The pink, hairy abomination stood in the middle of Twilight's basement. It didn't move much; being stationary was elemental to its natural habitat. Still, Twilight observed the strange being with all of the interest of a newborn kitten with its ball of yarn.

"Oh my gosh, how're you this fluffy?!" she asked enthusiastically. "It shouldn't be physically possible for you to carry around that much fur! Is there anything underneath?" Twilight jabbed the furry beast with a quivering hoof, trying to see how far into the ball of fur she could go before hitting flesh and bone. Not surprisingly, she found none.

"Twilight, calm down!" Spike shouted, taking his goggles off to make eye contact with his mentor. "It's not like this is the only illogical thing we've studied so far."

"You're right, Spike. We've studied orcs, pot, and all manner of unusual things. There's no reason for me to lose my head." Twilight took a deep breath, calming her nerves. "But then again, what's the fun in that?"

"Oh dear God..."

"Omigosh!! YOU'RE SO FLUFFY!!"

Spike dove behind the nearest cover he could locate. Which, unfortunately, happened to be an inconveniently placed barrel of highly flammable lighter fluid. Within moments, the impending apocolypse that is Twilight Sparkle sent the room up into well lit flames as she entered her Saiyan mode.

Two hours and a long-winded public explanation later, and the dynamic duo found themselves mopping up the mess they'd made of the public library. Twilight found herself unable to get out of helping with the cleanup, much to her chagrin. Still, there were more important tasks at hand. Hoof. Fuck you.

"Twilight, we really need to work on your self-control," Spike commented, wiping up some black soot from what remained of the Golden Oaks basement. "Sometime you'll end up doing that around somepony that isn't fireproof like me, and Princess Celestia isn't here to bribe the jury anymore."

"You're right, Spike. Let's never speak of this again."

And so lemon pies were born.