~Dream Valley, Ponyland
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Bowtie was bored. Not tired bored, or nothing to do bored. Just bored with what she had to do.
"AppleJack," she whined "When are we going to finish picking these apples? Can't I go now?"
"No!" said Applejack cheerfully, plucking another apple daintely with her teeth, and placing it in the basket. Her orchard was her sanctuary, and every apple should be handled with extreme care in her opinion. She marveled that the succulent fruit could be white, and yet have so much flavor, and potential. You could make applesauce, apple pie, apple cider, even--
Bowtie grabbed an apple, biting into it in the process, and dropped it in the other basket. Applejack glared at her, but the blue pony didn't seem to notice, and she bit another one, squirting juice in her mane.
"I was so sure that baby Firefly could fly a double-inside loop," she complained to the orange and yellow earth pony beside her. "I mean, she learned to fly a lot before the other baby ponies."
"Three days," corrected Applejack "And besides, she is only a baby pony. Even Firefly crashed into a tree last week. And Dream Castle the week before that." She picked another apple.
Bowtie mimicked Applejack behind her back.
"Three days," she mouthed "Three days."
Applejack turned around to put another apple in the basket, but saw Bowtie and spat the apple at her instead. It had had a worm hole in it anyway. No good for even PIES.
"Owwwww!" whined Bowtie as it hit her on the side of the head, "Why'd ya chuck the apple at me?"
Applejack sighed.
"Chuck?"
There was no answer.
Because Bowtie was sleeping.
"Snoooore...snort...snoooooore...snort..." she snored. Applejack stared, openmouthed. How could she fall asleep so fast? And so...so... disgustingly?
Another apple hit Bowtie straight between the eyes.
"SNOOOOORT!!!...huh?!"
Applejack shook her head in disgust. What a disgrace. Ponies weren't supposed to be such slobs.
"Oh, go and chase a butterfly or something. You're no help." she told the pony, staring forlornly at the teeth marks on a red, juicy apple. That one would have been absolutely perfect for a pie.
Bowtie grinned. "Thanks."
"You still owe me."
Bowtie snorted again, knowing that Applejack would forget anyway. Applejack knew too, and she really didn't care. Medley was a better apple picker anyway. She didn't leave teeth marks on perfectly good fruit.
"Yo, butterfly!" Bowtie called "Yeah you, with the blue wings. Come over here and show me what your made of!"
Applejack shook her head again. Bowtie was such an animal.
"Where do you get this... atrocious language?" she asked.
"One word."
"Yeah?"
"Danny."
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Bowtie grinned as she stared at the Rainbow. She knew it was dangerous to run on it, as portholes sometimes opened up... Sugar had dissapeared three years ago over the Rainbow and never returned. Some ponies came back off the Rainbow with strange tales of a green land with spork flowers and a green pony with blue eyes that sounded quite like her...
Oh well, thought Bowtie, Nobody liked Sugar anyway. She stole from the kitchens and jumped on the beds at night. But it was kind of funny when she crashed through the ceiling and landed on Princess Tiffany's bed. While she was sleeping. Friendly was never the same again.
And with that thought, she bounded up the rainbow.
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Bowtie had come across four portholes already, but none seemed to be of any interest to her.
One was a clock, probably to go back in time or something. Bowtie was not eager to be in diapers again, so she left that one. One a tree. And Bowtie didn't want to go for a strole in an alien forest with who-knows-what lurking in the shadows. The other two had both been different plants. (One of which had tried to bite her, the other making strange noises.)
Then she came across a fifth porthole.
A tiny building, with the words "Acme Labs" On it. It was seemingly flat, and colored oddly. Like a painting, which was not unusual. But the fact that it had the word "Labs" on it intrigued her. It had to be a joke, there was no such thing as a real LAB.
Bowtie grinned and slowly, she lept forward and into the porthole.
This is where it all began.
Bowtie was bored. Not tired bored, or nothing to do bored. Just bored with what she had to do.
"AppleJack," she whined "When are we going to finish picking these apples? Can't I go now?"
"No!" said Applejack cheerfully, plucking another apple daintely with her teeth, and placing it in the basket. Her orchard was her sanctuary, and every apple should be handled with extreme care in her opinion. She marveled that the succulent fruit could be white, and yet have so much flavor, and potential. You could make applesauce, apple pie, apple cider, even--
Bowtie grabbed an apple, biting into it in the process, and dropped it in the other basket. Applejack glared at her, but the blue pony didn't seem to notice, and she bit another one, squirting juice in her mane.
"I was so sure that baby Firefly could fly a double-inside loop," she complained to the orange and yellow earth pony beside her. "I mean, she learned to fly a lot before the other baby ponies."
"Three days," corrected Applejack "And besides, she is only a baby pony. Even Firefly crashed into a tree last week. And Dream Castle the week before that." She picked another apple.
Bowtie mimicked Applejack behind her back.
"Three days," she mouthed "Three days."
Applejack turned around to put another apple in the basket, but saw Bowtie and spat the apple at her instead. It had had a worm hole in it anyway. No good for even PIES.
"Owwwww!" whined Bowtie as it hit her on the side of the head, "Why'd ya chuck the apple at me?"
Applejack sighed.
"Chuck?"
There was no answer.
Because Bowtie was sleeping.
"Snoooore...snort...snoooooore...snort..." she snored. Applejack stared, openmouthed. How could she fall asleep so fast? And so...so... disgustingly?
Another apple hit Bowtie straight between the eyes.
"SNOOOOORT!!!...huh?!"
Applejack shook her head in disgust. What a disgrace. Ponies weren't supposed to be such slobs.
"Oh, go and chase a butterfly or something. You're no help." she told the pony, staring forlornly at the teeth marks on a red, juicy apple. That one would have been absolutely perfect for a pie.
Bowtie grinned. "Thanks."
"You still owe me."
Bowtie snorted again, knowing that Applejack would forget anyway. Applejack knew too, and she really didn't care. Medley was a better apple picker anyway. She didn't leave teeth marks on perfectly good fruit.
"Yo, butterfly!" Bowtie called "Yeah you, with the blue wings. Come over here and show me what your made of!"
Applejack shook her head again. Bowtie was such an animal.
"Where do you get this... atrocious language?" she asked.
"One word."
"Yeah?"
"Danny."
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Bowtie grinned as she stared at the Rainbow. She knew it was dangerous to run on it, as portholes sometimes opened up... Sugar had dissapeared three years ago over the Rainbow and never returned. Some ponies came back off the Rainbow with strange tales of a green land with spork flowers and a green pony with blue eyes that sounded quite like her...
Oh well, thought Bowtie, Nobody liked Sugar anyway. She stole from the kitchens and jumped on the beds at night. But it was kind of funny when she crashed through the ceiling and landed on Princess Tiffany's bed. While she was sleeping. Friendly was never the same again.
And with that thought, she bounded up the rainbow.
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Bowtie had come across four portholes already, but none seemed to be of any interest to her.
One was a clock, probably to go back in time or something. Bowtie was not eager to be in diapers again, so she left that one. One a tree. And Bowtie didn't want to go for a strole in an alien forest with who-knows-what lurking in the shadows. The other two had both been different plants. (One of which had tried to bite her, the other making strange noises.)
Then she came across a fifth porthole.
A tiny building, with the words "Acme Labs" On it. It was seemingly flat, and colored oddly. Like a painting, which was not unusual. But the fact that it had the word "Labs" on it intrigued her. It had to be a joke, there was no such thing as a real LAB.
Bowtie grinned and slowly, she lept forward and into the porthole.
This is where it all began.