Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash had their eyes transfixed on each other as they danced under the balloon arch. Pinkie Pie had, once again, whipped up a party out of thin air in less than 30 seconds. Handy, because between the legal fees and the unemployment, Rainbow Dash would've had no money whatsoever to pay for a reception otherwise.
Off in the crowd, Apple Bloom and Granny Apple Smith were sending the Apple farm back on a rebound by bottling the rotten mush of the sonic-rainboom destroyed apples and selling it as applesauce. It was infested with parasprites and likely to cause gastrointestinal cancer, but who cared? The Cutie Mark Corporate lawyers were there to counter any consumer safety complaints.
Applejack and Big Macintosh were so cut to the core by their family's dishonesty that their cutie marks changed into apple cores. Disheartened and ashamed, they left Ponyville seeking more honest employment. They are now presently bouncers down at the Dodge Junction saloon, and they have to drag Pinkie Pie out by the tail for disturbing the peace at least once a month.
A couple booths down at the wedding reception, Rarity was bringing back the boutique by selling t-shirts made from the unnecessary hazmat suits. The t-shirts were emblazoned with the words "No joke! I survived!" -P.J. Attack Year 1003, and they sold like hotcakes.
Meanwhile, in the Canterlot dungeon, Twilight and Zecora found that life was actually not half bad for them. Zecora had plenty of fellow prisoners to practice voo-doo on and Twilight could do magical research experiments there on ponies without any sort of legal restraints. Princess Celestia loved this because it was a low-cost way of dealing with overcrowded prisons.
But, most importantly, the romantic tension that had been building between Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy for 3 seasons straight had finally been resolved. They danced and danced around the town square, silently wondering when Pinkie Pie would do something outrageous enough to distract the crowd's attention so they could fly off and get rough in some nearby cloud's fluff.
Meanwhile, as the music blared in the background, the true terrorist behind the poison joke attack, D.J. Pony, sat behind the tables mixing some sweet mixes while the throbbing speakers pushed poison joke particles into the air, which hung like glitter before drifting down onto the dancing crowd.
A bazillion thanks to everyone who read and reviewed this story! If you feel so inclined please leave a final review telling me what you liked and what I need to work on, so I can write better stories in the future. Peace out and love all around!
(P.S. Bioterrorism is NOT actually a great prank. I'm just adding this that way if any of you go and commit crimes against humanity using biological agents I will face no legal liability. And also because killing people is wrong at least 97.3% of the time. Seriously.)