Is done.

And I don't know how I feel about it yet. I had a lot of fun writing it, some of it was quite emotional, and it helped me to recharge my writing batteries. How does that work, you ask? I have no idea. I write and sometimes, some of the things I write recharge the batteries and allows me to keep writing.

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High noon. It had to be one-hundred and eleventy degrees outside, or more. Following Rainbow Dash’s advice, Twilight kept two damp towels tucked and hidden away beneath her wings to help keep her cool. She walked towards the tables like a prisoner towards the chopping block and all of her friends formed an impromptu parade behind her.

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Twilight Sparkle seemed to be recovering as she drank some water and Spike the Dragon was no worse for wear after having been crushed for a second time on this trip. Spike looked embarrassed and a bit sheepish. Twilight on the other hoof, looked haunted as the noontime hour approached.

“So, uh, Applejack, you ready to team up?” Rainbow Dash asked. She more concerned about winning than she did Twilight’s current state of mental health.

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It was the third and final day of the festival, the end of a long and wonderful weekend. Appleloosa had to get back to work as did Twilight and her friends. The Princess Suite was crowded with sleeping bodies, save two. Amid the sleeping, snoring ponies all piled into the same bed, two figures stood out and both were standing near the window, watching as the sky turned pink.

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When she saw him, her heart lept up into her throat and Pinkie Pie wondered if her heart climbed up just a little bit higher, what would it taste like? The thought was distressing but it persisted, because her heart was thump-thump-thumping away in her windpipe. Her tail twitched, her knee jiggled, and she felt her frogs grow damp with sweat.

Just what was her Pinkie sense trying to tell her now?

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It sure did feel good to be a princess. Applejack sprawled out in the opulent luxury that was the bed in the Princess Suite and thought about how she could get used to this. To her right, curled up against her side, was a warm, fuzzy lump. To her left was another warm, fuzzy lump. There were also warm, scaly lumps in the bed. This made the bed extra-opulent, as it was heated, and it felt oh so good on all of her sore, achy places.

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The dining room in the hotel wasn’t nearly as crowded and it had a pleasant coolness. Twilight shivered as she passed through the doorway, the evapourating sweat from her body causing her to feel cold and clammy. She knew from experience that the feeling would pass, but extreme temperature transitions had always made her uncomfortable.

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Pinkie Pie had stopped acting funny and that worried Sumac just a little bit. That was the thing with Pies, you had to watch them the most when they acted as though there was nothing wrong. Sly Pie, Pebble’s little brother, was not at all like his mother, Maud. Sly was a bit like Limestone, with a touch of Marble, and a smattering of Pinkie Pie tossed in for flavour. When Sly got quiet and shy, everypony panicked.

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Sore, but full of optimism for a bright, wonderful day, Twilight Sparkle lifted up her glass of apple juice and took a long, unprincessly drink. She had been pummeled and battered the night before by the storm, but she had also had a wonderful time. With her magic being a little unpredictable, she hadn’t been able to just cast a spell to banish the storm, no, she had to go about it the hard way, with muscle and sinew.

She felt better for it.

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So, there are already people clamouring for a full blown story about Sumac and Braeburn's adventure together. This alarmed me, given the nature of what happened, and made me laugh, because it would have a fantastic title.

Sheriff Braeburn and the Stolen Shit.

Has a nice ring to it, eh?

I have no plans to write what happened, as I wanted it to be a noodle incident. I'm sorry, folks, but you'll just have to imagine what happened.

“Braeburn!”

Applejack’s voice snapped Twilight from her thoughts and she turned to face the approaching pony that had a wide grin of welcome upon his face. She waved, she liked Braeburn, and she was not at all surprised to see that Braeburn was aging well. He had only become more handsome and distinguished with a few touches of silver in his mane and tail.

“Or should I call you Mayor Braeburn?” Applejack asked as she began to chuckle.

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Princess Twilight Sparkle and the Quesadilla Conquest has been released.

Feel free to discuss. It'll be a short fic. I hope you enjoy it.