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// It's Snow Joke 
// Story: Too Nice For Toys 
// by CherryrookHolloway 
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The two pegasi flew low over Ponyville, Dash looking for a good prankee, and Fluttershy trying to keep up and take notes at the same time.
“Hay look! There’s Pinkie Pie!” Dash suddenly exclaimed, pointing at a fluffy pink earth pony just leaving Sugarcube Corner, presumably on her lunch break. “She’s, like the best for pranking and stuff.” Dash started descending to street-level, Fluttershy in tow. “Just follow my lead,” the shorter, cyan mare said.
The second their hooves touched the smooth cobbles, Pinkie bounded up to them as though she hadn’t seen either of them for eons. Or since that morning. She found it hard to tell the difference, since time without friends was like trifle without custard and sprinkles on top. Somehow.
“Hi guys! I haven’t seen you for ages! How’re you doing? D’ya wanna join me for my lunch break? I brought extra, just in case I ran into anypony! Okay, I lied. I was gonna eat it all myself because it‘s sooo tasty! But I can share. I’m the most share-iest pony around!”
“Uh, yeah,” Rainbow Dash interjected, in the first breath Pinkie took. “There was somepony lookin’ for you. One of the -uh- princesses.”
She nudged Fluttershy.
“Oh. Um. Yes. Um-”
“Which princess?” Pinkie asked.
“Uh… Princess… Cad-esti-u-light?” Fluttershy saw Dash facehoof out of the corner of her eye. Part of her hoped that was a good sign.
Pinkie stared at her for a second, before breaking into one of her many wide grins.
“Oh her! You sillies! She just left. She wanted to talk to me about selling pastries to chimaeras, and I was like, ‘but ya gotta sell ‘em three pastries, or two heads don’t get any!’, and then she bought some éclairs and went back to the Cloud-anter-ville Empire on royal business with Dryphon Dogs. So anyway, ya wanna hang out for an hour?”
The two of them declined with a chorus of kinda-busy-right-nows, and maybe-some-other-times, and took off, looking for another victim.
“Did it work?” Fluttershy asked optimistically.
“No. No it didn’t.”
The yellow mare hung her head.
“I’m a failure.”
Dash looked at her.
“No you’re not. I shouldn’ta picked Pinkie for a first-timer. She’s kinda a bit too… random. What we need is a pony who’s overly trusting and maybe a little naïve - and considering you’re here, I think Applejack is just the pony we need.” She turned towards Market Street, landing just on the corner. Fluttershy landed next to her.
“Okay, now I think this time we should go classic,” Rainbow Dash said, “I think ya need something simple, like- hay, is that Sapphire Shores over there?”
Fluttershy, and few other ponies who had overheard, looked over where the blue pegasus’ hoof was pointed. At empty space. The other ponies rolled their eyes and wandered on.
“See what I mean? Something simple. Now go do that to Applejack.”
Fluttershy trotted over the Apples’ cart.
Point, say there’s Sapphire Shores. Point, say there’s Sapphire Shores. Point-
But she was concentrating so hard on Dash’s instructions, she tripped over one of the apple baskets and went flying. Not proper, pegasus flying; clumsy, not-looking-where-you’re going, head-over-hooves-over-tail kinda flying. She landed upside down in a bed of broken wicker.
“Uh, Fluttershy? You okay?” Applejack asked, standing concernedly over her.
“Um… hay, is that Sapphire Shores over there?” Fluttershy said, dazed. After a moment, she remembered that she had to point somewhere. Applejack turned to look.
“No, ‘tain’t, but ah see whutcha mean. If ya turn yer head sideways and squint a little, that colt kinda looks like her.”

Fluttershy trotted back to Rainbow Dash, still swaying slightly.
“So, um, how’d I do? Did it work? Am I a good pranker now?” She asked eagerly.
Dash raised her eyebrows at her.
“First of, it’s ‘prankster’,” she said after a heavy sigh. “Second, no. Just- no.”
She rubbed her face and groaned exasperatedly. Fluttershy’s face fell.
“Oh. Okay. Never mind, I’m obviously no good at this at all. I’ll just go home and think up something else.”
“No, wait!”
The yellow pegasus turned back to the blue one who seemed to be trying to make a decision by burying her hoof in her forehead. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
“Give it one more shot,” Dash said. “If that doesn’t work, then go home, okay?”
“Oh, okay, Rainbow Dash. What did you have in mind?”

Full raincloud. Check. Unsuspecting Rarity. Check. Fluttershy glanced over at Rainbow, who was hiding in a tree, grinning and rubbing her hooves together. Had the yellow pegasus been a little more obtuse, she would have said she looked faintly villainous. Quietly. She ran Dash’s instructions through her mind quickly one more time; 1: hold cloud over Rarity. 2: cause light shower. Rarity was already directly below her; all she had to do was squeeze a little on the fluffy little cumulus Dash had found her.
The cloud burst, dumping all its water on the unfortunate unicorn underneath.
There was a second of shocked silence. Then Rarity started wailing.
No words could be made out, but the risen tone and tears mingling with spent rainwater as the fashionista galloped away led to a pretty obvious conclusion. That a cruel and heartless pegasus had drenched a friend she didn’t deserve to have. Failing to fight back tears, Fluttershy flew after Rarity, past a cackling Rainbow Dash.