A human OC to his story's readers:

I followed behind Applejack as we carried buckets of water to her barn. It was a shame that the cows weren't flexible enough to operate the water pump themselves, otherwise we wouldn't have to do this job.

As I walked into the barn, I tripped over the slight step-up, sending my bucket of water flying, and eventually crashing, onto Applejack. She froze in place before shouting, "Run!"

I was confused. Was there something wrong? That didn't sound like she was angry, but fearful. My confusion only grew as the color started to drip off her fur, leaving nothing but a distortion in the air shaped like Applejack.

But worse, the longer I stood there, the harder running away became. Not for any psychological reasons, mind you, but for a literal gravitational pull that attracted me and everything in the barn to Applejack.

I slipped, falling towards the mare.