What Happened To Yesterday

Sweetie Belle was sitting down at the table, intensely staring at the new houseguest sitting across from her. This filly looked exactly like Berry. Not a bit like Rainbow Dash. That was suspicious....and Berry leaves town just as this new filly appears? More and more curious...

"Sweetie Belle, don't stare. It's impolite." At Rarity's admonishing, Sweetie looked away from this new pony. This strange,strange new pony...

"So Pinkie...where are you from?" Staring may be unacceptable, but perhaps asking questions was not. That loophole was going to serve the newly cutie-marked crusader well.

"The Macintosh Hills, my family has a rock farm." The filly responded as she gobbled up some of her hay bacon greedily. It was as if she had never eaten before or something. Yet another oddity.

"With her grandparents...and her aunts." Rainbow Dash, the filly's 'mom' added on to the statement with haste. "I-It's an okay place to live, ain't it Pinkie?" The nervous smile given by the pegasus was enough to make Sweetie more and more suspicious. Something just wasn't right here.

"I guess, but it's really hard work." The little filly commented as she scarfed down some more of her breakfast with gusto. Rarity didn't even bat an eyelash at the brutish display! If Sweetie would've done that, she would be scolded. But this filly doesn't even get a look of disgust!

Now Sweetie Belle was sure something was up here.

                Twilight was baffled by the looks she was getting from Granny Smith and Big MacWas it so hard to believe that Applejack may have slept with a mare? Or was it the fact that she was the mare? Either way she found it to be completely credulous.

               “Er...hello Twilight…” Granny said with extreme confusion. “I didn’t know y’ll were….spendin’ the night.” Twilight decided since now that she was practically family that she would sit down at the table and enjoy a nice home cooked breakfast.

"Oh, you know, some things just kind of happen.” Twilight said with a smile as she levitated a piece of toast over to her and buttered it. It wasn’t very often she did her own...lacky work whilst eating. Usually Spike did the trivial things and she simply consumed to keep her fueled up, but she supposed hard work was part of the Apple Family, and so was she.

"Nope.” Big Mac siad simply and left the kitchen. “Nope, nope, nope.” Twilight arched her eyebrow, then decided it was best to not waste brainpower on the thoughts of the simple-minded.

"I think AJ will be down in a few moments. I told him he best tidy up, lest I be seen as a mare who can’t control her stallion.” At this, Granny Smith arched her own eyebrow then got up and left the kitchen. She knew something was wrong, and she didn’t want to deal with it first thing in the morning. This was an afternoon or evening problem.

At that moment, the conservation of matter kicked in, because as soon as Granny Smith walked out a very tired looking Applebloom stumbled in. One for one, it all works out in the end.

“Mornin’ Twilight…” The very tired earth pony said as she hopped up on her chair and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She looked down at the eggs in front of her, instead of trying to use silverware in anyway, she just took a bite out of it.

“Good morning, Applebloom!” Twilight chirpedhappily at the youngest Apple. Twilight duly noted that no big red bow was in place atop her head, nor was her mane combed. It was odd to see her without the traditional trimmings she usually had.

"Wait…” Twilight saw the realization in Applebloom’s eyes. Something was off...something just wasn’t right here. “This is juice, not milk.” She looked at the glass with sleepy disgust and pushed it away. “How’s a filly s’posed to start a day without milk?” The little pony hopped off her chair and trotted over to the refrigerator.

Twilight giggled at the overly dramatic crusader and sighed happily. This is what she wanted. This. The simple family life...nothing to worry about, no threats, no constant OCD getting to her, no Spi-wait. What was she saying? No Spike? She loved Spike...he was practically her adopted brother, how could she want to get rid of him?

A pain shot through her head that made her drop the subject as quickly as it popped up. The headaches have been popping up more and more over the past few days she noticed, when she had a certain train of thought or tried to remember something of importance...even when she thought about her own happy past, pain flooded her mind.

Three quiet knocks came from the door in the kitchen. They were so quiet that Twilight had to physically strain to even make sure they weren’t a figment of her imagination. Curious, and a little bit annoyed, she got up and went over to the door. Who could be here at this time?

She grabbed the door with her magic and opened it. Standing on the other side, so near the ground that most earthworms would be jealous, was Fluttershy. The shy pegasus was panting and sweating, looking like she had flown a marathon.

"Oh, hi Fluttershy. What’s wrong?” That should be the standard greeting for Fluttershy, decided Twilight. Something was always wrong with her, most likely it was something she deemed terrifying that was, in fact, not.

"I...I’ve been looking for you...weren’t at the library…” Fluttershy took a deep breath and wiped some sweat from her face. “Came here…” That explains it. She flew the length of Ponyville twice, that should tire any weak pegasus.

“So why were you looking for me? Is something wr-before Twilight could finish her inquiry, her mouth was caught up with something. That something being Fluttershy’s mouth. At first, Twilight was shocked. How dare Fluttershy!? Twilight was Applejack’s, no hers. But then, an odd familiarity came with the other emotions….it was calming...strange. The constant dark cloud that hung over her thoughts seemed to dissipate the more the kiss lingered.

This all felt so wrong, but also very, very right.