A Non-Brony's Tale

by HybridSoldier


Introduction

In Sweet Apple Acres, Applejack was tending to the farm. Bucking trees, harvesting crops, all that shebang. Feeling a bit tired, she started to trot back into the farm to take a break.

"Granny Smith, me and Big Mac bucked the apple trees!" yelled Applejack, who was soon joined by Big Macintosh, her big brother as they trotted back into the house.

Before they could reach the house, though, they saw a flash come from the inside of the barn and a scream from Granny Smith. In a panic, they ran to the source of the scream.

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Jerry opened his eyes and immediately noticed that he was facing a hardwood floor. After blinking a few times to see if he was in the right place, he got up.

"Man, where am I?" Jerry asked to himself. "Last time I remember, that witch..."

Then, someone burst in, or rather, somepony.

The pony was lime green and had a mane that looked like it was styled after the witch's hair. It also had a white tail and had an apron.

However, the strangest part wasn't the apron, nor the general appearance of the pony. it was what was on it's hip.

It was a strange tattoo of an apple pie that made Jerry think. "What sort of horrible person could do this to an innocent Shetland pony?"

Then, before Jerry knew it, the pony screamed, and Jerry screamed as well.

Then, he heard the sound of hooves run up the stairs and trot into the room, which Jerry now identified as a bedroom. Then, two more ponies rushed in, one had a similar look to the green pony while the other one was larger and more built than the other two.

The smaller pony was orange with a hat and had a yellow mane and tail the bigger one was red with an orange mane and tail as well as a strange thing on his neck that Jerry had never seen before. Both of them also had a strange "hip tattoo", as Jerry had come to not-so-fondly call them.

Then, the strangest thing that ever happened in Jerry's life occurred.

The orange pony spoke in perfect English, and her words were simple: "What's going on, Granny Smith?"

Jerry looked around the room and backed away as the ponies were beginning to talk.

"I dunno, youngster." Granny Smith said "but something appeared and it looked rather, strange. It was standin' strangely, too."

The orange pony and the red pony looked at what Jerry now knew as Granny Smith and then at him.

"That's strange, don't you think so, Big Mac?" the orange pony asked.

"Eyep" said Big Mac, the red pony.

Jerry looked around, and then he promptly fainted.