Twilight leaned over the ledge of her 'room' and called out to me. Her yell startled me awoke, letting me see the early sun right behind her and the tired eyes she was sporting. Apparently, I was throwing myself about in my sleep, as attested by the blanket strewn around me in twists and bends. Spike thought it funny to fall asleep on my stomach, with his smelly feet in my face.

"Ew!" I complained as I pushed the li...dragon off of me.

He woke up in confusion, looking around for what the cause was while Twilight laughed at our predicament, making me furrow my eyebrows into a near monobrow.

"Looks like Spike found a place to rest his feet after all," the unicorn spoke behind a stifled laugh.

Spike looked to his feet, then me, and gave a sheepish smile in return. "Sorry about that."

"It's alright. I'll just...go to the bathroom and wash my mouth out."

I looked around, and the two pointed to a wooden door on the side of a wall next to a bookshelf. I walked towards it as calmly as I could, but I realized I hadn't gone since yesterday, so my bladder felt like it was about to explode. I don't want to remember how it worked, but I had trouble figuring out how to even go to the bathroom in this bizarre body. After what felt like half an hour of trying to just sit on a toilet, I went to the kitchen, hoping to make myself a sandwich or something. My damnable curiosity got the best of me when I saw the two packing food in bags hanging off of Twilight's back.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Oh! That's right! I didn't tell you. Spike and I were invited to Applejack's house for breakfast."

I narrowed my eyes. "Applejack? Isn't that some kind of alcohol?"

"What? No," Twilight said. "She's my friend."

"Oh...And?"

"She's a farmpony that lives on the edge of Ponyville. Her grandmother makes the BEST apple pies." She started drooling.

"Watch your bodily fluids!" I shouted at her.

Twilight broke from her trance and wiped her mouth while I backed off, disgusted. "Sorry. Well, she's also one of the most honest ponies I know, and she's pretty tall for a mare, too."

I sat on my butt and pretended to hold onto shirt straps. "Ah suppose she's one of them, hardworkin' types wot done carry a large hat 'pon their cranium and don't want no folk ta be divided."

Twilight looked at me as though I was crazy. "Th...that's right, but why are you talking like that?"

I slumped back onto my forelegs. "Oh great. The reincarnation of Abraham Lincoln is a farm pony in another dimension. Nothing. Just having my fun."

"We're going to eat with her family, not just her." She started counting off her hoof...somehow. "There's Granny Smith who I just talked about, her big broth Macintosh, but everyone calls him Big Macintosh, and her little sister Apple Bloom."

"Gee, sounds like they have an apple theme. That'd be CRAZY though," I thought to myself sarcastically. "Soooo, you're going toooo..."

"Their farm. If you want, you can come with us," Twilight suggested. She scratched her chin. "They even have zap apples, but I don't know if they're coming up now or later."

"Zap...apples?" I repeated. "What, you have apples made of lightning now?" I shook my head. "Weird-ass world."

"N-no. They actually just looking like lightning bolts, to an extent." Twilight started drooling. "But zap-apple jam is sublime when you taste it for the first time." She sighed. "It's a shame there's only a specific time of the year that they're available, though." She looked back to me. "You should come with us and try them at the very least!"

I know how this works. The person insists until you abide and keep adding more and more seemingly 'positive' aspects until you give in. It's as much of a convincing tale as saying a fictional beast presented incorrectly is 'correct' because that's how they would be in reality. Forgetting 'fiction' seems a common trait in my life right now, though. That being said, the characters in this world weren't fictional doodads I could modify on a piece of paper, and I would never manage to get Twilight to leave me alone. With a nudge from Spike, I relented and growled my acceptance.

We left the tree-library-house...and possibly many other roles I wasn't aware of, with Spike tugging my foreleg outside into the bright sun. He let me go when we were outside, letting Twilight lock the door and put up a sign stating they were closed for the day. Not sure she would need to. No one goes to libraries nowadays. Ha. Spike and I started talking about dragons and the like as a way to pass the time on our way to the farm. He seemed to like my imaginary dragons, and I found it a good way to forget the situation I was in. Pff. I'd always be brought back to this perverse warping of reality eventually.

"So, say that I had fins, but also wings, that I can manipulate water, but can't stay out of it for a long time. What kind of dragon would that make me?" Spike asked me.

"Well, for you to dry up out of water, you wouldn't have scales. Soooo..." I looked up while thinking. "You'd have a thick, flexible skin. Not sure what purpose the wings would have other than to just move from home-to-home or hunting." I shrugged. "Aquatic sky dragon? Maybe they were removed because they endangered both the sky and seas."

"But dragons eat gems," Twilight retorted.

"You can't sustain yourself on pretty rocks alone," I stated in bored monotone. She scoffed and looked at me sideways. "Hey, is that the farm?" I asked.

"That's it," Twilight confirmed.

What a farm! Trees as far as the eye could see, and farther still! I never saw such a massive plantation before. At the entrance of the farms, in front of opened wooden gates and under an arch, stood an orange pony. For some reason, she was wearing a cowboy hat. I...suppose they could wear those hats if they wore clothes? How was that even relevant? Do they use tiny dragons as their cowboys or do they ride another creature for that sort of thing?

"Howdy, Twi!" she greeted the unicorn. And she has a country twang. I can already feel my head being attracted to a deep hole to hide in. "Howdy ta you too, Spike." She rubbed his head rather violently, then looked at me. " 'N who might you be?" she asked.

"This is Silver," Twilight said. "She's living with me until we can find her a place to live."

The cowpony...that sounds stupid. The...Ugh, cowpony grabbed my foreleg and shook it enough that I thought I felt like I had shell shock afterwards.

"Pleased ta meet ya," she said.

"So where should we go, Applejack?" Twilight asked.

Applejack pointed to a slight elevation further away. "Granny Smith 'n Big Mac 're over there on that small hill. Best place fer seein' the sun when it rises over the hill." She adjusted her hat. " 'Course, it's already gone up, but still."

"We're eating outside?" I asked.

"Yup!" Applejack answered. "Best place ta eat. The fresh air gives the food a better taste and brings out the flavor of the apples."

I followed after the group, struggling to get up the hill and falling on my face quite a few times in the process. I reached the picnic with a grassy face full of grass. An old, wrinkly pony was waiting on a large, plain white sheet on the ground. It was overtaken by a huge variety of apple treats. Pies, pancakes filled with applejam or applesauce, apple muffins, apple scones...they seem a little too addicted to apples. Anyways, I started eating after we sat down, with everyone but me exchanging words. However, since I hadn't eaten since yesterday, I had some extreme cramps, and Applejack laughed at me when I scoffed everything down.

"Ya sure like yer Apples, Silver," he said.

"I haven't eaten since yesterday," I said between gasps. "I think any normal person would be stuffing their face like a hole in this scenario."

Twilight stopped midway into a piece of pie, choking on it in realization, and the two apple ponies looked at her. "Whoops...I'm so sorry, Silver. I hadn't expected company. It completely flew past me."

Someone...apologizing to me? Unusual. "It's...okay," I said.

There were a few more minutes of silence before Twilight broke the silence. "Where's Big Macintosh?" she asked.

I choked on my salad when she said 'macintosh'. Spike tapped me on the back and asked if I was okay. I nodded and waved him off. I suppose Applejack has a cousin or someone called 'Small Windows'. Hyuk hyuk. That thar's a knee-slapper.

"He's in the orchards. Said somethin' about finishin' his work yesterday." She wiped her mouth with a foreleg. Use a napkin, you country bumpkin. "Should be gettin' back later."

I was taken out of my apple-induced semicoma by loud stomping far different from the light steps these tiny ponies would do. Every step became louder and louder, shaking the hill violently. I shot up, looking around everywhere, thinking that I'd be seeing Godzilla roaring past the horizon. Its theme even started playing in my head with every step.

"Ah, there's Big Mac!" Applejack said.

A massive red stallion wearing a harness popped up from beyond the hill's lower angle. He was truckin' a wagon full of apples behind him for some reason. I felt...strange looking at him.

Applejack sighed and rubbed her temples. "Big Mac, ah told ya ta get some barrels with ya. Now they're just exposed ta the elements. Can't survive if they're rottin' away from the tree!"

"Ah know, but ah couldn't find none."

"Feeling sweaty."

"Couldn't...they're all over the place!" the farm pony berated.

"So ah felt a little lazy taday. Ah still got the apples!" the red pony replied.

"Having trouble breathing."

"Uhhh, SIlver? Are you okay?" Twilight asked me.

"Heartbeat tripled...Ow...Ow...Ow...Wait a minute...Sweaty, sore through, and increased heart rate.

Silver_Brain.exe has encountered an error and must shut down.

"Silver? Hey, Silver!" Spike yelled as he snapped his fingers.

With what Spike told me, I was apparently frozen as a statue and staring into the abyss. I was also frowning with my eye twitching. Afterwards, I bolted upright and rushed back to Ponyville, kicking up a path of dust and dirt on my way out of the farm.