Life continued normally as Sweetie Belle went to magic class on Maridays and Vendays, and she remembered to bring her own spellbook. Sea Spray even agreed to keep it for her so she didn't have to take it home. Each class, a few more foals figured out the levitation spell.

One day at lunch time, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Applebloom were hanging out, like they always did. Sometimes they eagerly included Dinky Doo when she was too bored to wander off in her own little world.

It was mid Spring, and the days were already getting hotter. This week, Ponyville was under a heat wave. Sweetie Belle and the others sat slouched over the picnic table while Dinky Doo, with her attention deficit disorder, saw a butterfly and chased after it.

Scootaloo groaned. Since the beginning of Spring, flight school had been a grueling process. She was already over a year late on learning how to fly, and the other pegasus foals were hovering in the air no problem. Turned out her wings were stunted and under developed. It was a feat just to hover off the ground for several seconds, despite she could propel herself on her scooter around Ponyville at gallop speed, bowling ponies over if they didn't jump out of her way. To make matters worse, her harsh judgmental and critical idol, Rainbow Dash, took over flight classes after school.

She had to endure countless times of Rainbow Dash shouting, yelling, and cursing at her when she couldn't perform as expected. Everytime Rainbow Dash looked at her and did a facehoof, Scootaloo felt like she got stabbed in the heart. She was obsessed with the unattainable goal of getting Rainbow Dash’s approval.

Applebloom didn't have any special after school classes, and she went back home for her afternoon chores.

And Sweetie Belle didn’t really fancy going to magic class. Two weeks in Sea Spray’s classes and she had nothing to show for it. Not even a spark. Turned out her last spark was the day before Rarity’s shop burned down, back at the start of the school year.

What the three of them missed the most was their Cutie Mark Crusades. They had better luck trying to earn their cutie marks than now. Between Apple family chores, magic class, and flight school, the three of them only got to hang out at school during lunch hour.

“I don’t wanna go to flight school,” Scootaloo complained, fearing Rainbow Dash’s wrath and constant disapproval.
“I don’t wanna go to magic class,” Sweetie Belle lamented.
“Yeah, but you just got in,” Applebloom chimed, don’tcha think y’two should give it more time?”

“Rainbow Dash hates me.”
“They just use me to make their own magic look good.”

“Aww,” Applebloom whined, “Come on, y’all, Ah hate to see y’two like this...wait, what if we sneak out on Saturday and meet up behind Fluttershy’s house like we used to. You two could try yer flyin’ an’ magic without all them ponies breathin’ down yer necks. How about it, girls?”

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo looked at each other. It was worth a shot. They never actually tried out their abilities on their own.
“I’ll go.”
“I’m down.”
“That’s the spirit girls,” Applebloom said, raising her hoof for a hoof bump. The other two did so. They’d have been more enthusiastic if it wasn't for the afternoon heat. The school bell rang, and the three of them returned to class.

Saturday rolled around, and clouds rolled in to bring a cool breeze over Ponyville. Applejack was in town, working at the Sweet Apple office. After the two fillies finished up their morning chores, they snuck out of Sweet Apple Acres to meet Scootaloo.

The Bucephalus Creek trickled over the rocks of its own riverbed, and the frogs living along the river never stopped croaking. Two cranes, magnificent beautiful birds, strolled along the shallow part of the river, diving their beaks into the water, and snatching up small fish.

The three fillies met at a particular spot hidden from the world by a bush that reached over the edge into the riverbed. This was their designated meeting spot and made a good hiding place if any pissed off pony came looking for them.

“I was wondering if you’d show up,” Scootaloo said as Applebloom and Scootaloo entered the half-burrow.
“Nah, AJ wasn’t home so we split. And look, Big Mac even gave us this,” Applebloom said, producing a bag of nuts for them to eat.
“Big Mac let you out?” Scootaloo asked in disbelief.

“Sure. He don’t care if we go into town. We did our chores and helped him out, that’s all he cares about.”

“Nice.” Scootaloo said as she took a hoof-ful of nuts and ate them. As usual, she always left the house before remembering to eat. “So you guys, I was thinking, lets go to the obstacle course, there’s nopony there.”

The other two agreed, and they all set out.

The obstacle course was located on the eastern slope of Dawn Hill, a mountlet located on the eastern side of Ponyville. From the obstacle course eastward, the farmlands stretched to the horizon, while the forests bordering Everfree occupied the south.

The obstacle course was large, more like a giant playground as opposed to a direct course of jumps, ropes, hanging rubber tires, ladders and such. Here the young pegasi had their training classes. Those just learning scampered about the playground, trying to fly from point to point (more like flying leaps), while the more advanced fliers joined their teacher in the sky. The playground was deserted, the three CMC’s had the whole place to themselves.

Scootaloo knew the unmarked course by heart. Rainbow Dash made her climb and drop the whole way through. She perfected the act of getting over the obstacles and jumps easy enough, but flying was still another story. Another section consisted of a loose pile of planks and poles, used by unicorn trainees to assemble structures. Sea Spray conducted one class out here, so Sweetie Belle was familiar with the site.

“Alright,” Applebloom said to the other two, “Let’s get to it.Sweetie, you try lifting those planks over there, and Scootaloo, uhh, jus’ go off a big jump and see how long you can hover over the grass.” Not much for a teacher. “Cutie Mark Crusaders, ho!”

That slogan brought back old fond memories. As Scootaloo pumped herself up and tried her hovering exercises, Sweetie Belle walked over the pile of planks. On Venday, Sea Spray brought the class here, and had those who figured out the levitation spell build a basic cube structure. Took a while for them to get the team work right, but in the end, they built their cube.

Sweetie Belle took out her spell book with her teeth and placed it on the ground. She opened it to the levitation spell page and tried reading it again. She stared blankly at the patterns and images on the page, then it happened. Her horn started sparking, and did so painfully. Then a thin, barely visible bolt leapt from her horn to the spell book, and she was momentarily paralyzed and unable to move. She felt tingling from her horn, which spread to her brain, and then down her spine to her magic glands. It was a very strange and discerning sensation that surged through her as her subconsciousness opened up and read the page on the spell book itself. The spell was recorded in the depths of her brain and etched into her magic system. There was a poof as the magic dissipated, and Sweetie Belle wobbled over, and fell on her flank. The ordeal left her dizzy and she felt like puking. Her horn and head hurt alot as the magic surged through the damaged areas. Tears welled up and she felt like crying.

“Sweetie Belle! You okay?” Applebloom called as she galloped over to her. “Ah saw what happened. You alright?”

“Learning spells hurts...” Sweetie whined. Then the two heard the loud thump as Scootaloo hit the dirt hard, face first. She leapt off of the tower and failed horribly at hovering, somehow turned herself upside down and fell.

“Scoots!” Applebloom shouted. Scootaloo got up, spat out the dirt, groaned in pain, and whimpered. “You think that hurts? Try jumping off of that!” she hollered in agony.
But the pain subsided in both of them, and they both felt clueless how they were to proceed, and about their destinies as failures.

“Aw come on!” Applebloom said with frustration at her friends’ dismay. It hurt to see them like this, and she didn’t like it one bit. “Y...Y’ know what, forget about flying and magic. It’s not like life has to be all about that! M...maybe Princess Celestia meant for us to do other things not like most ponies! Ah mean, we’re the CMC’s and all, but surely we’re good at something or at least as a team we are! Look at all them things we done when we were doin’ our Cutie Mark Crusade. Ah bet we did more stuff than most ponies had the balls to.”

She was right about that. “Look, y’all, we gotta keep findin’ our nick in life, and it ain’t what other ponies usually do. Ah don’t like how we’re trying to do what other ponies want us to do but we ain’t gonna be good at. Let’s choose for ourselves what we can be good at! Scoots, you can go faster than a gallop on yer scooter! Me and Sweetie Belle...well, we’ll figure something out, you’ll see!”

“You two are the best friends I have. That’s gotta count for something.” Scootaloo said.
“Yeah, same for me too. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Sweetie Belle added.

She remembered what Rarity once told her about the Cutie Mark Crusade being nothing but a dead waste. And how she offered Sweetie Belle a free ticket into the magic school at Canterlot. In Rarity’s words, Applebloom and Scootaloo were disposable, but not now. These two were the most important ponies in her life, and she couldn't fathom giving them up now.

“Look,” Applebloom said, trying to fight back tears. Losing her friends to Apple chores, magic class, flight school and everything else, and seeing her friends (and herself) feeling hopelessly crushed by the ponies’ of this world and all their expectations that the three of them just spend their lives catering to them, really started to make her upset.

“Forget them ponies and everything they say...If we can’t be good at something on our own, then we sure as sugar sweet hay do alot of things together....Ah propose we three keep doing the Cutie Mark Crusade for life, even if we grow up and don’t call it that no more. We can do anything as a team, we can go places...” then she went on a tangent. “We can sneak out of Ponyville and travel around Equestria! We can sneak on carts, trains, boats, even them fancy zeppelins, and go places! Ah’m sick of Ponyville, Sweet Apple Acres and everything and everypony around here! Tellin’ us what to do then bein’ all disappointed and saying we’re nothin...Well, we are nothing...nothing to them ponies, but we can be everything do everything as a team. How about it, girls?”

Scootaloo and Sweetie didn't object, they raised their hooves and hoof bumped with Applebloom, and screamed, “YEAH!”

Of course, even though Applebloom never meant for them to quit flying and magic altogether, she meant for her friends to take on a new view of their lives and the world around them. She tried with the fancy speech she thought up for the last two weeks but forgot most of it. However, all three of them liked the idea of travelling, and for a few days each of them contemplated sneaking onboard the train and leaving Ponyville.

But, that never happened. At Sweet Apple Acres, Applejack kept a sharp eye on Applebloom and Sweetie Belle, and she could tell when Applebloom had an idea she didn't like.
Scootaloo tried dropping out of flight school but either they forced her to go or Rainbow Dash showed up at their door and dragged the filly off herself.
And Sweetie Belle...magic class was one of the only few respites from the farm.

The following Mariday, magic class resumed once again.

“Allright, Sweetie Belle,” Sea Spray sang, “Your turn now. Focus on your pencil and levitate it for me please.”

Sweetie Belle felt ashamed for not trying to lift the wood back at the obstacle course, but part of her knew she could damn well lift a seven gram pencil with pure ease.

She did as she was told and stared at it, and imagined it rising above. She tried to flex her brain and felt the painful sparks going off in her head and horn. Why did magic have to hurt so much? She closed her eyes and squinted them shut, as if she was sitting on the toilet with bad bowel cramps.

Then something happened and she felt a very sharp pain shoot down through her brain from her horn, briefly knocked out, her head hit the desk. Tootsie Flute and her elite friends all snickered until Sea Spray stared them down as she tended to Sweetie Belle.

“Are you alright, dear?”

Sweetie nodded. “I...I can’t....make the magic...”
“Here, let me give you a boost,” Sea Spray said as she gently touched horns with Sweetie Belle, and applied some of her own magic. Sweetie expected to feel pain but instead she felt a warm fuzzy sensation as Sea Spray’s magic trickled down through her horn into her body. Sea Spray mastered the art of transferring magic at safe frequencies, enabling her to ‘charge’ her students like batteries, allowing them extra magic to do spells. And no, it was NOT magic molestation.

“Now try again,” Sea Spray coaxed. Sweetie Belle stared at the pencil, and tried again. Magic stretched from her horn, swallowed the pencil, and with her mere thoughts, it lifted off of the desk into the air, and hovered infront of her face. Sea Spray’s warm fuzzy magic flowed through her damaged magic system, and for a few minutes it kept her own magic from trying to eat her alive.

“Move the pencil left, then right, turn it upside down, then place it on the desk,” Sea Spray instructed. Sweetie Belle did the exercises, then she used up all of Sea Spray’s magic. It cut out and the pencil dropped, bounced off the desk and hit the floor. She tried to catch it with her own magic but short circuited herself again. “Ow!”

Some of the others snickered and laughed at her. Now they all viewed her as a failure for needing Sea Spray’s help for such an insignificant spell.

“Loser,” Tootsie Flute scoffed.

Sea Spray lifted the pencil and placed it back on the desk, satisfied that Sweetie Belle was capable of learning and performing, despite the filly’s magic conduction problems.

“Alright, my little sparkies, today we have a fun project. I bought a bag of little blocks, and we are going to build a castle using our spells. Everypony, please put your books away, and stand up.” Everypony did so and with a simple and awe-striking wave of magic, she easily lifted all 28 desks and chairs, and stacked them against the wall.

“Let’s form a circle, please!” Sea Spray called, and the class did so. She dumped the sack of wooden blocks on the floor into a pile, and using only their magic levitation spells, they began building. Sweetie tried to levitate the blocks, and fried herself everytime she did so. She felt like crying. That’s when they all began to bully her by zapping her with sparks from their horns.

“Ow! Quit it!” Sweetie snapped and shouted many times.

“Oops” Tootsie Flute sang as she ‘tripped’ and bumped into Sweetie Belle, with their horns hitting, and she sadistically applied a high voltage magic surge on poor Sweetie.

Sweetie fell and hit the floor, balled up and started crying.
“Aww, what’s the matter? My magic not good enough for you?” Tootsie taunted her. In a fit of furious rage, Sweetie resisted the instant migraine she just got, jumped up, and violently shoved Tootsie, who fell back and landed on the blocks, instantly taking out Sun Glimmer’s towers.

“Ow, you little bitch! Miss Sea Spray! She shoved me!”

But Sea Spray didn’t buy any of it, and she sent both of them home early, after lecturing them about magic abuse and violence.

And that’s how magic class went for a couple weeks. Sweetie almost always required a magic jumpstart from her teacher in order to recite new spells, with the students laughing and taunting her for being unable to produce her own magic properly. Things even got worse when they began picking on her an zapping her in the school yard, and even in town. Sure the adult unicorns paid no attention to her, but a lot of the unicorn foals began turning on her.

During the week, the CMC’s managed to bail from school together before an Apple pony showed up to take them to the farm. Scootaloo’s parents arranged with Applejack to accommodate Scootaloo, to get her away from the other young pegasi that began tormenting her too. In town, a bunch of older unicorn fillies swarmed Sweetie Belle, shoved her into an alley behind a house and zapped her, right in the horn until heaped up into a ball on the cobble street and whimpered, completely paralyzed by the pain.

“Get up, it didn't even hurt, quit being such a whiner,” Blue Zap snapped, bopping the poor filly on the head. He and his friends who joined the younger goals in tormenting her had no idea the pain they really put her through. Tootsie Flute joined her cousin and nudged Sweetie Belle when she stopped moving. Then she applied another painful surge of horn-to-horn magic. Sweetie squealed and convulse. The others who stopped and joined the group, did the same, under orders from the older unicorn adolescents.

“Okay, she’s still alive,” another commented.
“What a failicorn.” Tootsie spat.

“Why...why...are you doing this...?” Sweetie groaned, “I didn’t do nothing...”

“It’s called tough love, kid,” Blue Zap said, “We don’t appreciate failures like you leeching off of the teachers and everything else. We’re sick of all these failicorns going to the magic bank to leech magic off other unicorns. We’re not batteries for you to use at your disposal! Think of this as a little encouragement, Apple Belle. Until you snap out of your delusions that magic class is a free ride, this ‘special training,’ (he said with a smile), is not gonna stop. We’ll beat and zap the magic into you whatever which way, whether you like it or not!”

“Apparently she’s broken,” Firelock commented, “I heard the Apples tried to dehorn her and made her take medicine that damaged her magic system.”

“Broken, my ass, all she needs is a real good surge,” Tootsie Flute shot back. Firelock didn't seem to disagree.

“Go ahead, fry her up, see if you can get her to cast a spell!” Tootsie said, as she opened Sweetie Belle’s side bag, took out out the spell book, and threw it right in her face.

“OWww!” Sweetie Belle squealed as she squirmed. The migraine seemed like was about to kill her.

“Okay,” Firelock said as she leaned down and touched horns with Sweetie Belle, and applied another agonizing surge. Sweetie Belle tried to move away from her.

“Come on! I’m trying to help you here!” Firelock shouted at her, then she pounced on Sweetie and shot her full of more painful magic. For Sweetie Belle, felt like she was being electrocuted.

“Do it slowly!” Tootsie Flute shouted, “You’re gonna kill her!”

“...fine, I’ll try-”

“Hey! Y’all get away from her!” Applebloom shouted as she and Scootaloo charged at them.

“Hey look, it’s the dumbass Apple kid and the Little Miss Broken Wings.” Tootsie cooed menacingly.

“Beat it, you two, Unicorn business. This doesn't concern you!”

“To hell with yer unicorn business! She’s our friend, and our business, not yer’s!” Applebloom shouted back. Scootaloo just charge at them, propelling herself at full gallop speed on her scooter, aimed at Firelock, the closest to Sweetie Belle.

Firelock was prepared, and lit her horn up with a bright amber aura. She shot Scootaloo with a small fireball, knocking her off the scooter, which Firelock still had to dodge as it sped past her.

“I’m on fire!” Scootaloo screamed in panic, trying to put out the flames on her mane. Tootsie then cast her levitation spell, scooped up Scootaloo, then threw her at Applebloom. Both girls went down in a heap.
“Now beat it, you two!” Blue Zap shouted. “You can scrape up your friend after we’re done with her!”

Suddenly, a pegasus swooped in out of nowhere, completely unnoticed by them, In a quick, startling motion, she snatched up Scootaloo by her wings in her teeth, and and quickly launched herself into the air, springing higher than the rooftops, and out of sight.

“Well, I guess that settles that, You’re out of options, Applebloom, now get the hell out of here!” Firelock shouted.

Applebloom, feeling quite defeated and unable to protect her friends, teared up. “Y...Y’all really suck!” she hollered before she ran off, chased by two unicorn foals.

“Now we can have some quiet playtime with the failicorn-”

“HEY!” They all looked up, and saw a pegasus swooping down on them. It was Derpy, with Dinky Doo on her back.

“Get away from her!” she roared as she hit the ground right over Sweetie Belle, forcing the unicorns to scatter and run.

“Eww, what is it to you, Derpy, you retard?” one of the unicorn foals shouted at her. Derpy was enraged at the comment. Dinky Doo scrambled behind her mother as Derpy reached back with her wings, and ‘punched’ them forward, blasting the brats with a powerful burst of wind.

“Let me guess, somepony stole your muffins?” Blue Zap taunted. Derpy cocked her wings for another air burst. Zap turned and saw his friends running out onto the street.
“You halfwit, weird eyed freak! I don’t get why they never put you in their rainbow factory!” he shouted as he ran off with his friends.

They still didn’t dare challenge an adult pony. Under Ponyville law, all parents had general parental rights to all foals, and were free to intervene when foals got into fights in town. Derpy picked up Sweetie Belle by the scruff of her neck, much like a mother cat with a kitten, tucked Dinky Doo between her hooves, and launched herself into the air. She landed a few minutes later in the park, where some other ‘concerned’ ponies told her to get away from Sweetie Belle, and her own daughter. Feeling hurt, Derpy sauntered off, and Dinky was taken to her adopted home, and Applebloom found Sweetie Belle.

“Y’all right?”
“Uh huh...” Sweetie grunted, now somewhat coherent, and able to sit and stand on her own.

“Wh...wh...where is Scoots?”

“Them pegasi took her away-”

“Applebloom! Apple Belle! What in tarnation are you two doing still in town?!” Apple Dumpling shouted. She and Tarty were on a shopping trip when they spotted the two. Now they were in trouble.
“Just you wait until Applejack finds out about this!” Apple Dumpling shouted. “Now march!” And back to Sweet Apple Acres they went.
+ + +

A week later, Sweetie Belle tried to skip out on magic class, but Cheerilee caught her on the way out and escorted her to Sea Spray’s classroom. The filly couldn’t stand to look the others in the eye. She knew when magic class got out, she had to gallop back to the apple farm to avoid being zapped and beat by her classmates. She hated them all. She wanted them to burn.

Before coming to class, Sweetie Belle brooded and fantasized about getting revenge in all kinds of ways. She wanted to set Firelock on fire, and jam Tootsie Flute into the ground head first, and break her pretty little face in half-

“Allright, my little sparkies, let’s begin!” Sea Spray sang, “Please open your spell books to the light spell!”
Sweetie opened her book. She spent the last several days trying to learn all the spells, but levitation was all she knew. She tried practicing levitation and managed to gain some progress against all the pain her own magic put her through. She was now capable of lifting and carrying small objects. She wanted to do more. She wanted to throw an object at hundreds of trots per second and embed it in one of her tormenters’ brains. She wanted to learn the fire spell, and make Tootsie and Firelock burn.

Sea Spray demonstrated, by making a bright light shine at the tip of her horn, and it lit up the whole classroom.

“Whoa....” the foals all said with amazement. The more advanced ones learned the spell a long time ago and weren’t that impressed. Sea Spray was not amused to see the smug look on their faces.

In the back, Sweetie Belle felt bad for thinking hateful thoughts. Rarity often verbally chided her for being hateful. She silently prayed to Celestia, and begged for forgiveness and help in making her magic work. She didn’t want anymore of Sea Spray’s magic boosts. She wanted to cast her own magic, which she knew very well was surging angrily within her, and wanted out. She opened the page to the spell Sea Spray talked about, and stared at it. No letters or numbers, but strange patterns and symbols designed by unicorn scholar-mages to be read by the subconscious. She stared at it and let her mind relax, like she did back at the obstacle course. Then it happened, the familiar paralysis, the magic sparking through her horn and brain, the symbols glowing (a hallucination typical of spellbook reading), and piercing their way in through her eyes, and a very brief, yet very vivid hallucination of her casting the horn light spell, and lighting up a vast darkened area. The little trip ended with less of a headache and dizziness than when she learned the levitation spell. And now she felt confident. Confident she could make her horn light up.

So when Sea Spray called her name, she tried. Nothing happen. She flexed every muscle she had, and still her horn refused to light up.

“Fail,” some foal called.

“Hmph,” another grunted.

“You need some magic, Sweetie Belle?” Sea Spray offered as she came over.

“NO! Er, I mean no thanks, Miss Sea Spray. I want to use my own magic.”

But Sea Spray didn’t regard her stubbornness and approached, lowering her head to touch horns with Sweetie when Sweetie’s horn lit up, nearly blinding her. She had to look away, and so did the foals near her.

Sweetie Belle did it. Even though the magic was hurting her, she made her horn light up brighter than the fireworks at the Summer Sun Celebration. It was brighter than any light bulb in school.

“Whoa,” Tootsie gasped.
“Oooooh,” Dinky mused, staring into the blinding light like a dumb moth.

Sweetie tried to hold the spell and keep it going. She felt sweat dripping down her face. Then she realized she succeeded at something for once, and felt triumphant.

“Okay, okay, Sweetie, you’re going to run out magic and short circuit yourself. Please stop!” Sea Spray urged her.

Sweetie knew all about that and let the spell die. She then realized she had been holding her breath and was now panting. She slouched in her seat, feeling exhausted by the spell. “Good work, Sweetie, you did very well!” Sea Spray praised her.

Thank Celestia, Sweetie thought, still beaming with pride. Perhaps the other unicorns would leave her alone now. She wanted to giggle and dance like she used to when she was happy. Perhaps this was a sign she could still control her magic and use it to learn more spells.

After magic class let out, Sweetie galloped home, eager to show Applebloom and Big Mac, the two who helped get her into magic class and get the spellbook.

She snuck her way into Sweet Apple Acres, then full of excitement, she completely forgot why she was trying to sneak onto the farm. Applejack still didn’t know about her being in magic class. Big Mac had told her she was in some group exercise thing with the earth pony foals. She foolishly galloped her way across the farm, calling out for Applebloom. She ran through one of the huge sheep and cattle barns. The animals looked bewildered at the excited filly as she ran past their stalls.

“Applebloom! I did it! I did it, I did it!”

A sheep bleated its reply as she ran past.

The excited filly ran out the other door of the barn, around the corner-

-and slammed full speed, face first right into Applejack. She tumbled and fell into the dirt outside the barn. A bucket full of milk flew and splattered all over the wall of the barn.

“Ow, what the hell- Apple Belle, what in tarnation you runnin' like a hopped up jackrabbit for-”

Sweetie Belle’s blood instantly turned to ice before she even hit the ground. She wasn't watching where she was going. But that wasn’t the kicker. The kicker was the minute she slammed into Applejack, her sidebag popped open, and the spellbook flew out, and hit the ground, open to the page of the levitation spell, right in front of Applejack.

Applejack was stunned by what she saw, and it all came together in her mind: The unicorn brat had been in that hocus pocus magic club this whole time. Big lied to her, about everything.

Her blood instantly boiled with rage. This filly tried to subvert her authority. She hexed Big Mac, tricked him into letting her go to the magic class and say she was in the earth pony foal exercise program.

Applejack flew into a furious psychotic rage, and all her anger exploded, and she screamed bloody murder.
Applejack leaped and pounced on Sweetie Belle with her full weight, both her hooves on the filly’s head.

“You little bitch! You rotten bucking little infernal bitch!! Ah said no to yer infernal hocus pocus magic club!!

Sweetie Belle screamed in pain and terror.

“Ah’ll teach you to disobey me!” Applejack screamed, and she went into a frenzy and began thrashing Sweetie Belle, and trampling her with all her weight. Applejack screamed, swore, and cursed while she pounded the snot out of Sweetie Belle. She let loose with all her hatred against unicorns.

She picked Sweetie Belle up by the neck and head and slammed her repeatedly into the ground, and into the barn walls, and into the cart. Sweetie Belle screamed and cried for mercy, and Applejack beat her harder and harder.

Applejack began stomping on Sweetie Belle’s horn too, and just did not let up one bit. She had finally lost it, and in her furious rage, she was determined to rip Sweetie Belle apart.

Applebloom saw her beating the hell out of her from her, and she ran off, as quickly as she could, not to avoid getting beat into a coma herself, but to find big Mac.

Big Mac was hauling a cart of apples he hoofpicked for his next cider batch. He whistled as he walked, and he saw Applebloom running towards him, completely distraught, and he was already alert.

“Big Mac! Big Mac! It’s Applejack! She’s trying to kill Sweetie Belle! She’s bustin’ her up real bad! Please stop her!” Applebloom cried.

Without a word, Big Mac unfastened himself from the cart. “Where is she?”
“At the big cow an’ sheep barn, the south side!”

“You stay here!” he barked at her before galloping off.

Applebloom sat by the cart completely terrified. It took her six minutes to get here, it would take Big Mac at least three or four to reach Applejack. She couldn’t take Applejack’s terror no more and started crying, praying and begging for Celestia to stop Applejack and all her madness and terror.

She was scared of losing Sweetie Belle, and she hated herself for not being grown enough to fight Applejack and get her off, and save her.

Author's Notes:

This is the precursor to chapter 1, Hoofbeating, which was put at the begging to open up the story.