Strange Conditions
“Nngh…”
She couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes, even though she wanted to wake up; what she wanted was to get out of this uncomfortable bed. The sheets draped over her were so thin she could feel a light breeze flowing right through it, and the mattress may as well have been made out of cardboard. Upon making another small grumble, something on her right rustled next to the bed.
“Is she waking up, doc?!” she heard a nearby voice say.
“Mngh…” she managed to groan again, trying to muster the strength to fully wake up. She felt tired, sore, and most of all…sick. She felt so drained of energy; even trying to open her eyes felt like a challenge in and of itself. Nonetheless, cracks of light began to form at the center of her vision as the muscles on her eyelids finally started to function.
“I think she’s coming to!” another voice said on her left, opposite the first voice. Then she felt a nudge against the right side of her face; the voice on her right was apparently poking her with a hoof. Her eyes may be open, but the images she could barely make out were still blurry, and she couldn't make out exactly who was being so intrusive upon her face. Just as she wished in her head that the prodding would stop, another hoof was heard smacking the prodder away from her face.
“Ow!” the voice on her right yelled. “The hay was that for?”
“Don’t do that, Rainbow!” the voice on her left said angrily. Slowly shifting her eyes to the voice's source, she could make out through her slit-open eyes the purple figure glaring at the one on her right, speaking in a stern, but familiar, voice. “She’s still bedridden! She’s probably still sick!”
‘Sick?’ What in Equestria were they talking about? Well, if she was in this crummy bed, and someone had said 'doctor'…why was she in the hospital just because of some sickness? What the heck happened to her?
Finally mustering the strength to fully wake up, Applejack fully opened her eyes to see Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash sitting on either side of her hospital bed. “Heya, girls…” the orange earth-pony said weakly.
“Oh thank goodness!” Rainbow said, throwing her arms around the farmer in joy.
Perhaps a little too happy, Rainbow was clenching Applejack's lightly-shuddering body a bit too hard. Her arms were wrapped right around the earth-pony's torso, and the tight squeezing made, of all things, Applejack's stomach hurt the most. “Ungh…Rainbow,” Applejack uttered, “you’re kinda crushing me…”
“Oh!” the cyan pegasus came out of her elated trance, opening her eyes and quickly releasing the earth-pony who took a deep breath of relief when Rainbow did. “Sorry, AJ, we were just so worried.” They still looked 'worried', actually; both Twilight and Rainbow were looking Applejack up and down, giving her a thorough examination with their eyes. It made the farmer feel uncomfortable, to say the least.
Finished with regaining her breath, she looked up to the two ponies with her, rubbing a hoof against the back of her head as she tried hard, but unsuccessfully, to recall recent events. “Um, what happened? I can’t quite seem t’ remember…”
Twilight's face softened after hearing her friends speak a normal sentence, a lot of the initial worry washing away. “We didn’t even know ourselves, at first,” the unicorn replied, “But after we rushed you here to the hospital, the doctor told us that it was apparently food poisoning.”
“Food poisoning?!” Applejack exclaimed. It explained the stomach pain, but the answer left a lot more questions than it did answers. “Whaddya mean, food poisoning?”
“What she means is that you ate a bad apple.” Rainbow scorned Applejack like a mother would her guilty child. “I told you that it looked funny, but you didn’t even give it a second thought before you shoveled down your throat.” The pegasus was getting very animated as she recalled the incident, over-exaggerating her version of her bedridden friend gulping down a whole apple. “And I thought I was the reckless one.”
Twilight turned away from watching Rainbow's performance to explain to Applejack in more detail. “It only happened several hours ago. You, me, and Rainbow were at Sweet Apple Acres talking about the upcoming…ah, 'Apple Family Bi-Annual Get-Together Celebration'.”
“If I were you, I’d choose a different name for the thing, but whatever,” Rainbow added backhandedly. She had stopped her acting and reclined up against the wall of the hospital room a foot behind her, suddenly looking very bored with the situation.
“Don’t you remember any of this?” Twilight asked, concerned for her friend.
Applejack scrunched her eyebrows in thought, and she glanced up at the blindingly-white ceiling of her hospital room. “…I s’pose it rings a bell,” Applejack replied, the memories beginning to return to her.
The doctor Rainbow had called for earlier came into the hospital room. “Ah, good to see you awake, Applejack.” The doctor smiled and walked over to the earth-pony's bed, holding a folder underneath one of his arms; he took up the folder and laid it against the foot of Applejack's thin mattress as he looked over the contents. “It appears you’ve had a simple case of food poisoning, as I'm sure your friends have already told you about, judging by your expression. Fortunately, we were able to quickly evacuate your stomach, and have been supplying a steady supply of nutrients with an IV,” he pointed a hoof to show Applejack the bag of fluid hanging on her right. “We expect you to be ready to get back on your hooves within the next twelve to forty-eight hours.”
“What? That won’t do,” Applejack argued, “mah family’s Get-Together is in three days—I don’t have time t’ lay around in bed!”
“Don’t worry AJ,” Twilight reassured her friend while placing a supportive hoof on her shoulder. “We’ve helped you with time-dependent jobs before, and we can do it again!”
“Okay…jus’ please make sure that everything goes exactly th’ way it says on mah list. I got it personally from mah uncle Apple Strudel, who’s headin’ the whole thing with Granny Smith. Th’ two of ‘em work really hard every time this event goes on; I'd hate to see somethin’ go wrong.”
“We’ll take care of everything ‘till you get better and back on your hooves!” Rainbow encouraged. “Just don’t worry, and we’ll go get Pinkie and Rarity and Fluttershy and take care of everything on your list.”
“Oh, that reminds me! We still haven’t told the others about Applejack!” Twilight exclaimed. Rainbow's large smile immediately flipped upside-down, and she cocked an eyebrow at the unicorn.
“Weren’t you going to call them?” Rainbow said.
“I thought you were,” Twilight replied.
The two mares looked at one another, then back to Applejack. “Sorry about that,” Twilight apologized, “The others should have been here when you awoke.”
“Aw, it’s alright Twi, it’s not like I’m goin’ anywhere.”
“Yeah, but now you’re gonna get hounded once they all come charging in here,” Rainbow said. “It would've been better if they arrived when you were still unconscious.”
Applejack chuckled. “Heh heh, yeah, I suppose th’ six of us can all be like that, huh?”
*The next day, morning*
The nurse opened the door with her rump, walking in backwards while holding a cart with several plates of food. Applejack had been staring at her bottom hooves on the end of her bed for the past hour, so the sudden company was a nice change of pace. “Time for breakfast, Applejack! I’m sure after a day of not eating anything, you’re dying for something other than a bag strapped to your arm!”
“Darn tootin’ I am!” Applejack declared. “So what’s the local cuisine?”
“Actually, your family back at Sweet Apple Acres was kind enough to send you their own complements! We don’t usually do this, but since you’re recovery doesn’t require a specific diet, we’re letting it slide.” She swung the cart around to reveal to Applejack several mouth-watering apple-theme morning meals. Aromatic apple pancakes, apple waffles coated in apple jam, and an apple pie on the side with a hearty glass of apple cider. “I almost took a bite of it myself, it smelled so good!”
But when the fragrance hit Applejack’s nose, something unexpected happened. The earth-pony had to keep back the sudden upwelling of vomit shooting up her throat. In seconds, she had gone from A-Okay to far beyond nauseous. She swallowed hard to force the acid back down; the nurse easily noticed Applejack’s sudden distress. “Applejack, are you alright?!”
Applejack felt about ready to keel over. “Yeah…yeah, Ah’m fine, just some spontaneous nausea, that’s all. Prob’ly a resulta not eatin’ for a day. Here, hand me a piece of that pie, Ah need to get me something to eat.”
The nurse cautiously grabbed a piece of the pie and placed it on a pewter plate that was on the cart. She handed it over to the earth-pony, and Applejack reached over to grab it, but when her eyes landed on the slices of fruit inside of the filling, the bile in her stomach made to heave itself out of her mouth again.
And unfortunately for the nurse standing right next to Applejack’s bed, the nausea won the second round with the apple-farmer, and spilled out all over the poor nurse’s front.
“Twilight, what the hay’s WRONG with me?!”
Applejack had grabbed the purple unicorn by the shoulders and shoved her friend’s face into hers. She was at a complete loss at what to do. “Every time Ah see an apple, or smell one—even the very thought of it righ’ now is making me sick t’ mah stomach! I threw up on mah own nurse, fer Celestia's sake!”
Twilight pushed up against Applejack, putting some distance between her and the apprehensive earth-pony. The unicorn seemed unusually calm, as apposed to the exasperated earth-pony lying in bed next to her. “So you say that this nausea only begins once you realize apples are in the vicinity?”
“Like Ah said, even the thought of ‘em righ’ now is making me sick t’ mah stomach…”
Twilight scrunched her brow. “I…I think I may know what’s going on here, but you’re not going to like it.”
“What? What is it!?”
“It’s…” Twilight was hesitant to answer.
“Out with it, Twi!”
“I think it’s classical conditioning!” the unicorn yelled, then promptly covered her mouth with her hooves as if she’d just uttered a curse word.
“…You’re gonna hafta clarify,” Applejack said plainly.
Twilight faltered with her words again. “Classical conditioning is a type of thing involved with psychology. It’s when stimulus creates a response. In your case, you got food poisoning from that bad apple you ate, but the poisoning was specifically caused by some bacteria or virus that was in the apple. Unfortunately, your body is under the impression now that it’s apples that will cause such a sickness, not some germ. As such, when you try to eat an apple, your body will try to counteract what it believes is something that’ll make you sick by inducing vomiting.”
“…You’re kiddin’, right?” Applejack asked. “You’ve got t’be kiddin’, ther’s no way you’re right! I—no, no! Are you tryin’ to say that I CAN’T eat apples anymore!? How does that even work?!”
Twilight looked at the ground and rubbed her shoulder. “I…it’s hard to say for sure. This kind of thing differs between everypony. I actually have the same problem with macaroni and cheese—but not on your caliber. I can stand around it—heck, I can even eat it without guaranteed vomiting, but I do feel pretty nauseous when I do. With you, though…you can’t even be in the same room as an apple without feeling the effects.”
“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me…there’s gotta be some kinda way to prevent it, right? Somethin’ that can settle mah stomach before I get sick?”
“Well, with me, I just kind of stopped eating macaroni and cheese altogether. It wasn’t like I needed the stuff to live, so quit it. But with you…”
“Twi, I live and breathe apples! You can’t just waddle on in here and tell me I can’t eat apples ever again!”
“Hey,” Twilight snapped back, “You’re the one that called ME in here. I’m just telling you the facts. I've never even seen such a problem present itself this badly—only a single bad apple, and that's all it took. Usually with classical conditioning, one requires exposure over an extended time,” Twilight explained. “That apple you ate had something really nasty in it, though; like I said yesterday, you were out cold for several hours. Perhaps it's not all that hard to imagine that your body was shocked into treating it like poison…”
“But…but wha’ about the Apple Family Bi-Annual Get-Together Celebration?”
“Actually,” Twilight interrupted, “Rainbow and I went to the trouble of officially shortening the name to the acronym ‘AFBi’; though your family hasn't taken a liking to it, it is a shorter term that takes from the words—”
“Yeahyeahyeah that’s great an’ all, Twi,” Applejack rushed. “What Ah’m sayin’ is that if I can’t even LOOK at an’ apple, how th’ hay am I s’posed to go the Celebration?”
“…” Twilight didn’t know what to say. She knew quite a bit about psychology, and she knew very well that not only would rehabilitating Applejack’s subconscious be a challenge, but she knew that trying to do so in only two and a half days would be near-impossible. “…I’m sorry Applejack, but I don’t think there’s much we can do in only two and a half days…”
An angry Applejack threw the hospital bed covers off of herself and onto the ground, then yanked her IV right out of her arm; the doctor had said she no longer required it, but it had been placed back in after her little incident with the nurse and the apple breakfast earlier that morning. The farmer leapt off the hospital bed and onto the white tile floor right next to Twilight. Staring deep into the unicorn’s eyes, the earth-pony said, “I don’t care what it takes—we’re gonna do EVERYTHING POSSIBLE in these next ‘two and a half days’.”
“You sure about this?” Pinkie Pie asked hesitantly to the orange earth-pony at Sugar Cube Corner. She was holding a golden-delicious apple behind her back, and Twilight was sitting a few yards away from the two, examining closely and holding a clipboard and pen close to her with her magic.
“Pinkie, I don’t have th’ TIME t’ argue,” Applejack replied, a white cloth blindfold over her eyes as she stood in front of Pinkie, “The Celebration is in two days—that only gives me a day, perhaps a day and a half at best to get over this dang apple-sickness.”
“Very well…” Pinkie replied.
“Remember, Pinkie,” Twilight added from the sidelines, “wait a little bit first—the point of this exercise is to have AJ not know when the apple is in front of her.”
“Yeah yeah, I know…” Pinkie replied, waving the hoof at Twilight that held the apple, accidentally hitting Applejack in the process. “Oh! Sorry, Applejack, that was the—”
“Huurg—” Applejack was reeling on the ground, trying to keep in her lunch.
“…apple,” Pinkie finished saying.
The infuriated farmer grabbed her blindfold and tossed it onto the ground in a rage. “This is ridiculous! I can’t even SMELL a dang apple without havin’ to lose mah lunch! Twilight, ther’s gotta be some kinda magic spell that you can try out on me!”
“Sorry, but there’s not many magic spells pertaining to psychological things involving conditioning…and even then, I’m not the best at mind spells.”
“Well, let’s find somepony who can, then!”
“…Honestly, Applejack, I think it’d be easier if we continue your current…training. Though perhaps we should try something a little less intense than smell.” The unicorn turned to Pinkie. “Do you happen to have any pictures of apples on-hoof?”
“Okay, now you’re just patronizin’ me,” Applejack barked.
“I’m trying to help you Applejack,” Twilight replied sternly. “Now, if we want to get you over this, there are two ways of doing it: either shove a real apple into your face and hoping you get used to it—we already know how well that’s going to go over with your body—and then there’s the baby steps approach, where we start small and finish with the real deal. Though, both take time to fully work, and I realize that time isn’t exactly on our side here,” Twilight quickly added, noting how Applejack was about to speak up, “but it’s the cold hard truth.”
Applejack stared at the ground, considering her options—not that she really had any good ones to choose from. “Fine…go get a stinkin’ picture of an apple.”
“Great!” Twilight said as Applejack mumbled something underneath her breath. “Pinkie, go fetch a picture of an apple!”
“Already got it, Twilight!” Pinkie said, pulling said picture out of nowhere. The simple piece of printer paper depicted a shining red apple large and proud in the center.
“Um…great!” Twilight levitated the paper out of Pinkie’s hoof and brought if over to Applejack. “Now, how do you feel right now?”
Applejack stared hard at the picture. “Not TOO bad…Ah mean, it’s just that this is still makin’ me a wee bit queasy…boy, that food poisonin’ really messed me up somethin’ bad, didn’t it?”
“Just keep at it, AJ,” Twilight encouraged, “if you really want to be ready by the time of your family’s celebration, then you’re going to have to train yourself nonstop.”
“Piece of cake,” Applejack said, staring harder and harder at the paper. After having a ten-minute staring contest with the paper, the farmer’s look of queasiness had vanished completely, and she was practically glaring a hole into the paper. “Ha!” she shouted suddenly at the picture, startling a bored Twilight and Pinkie, “Ah could do this all day long!” Her face darted to the purple unicorn standing right behind the floating piece of paper. “Ah think Ah’m ready for the next step, Twi! We gotta keep th’ gears a-rollin’, so what’s next?” she said confidently.
“Pinkie,” Twilight said.
The pink earth-pony held up the same golden delicious apple from before, and when Applejack turned and looked at it, she started to dry-heave.
“I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with her being in my boutique, considering what you three want to do…” Rarity said uncomfortably.
“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Cake kicked us out of Sugar Cube Corner, since they didn’t want Applejack throwing up on their floor or anything,” Pinkie said nonchalantly.
“And so you decided to bring her HERE instead!?”
“C’mon Rarity,” Twilight pleaded, “We don’t really want to go to Fluttershy’s because of all the animals there,”
“We can’t even go to Dashie’s since her house is made up of clouds,” Pinkie added.
“And Sweet Apple Acres is a no-go,” Applejack finished. “Considerin’ mah current problem, Ah’d probably lose it the minute I step into the apple orchard.”
“Why don’t you all just go over to Twilight’s library, then?” Rarity asked.
“I’ve been helping the Apple Family with the planning process of the Celebration in Applejack’s absence; half the family is over at the library right now,” Twilight replied. “Applejack has gotten over the picture of an apple, but considering the Apple Family, you can’t except them NOT to have plenty of apples on-hoof in the library. We need a place to train AJ, slowly.”
Rarity gave a half-grumble, half-whine. “Hrm…I suppose, as long as you stay away from my dresses,” she said threateningly. “At LEAST a ten-foot radius—no, twenty! I need a twenty-foot radius between Applejack and my beautiful projects at all times!”
“How generous of you, Rarity…” Applejack said under her breath at the white unicorn.
“I’ll move some of my designs out of that corner over there, and then you three can train in that spot—and not move from it.”
After Rarity moved four pony-mannequins out of the corner in the right side of her boutique’s lobby, Pinkie, Twilight, and Applejack sat down and got to business.
“Okay, since a real apple turned out too strong for you,” Twilight said, “we’re going to have to start with a smaller ‘next step’. Pinkie, if you would.”
Pinkie grabbed a sheet of stickers out from deep within her labyrinth of cotton-candy hair. “Here you go, Twilight,” she said as the unicorn used her magic to grab the sticker sheet out of Pinkie’s hoof.
“Uh, so now since I can look at a pic of an apple, Ah’m gonna take a step up by lookin’ at a sticker of an apple?” Applejack asked sardonically.
“No, silly filly,” Pinkie teased, “It’s a scratch-and-sniff sticker!”
“Given how you’re so sickened by the smell of real apples,” Twilight elaborated, trying to explain their purpose to a confused Applejack, “we thought it’d be best if you were to first smell the artificial thing.”
“Ah kinda doubt that the difference ‘tween real and fake’ll make much difference to me, Twi,” the earth-pony said, just as Twilight glanced over to Pinkie and gave a nod, to which Pinkie held up a previously-unseen white tablecloth with something round underneath it, and the pink pony blew softly over the cloth to Applejack; the farmer got a single whiff of apples, and she began to taste acid in her mouth. “Fine,” she snapped at the two ponies, “you win. Gimme the gosh-darn sticker.”
Twilight held out the sticker sheet to Applejack, who swiped it out of her hoof. Peeling off the one sticker on the sheet that depicted a green apple on it, Applejack glared at it and proceeded to scratch it, accepting its challenge. After giving it a fair amount of rigorous scratching, the earth-pony brought the sticker close up to her nose and gave it a whiff. Rarity was watching on the other side of the room worriedly, along with a more-enthusiastic Twilight and Pinkie.
The synthetic scent entered Applejack’s nose, and her tricked psychology immediately took notice. She could feel her stomach already wanting to evacuate itself, but the taste of acid didn’t start. She could actually keep back the nausea at this level. “Hey—Ah’m not feelin’ too sick!” she cried eagerly.
“That’s great!” Twilight exclaimed. “In only a matter of two hours, you’ve already beaten two steps—the velocity of your improvement is outstanding!”
“Perhaps Applejack’s body actually wants to get better as much as she does,” Pinkie chirped.
“Or perhaps her body knows deep down that the thing it’s been eating since birth isn’t really a threat,” Twilight replied, looking over confidently at the orange earth-pony. “Though, considering that, one would think you wouldn’t have gotten so sick over them in the first place…”
“Yeah yeah, enough with th’ speculations and all,” Applejack rushed, “Let’s get back to our crash-course! What’s the next step?”
“Don’t you think you should practice a bit more with the sticker?” Twilight asked nervously.
“You kiddin’? After mah performance jus’ now, I’m ready for any—”
Pinkie blew another hard breeze into Applejack’s face from the ‘mystery object’ under the tablecloth, and the smell made Applejack dry-heave to the floor, prompting a hasty “OUTOUTOUT” by Rarity.
“Okay, your rate of improvement has proved to be shockingly fast,” Twilight mentioned as her, Applejack, and Pinkie all walked the dirt road of Ponyville’s outskirts, to the small hut that belonged to one Fluttershy. “And I think we may already be ready to show you the real deal.”
“What’re ya talkin’ about?” Applejack said in a defeated tone. “You saw back at Rarity’s bowteak jus’ how bad I still am—I still can’t even smell a real apple!”
“Actually, you can,” Twilight said with a smile on her face.
Applejack cocked an eyebrow at her unicorn friend. Then Twilight pointed her eyes just above Applejack’s head, and the farmer looked up to see a golden delicious on a string of a makeshift fishing pole that had been hanging just out of her sight by Pinkie, who had been walking behind the two mares. Applejack only just noticed that the smell of apples had been wafting into her nose the entire trip, but now that she was looking one of the forbidden fruits in the face, the nausea immediately hit her. “Huagh…!” she uttered, having to kneel on the ground.
“Drat, I was hoping that’d shock you into step four,” Twilight said, patting the sick mare’s back. “Don’t worry, AJ,” the unicorn reassured, “we’ll take care of this; your progress is a testament to that. Now then, let’s hustle over to Fluttershy’s and nip this in the bud.”
“Yeah, let’s,” Applejack declared while getting back up, her nausea having left her surprisingly faster than it used to.
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Holy...No comments?!?!?!
Here lemme fix that.
Wow you took your time on this one. keep going. I like your writing.
Hello everypony! Stalin and co. are here, bringing yet another installation of Stalinview!
We remind you, that stalinview is our real-time thoughts about the story.
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png All right, let's dig into "Darn it, Pavlov!" by DeltaMelon!
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"The voice on her right was apparently poking her with a hoof."
i39.tinypic.com/o56alt.png Seriously, Rainbow! What if your hoof in infected? Celestia knows where tou've been walking
"“Oh thank goodness!” Rainbow said, throwing her arms around the farmer in joy."
i39.tinypic.com/o56alt.png Whoa! Whoa! Rainbow! There are people watching!
i39.tinypic.com/2qdn0ag.png Misha loves hugs too! *hic* C'mon, boss! Let's hug!
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png GET OFF ME!
i39.tinypic.com/2qdn0ag.png Awwww....
“We didn’t even know, at first,” Twilight replied, “But after we rushed you here to the hospital, the doctor told us that it was apparently food poisoning.”
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png This all reminds Stalin of awesome little story "Reading rainbow". Premase there was something like this, but with Twilight instead.
"Aromatic apple pancakes"
i39.tinypic.com/o56alt.png Is it even possible? Maybe pancakes with apple jam, not apple pancakes?
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png There are chocolate and strawberry pancakes out there, so i guess there apple ones as well
i39.tinypic.com/2qdn0ag.png Misha loves pancakes!
"And unfortunately for the nurse standing right next to Applejack’s bed, the nausea won the second round with the apple-farmer, and spilled out all over the poor nurse’s front."
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png Itis only possible if nurse was a few inches away.
i39.tinypic.com/o56alt.png Or if AJ can shoot liquid like a bullets!
i39.tinypic.com/2qdn0ag.png Applejack used Vomit gun! It's super effective!
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png ...You're disgusting...
"Unfortunately, your body is under the impression now that it’s apples that will cause such a sickness, not some germ. As such, when you try to eat an apple, your body will try to counteract what it believes is something that’ll make you sick by inducing vomiting.”
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png Well, it's possible to happen, but unlikely. Classical conditioning on the food often happens in childhood or after tasting NEW food to organism. AJ here ate apples all her life, so...
i39.tinypic.com/o56alt.png Who cares? Just keep up with review!
i39.tinypic.com/2qdn0ag.png Boss, arent you have this classical.... thing too?
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png Whadda ya mean?
i39.tinypic.com/2qdn0ag.png Remember i gave you yummy roast bees? You didnt liked them!
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png Don't mention it... *gulp*
"I actually have the same problem with macaroni and cheese"
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png Who poisoned your macaroni and cheese, Twilight?
i40.tinypic.com/e8pnow.png Me! Ha-ha-ha-ha!
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png ...Get outta here!
"The simple piece of printer paper"
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png I didn't know that ponies have printers
i39.tinypic.com/2qdn0ag.png Well, duh! How do you think they'll make all ttat journal covers from "Green isn't your color"?
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png There was possibilities before printer was invented.
"The pink earth-pony held up the same golden delicious apple from before, and when Applejack turned and looked at it, she started to dry-heave."
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png Is there really no psychologist pony in whole Ponyville?
i39.tinypic.com/2qdn0ag.png Duh, if Pinkie doesn't know one, there are none.
“No, silly filly,” Pinkie teased, “It’s a scratch-and-sniff sticker!”
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png Where did she get those? What are they for?
i39.tinypic.com/2qdn0ag.png It's Pinkie, boss.
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png Oh, right
"proceeded to scratch it"
i39.tinypic.com/o56alt.png Emm, how? How scratch sticker work in ponyverse? Do you have to put it on the floor and "scratch" with hoof?
"Pinkie blew another hard breeze into Applejack’s face from the ‘mystery object’ under the tablecloth, and the smell made Applejack dry-heave to the floor, prompting a hasty “OUTOUTOUT” by Rarity."
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png Why won't you bring bucket with you?
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png Ok, that wraps up this chapter
OVERVIEW:
i39.tinypic.com/2lieddy.png This is a fun little everyday story we have here! If not vomitting, it could've even be a scenario for an episode.
i39.tinypic.com/2qdn0ag.png Yea, it is AWESOME *hic* Applejack's personality is shown perfectly, Twilight's shown fine as well!
i39.tinypic.com/o56alt.png Keep the good work!
"Damn you, PAVLOV!"
And then they failed. Applejack reverted. She eventually took up the job of hauling diamonds around for Rarity. The Apple Family never saw her again - primarily because everytime she saw one of their cutie marks...
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.....................................I got nothing.........so lets just PARTY
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369752 Can I please just mention that you are a legend.
I'VE BEEN COMMANDED TO DANCE
HALP
I HAVE TWO LEFT FEET
... I'm half-Russian.
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Ok, let us not flood here anymore. This comments are suppose to be about this awesome story! Sory autor for offtopic
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позволяет
But i will perform a dance from my native MIAMI!
*Does the Macarena* (I love stereotyping even myself.)
Aweshum! The story's so descriptive I can hear the character's voices in my head.
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...Wait. I-is that a bad thing? Am I possessed by ponies?
>mfw I come home to see that almost all of my story's comments are about soviet russia
EDIT: for the sake of other people, I'm deleting a majority of the off-topic comments now.
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I don't mind your real-time analysis (I actually found your thoughts somewhat insightful for future reference) but perhaps you could make the images you use smaller? That comment takes up a lot of the page's space, perhaps for the future you could use faces the size of the fimfiction emoticons? (i.e. -->
Thumbs up!
I had this problem with eggs. I got over it much the same way as they are doing with Applejack here. Baby steps. Very good work! Tracked and liked!
Classical conditioning huh...What do ya know? The part that got me hooked, was the fact that I have the same problem with cupcakes...though I'm sure everypony here can guess why.
*shudders* OH gawd. eeyup. Nausea still happens....Buck.
369443 I have a feeling that your comments are going to be the best thing that's happened to FIM... oh, and the story was good too.
Nice, I like this idea, as horribly cruel to Applejack as it is. I wait patiently and happily for the next chapter!
I can relate, Applejack.
I managed to snag a 24-hour stomach virus right after a dinner of my beloved chicken Fillyadelphia(chicken breast with crab meat, mini shrimp, cream cheese and mozzerella baked on top).
That was four months ago and the smell still makes me a bit queasy.
I believe the concept of this story comes from that bizarre Applejack tumblr, albeit not nearly as dark.
Anyway, so far so good, although It seems that the story is going too fast, and its too reliant on dialogue with little descriptions and/or exposition.
Still, I'm going to to keep and eye out, see how it goes.
369443 did you say you liked reading rainbow? I didn't like it a whole lot really it seemed like an OK book but things just happened for ridiculous reasons. Like when they broke up instead of trying to fix things the first thought was "I'm going to go jump off a cliff!"but I'm sure that's going to fix her rather minor problem
In Soviet Russia book read you!
Sorry I had to
Back to story at hand it seems to be good so far so I will track to c where it goes
Ooh, had that happen with some bad glazed peanuts. Years ago. Even thinking of them makes me feel *bleah*.
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I was actually thinking the same thing. That said, it's always fun to see Twilight Sparkle: Puh-sie-kiatrist at work!
Huh... you know, I'm the same way with Enchiladas...
Hey, I can actually relate to Twilight's problem
anyway, great story so far. It was a captivating read, and I'm definitely tracking it 
Pinkie pie seemed a bit too intelligent and spoke a little bit like a robot. Thats the only problem i could find in it. good story and i want to see the next chap sometime soon
Funny I was studing for my psychology class right before I logged on, then I saw the title and had to read. Food aversion is called the 'garcia effect' i think... Probably should study some more.
I don't know if the title is a TFS reference, but the story was nice none the less.
Make episode with same concept in mind. I demand it now.
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But how about Quesadillas?
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Cheese Quesadillas are, actually, part of my personal 4 food groups XD
I just can't eat Enchiladas.
Funny vid by the way
Dr. Tran is a bawss.
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That's possible, but there are some characters in Stalinview series, which are problematic to make only emoticon of.
These, for example;
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But i'll keep that in mind. I think i have an idea how to do it 20% cooler
Woooo! Finally a GOOD fic with no shipping (hate that stuff)
I'm tracking this for the story and the comments.
Wow....you'd think there wouldn't be anything left to vomit up after all that lol
OH GOD PAVLOV TOO MANY MEMORIES OF PSYCHOLOGY
Good story. As soon as I saw the title, I thought, "Now this guy has a sense of wit, let's read it!" And it was good. Thank you sir/madam!
I wish I could do this on myself. Problem is my effect only happens if I eat it. And I don't know if it's a psychological aversion or a physical allergy.
I like it! Though there are a few grammatical mistakes here and there. That doesn't matter! Who needs grammar anyways?
Augh! A fate worse than death for Applejack!
Phew reading this reminds me of how happy i am that ive never found any foods im allergic to
PEARS > APPLES
PEACHES > APPLES
Suck it, AJ! *smiles*
rehabilitating Applejack’s unconsciousness be a challenge
Is that meant to be subconscious
I really want to see how this goes! TRACK WATCH LIKE!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH! THREE POINTS FOR MISTER AUTHOR HERE!!!
Wait... and A FAVE! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! FOUR POINTS FOR DELTAMELON! WOO!!! 
AJ waiting for food
First i was like:
But then i was all:
Now I'm all:
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What the fuck you are a god
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I like where this is going.
Can't wait for the next chapter!
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Looking forward to them. As i should have said before (mind was fucked) Your comment was AWESOME.
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inb4 delete
>mfw greentexting
>mfw i have no face
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Good story though, bro.
369443 I come for the story, but stay just to read your review.
I want to see where this is going. Tracked.
after reading this and having had food poisoning before, i'm glad i never found out what caused it
i'd hate to've risked something like this happening.
poor applejack, thats gotta be rough