“I get this cycle’s Rainbow chapter!” Twilight said all in Applejack’s face.

“No, Ah should get this cycle’s Rainbow chapter,” Applejack said all in Twilight’s face.

“I have better grammar.”

“Well, Rainbow likes me more.”

“Then I guess it’s a draw.”

“Ah think it’s a tah too, Raritypants.”

“I guess there’s only one way left to decide.”

“Ask Rainbow.”

“I was thinking a fight to the hospitalisation, but your idea sounds safer.”

“Ain’t you supposed to be a smart ideay pony?”

“I am, but they don’t make chapters of me reading for eight hours.”

“Where is Rainbow?”

“I think she’s cloud-pwning.”

“Ah.”

Silence.

“I guess I can do more repetitive magic practice,” Twilight said.

“Does that mean cloppin’ or actual magic practice?”

“Seriously, magic practice.”

“Oh.”

Silence.

“Bye,” Twilight said.

“Bye.”

And so they both took off for their respective houses from wherever they were.

Rainbow Dash pwned a strangely bowl-shaped cloud from below, causing a pony curled up in it to get pissed off at her. Wait, that was something else. Rainbow Dash pwned a strangely bowl-shaped cloud from above. Then she pwned another cloud. And another. Hey, what’s Fluttershy up to?

Fluttershy heard a typing sound coming from a corner of her living/entry-type room. You’ve seen it. Due to curiosity and suspicion, she went over to the noise, and found a transcriber. The transcriber looked up from her laptop.

“Hi,” the transcriber, transcriber #3, said.

“Hello.”

Awkward silence.

“I didn’t know I had a transcriber in my house,” Fluttershy said.

“We’re everywhere.”

“Everywhere?”

Meanwhile, some random trivial pony walking down a minor avenue got a strange feeling he was being watched.

“Except for Leskov Island in the South Sandwich Islands and Hardys Reservoir in Wyoming, pretty much.”

“So everywhere except a couple locations on a completely different planet?”

“Eeyup,” transcriber #3 said in a horrible Big Mac impression.

“That’s... invasive.”

“Eeyup,” transcriber #3 said in a horrible Big Mac impression.

“I like my privacy.”

“I’m not leaving.”

Fluttershy took her laptop, gently placed on it on the floor, and grabbed her by the appendix.

“Leave.” She stopped holding her. “You know, if you don’t have any better ideas....”

“Make me.”

Fluttershy took transcriber #3 and pulled her to the door.

“You can escort me outside now,” transcriber #3 said. Fluttershy literally kicked her out and literally slammed the door. “Can I have my laptop?” Fluttershy opened the door, hooved her the laptop, and literally slammed the door again.

Butterscotch was oh she’s clopping. We’ll come back to her.

“Let’s see,” camerapony #4 said to camerapony #3 on a picnic which the latter intended to turn into a date, “We’ve done Twilight, Applejack, Rainbow, Fluttershy, Butterscotch....”

“Zecora?” camerapony #3 said.

“We did just did Octavia, Lyra, and Zecora,” camerapony #4 said, “And Apple Bloom. Scootaloo, maybe?”

Scootaloo was napping in her cardboard box. OR WAS SHE?!

“Scootaloo,” transcriber #2 said, nudging Scootaloo gently, “Get up.”

She did not awaken.

“Scootaloo,” transcriber #2 said a bit more impatiently, “Wake up.”

She did not awaken.

“Wake up, bitch!”

“Huh?” Scootaloo rubbed her eyes. “I just had the strangest dream. And... actually, you weren’t in it.”

“You’re on.”

“What did I challenge you to?”

“No, I mean you’re live on telly. Right now.”

“What?”

“You’re live on—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Scootaloo stretched out and yawned in a very feline manner. “Obviously, I didn’t expect this.”

“Do something.”

“But I’m tired....”

“You have another chance at reality show glory.”

“I know....”

“We’ll come back to you, I guess.”

“Okay....”

Pinkie Pie was doing boring baking-related things.

“It’s not boring,” Pinkie claimed without any evidence.

“Perhaps not to you,” camerapony #1 said, “But to the viewers.”

“Fine. Annoy somepony else if it’s so boring to you. You fucking bitches.”

“We will.”

“You’re on,” camerapony #5 said to Rarity in an ambiguously-gendered voice.

“All I’m doing is sewing,” Rarity said. “You should see what Sweetie Belle is up to.”

Camerapony #5 went on a route which may or may not have involved stairs to Sweetie Belle.

“You’re on,” camerapony #5 said to Sweetie Belle in an ambiguously-gendered voice.

Sweetie Belle turned from Minecraft to see the camerapony and associated equipment. “Oh. Well, I’m just playing Minecraft....”

“A likely story. Come on, get off the computer and go outside.”

“Make me.”

“Fine, stay in here.”

And so the rest of the chapter was a camcorder let’s play.

Butterscotch exited her (well, not her, it wasn’t her house, but you know) lavatory.

“You wanna do something?” camerapony #2 said.

“Meh.”

“Nothing?”

“Meh.”

And so with Scootaloo still asleep, it was determined that nothing had wait what holy Faust! Rainbow touched down right near Applejack’s house, the Sweet Apple Acres house, whatever it’s called, and by “right near”, I mean directly in front of the door, such that if the door somehow opened outward, she would get hit with it. Knocking ensued and, after millions of years of erosion, Applejack answered the knocking.

“You’re here,” Applejack said.

“I think you mean ‘hah’,” Rainbow said in a rude but quite good impression of her.

“Come in.”

“What if I don’t?”

“What purpose would you be here for that doesn’t involve sex, which you would come insahde for?”

“There are tons of other reasons I’d need to be here. Like... um... okay, maybe you’re right. Are you gonna judge me?”

“No. In fact, if you don’t come in right now, Ah’m gonna rape ya right here.”

“That sounds more like me.”

“Five...”

“Uh-huh.”

“...22...”

“Sure.”

“...Π...”

“You’re not really like that.”

“...√5...”

“You’d be surprised how many ponies mispronounce focaccia.”

“...√2...”

“Why is this such a big deal to you?”

“...ln(3)...”

“You can rape me if you want, it’s okay.”

“...ln(2)...”

“Seriously, it’s fine. We’re not in the third dimension.”

“...ln(1½)...”

“Is this countdown just an asymptotic curve or does it actually end?”

“...The ratio of the ratio of mane six characters not named Rainbow Dash to those that are to its square...”

Rainbow put one hoof over the doorway.

“...Twahce the fat content of whole milk...”

Rainbow put another hoof and part of her torso over the doorway, leaving her about halfway inside.

“...e^iπ + 1.”

Applejack used Tackle! It’s... um... actually, Tackle is Normal-type, so... never mind. Sex and kissing ensued right in front of the door, which was fun and slightly repetitive, then Big Mac came there. Applejack and Rainbow stopped moving and looked up at him.

“Get a room,” Big Mac said, “Literally.”

“Ain’t that usually literal anyway?” Applejack said.

“Get a room.”

Rainbow and Applejack got up and went to Applejack’s room. Because sex is the one event you’re usually supposed to tell and not show, we bring you the next programme.

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