Author's Notes:

Watch out, y'all, it's Imaginer 31415!

A low rumble echoed over the horizon. The ground began to quake, shuddering with every consecutive second. A looming shadow emerged from beyond, its dark silhouette casting great fear into all who cast eyes upon such an amalgamation...

"HEYSTOPYOURHOOFISINMYFACENOYOUANDHERAREKICKINGMESTOPLICKINGMYMANEYOUJUSTSWATTEDMEWITHYOURFREAKIN'TAILAND--"

The bickering grew louder.

"HOLYCRAPITHINKCELESTIAJUSTWINGSLAPPEDMEOHBOYIT'STHISAGAINISN'TITWHYDOESTHISHAPPENOME--"

A sentient ball of unicorns and alicorns rolled through the streets, supported solely by the toughened core of solid horn material as ponies seemed to revolve around their central singularity of a magical point.

The ball of ponies steamrolled its way straight through Sweet Apple Acres.

Applejack, for her part, did an epic spit-take at the sight.