted magic bled through the air to its target, the sleeping stallion. As soon as it got near him, it snaked his way under his skin and into his heart.

Of course, this did not go without incident. When somepony’s heart is as dedicated and openly honest to someone like Applejack’s was…well, it gets nasty. Imagine an idea, something you think to be true so vehemently that you would die before it was proven wrong. Now imagine that idea was taken away, ripped from your mind without any explanation or counter…then another idea was placed in the hole and you were forced into believing it. In short, he fought it.

Applejack fought the intruding idea as if it was a disease in his bloodstream rather than love in his heart. Something in the back of Twilight’s mind told her that this was just going to a false love…Applejack would never truly love her like he did Berry. But then another more sinister idea crushed the smaller voice and told her to claim her prize.

Do you know what the difference between love an lust is? Twilight was soon to find out it was not the content of the heart, but the volume of the moans.

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Rainbow Dash was in the bed with Pinkie now. The poor little filly had been so confused after Rainbow explained all of the pictures to her. It had been…enlightening. Strangely, at the time Pinkie had taken everything the older pony said in stride. Every time she had a question, she asked it and it was promptly answered…but there was this look behind the little filly’s eyes that just screamed confusion.

Rainbow felt that she was doing irreparable damage to the little filly…but it needed to be done. Refusing to answer questions like that would only make Pinkie not trust her, that was something she could not afford at the moment